#archie fluff

[papipopsicle]

AFTERTASTE PART SIX

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Short!Reader

Genre: fluff and some angst

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: a high probability for swearing

Words: 1.7K

MASTERLIST

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     "LEONARDO, MICHELANGELO!" An eleven year old Y/N Robins called from her porch door, impatiently tapping a food bowl against the wooden frame she leant against. Behind her, the sun was setting and painted the sky a gorgeous array of pinks and oranges, sweeping together like watercolours. She looked out on the street impatiently, finding its sleeping state both calming and unnerving. Elm Street was never noisy, but after three years of living there, the girl had realised it wasn't a place of silence either.

And she was completely right. A distant, yet soft, meow grew ever closer, finally appearing around the side of a bush. Y/N grinned, affectionately calling out for the birman to go find his dinner, "C'mere Angelo, that's it boy!"

He trotted past her up into the house where his found his dinner waiting.

"Leo!" Her small voice called out as loud as it could into the cool evening air. He had wandered off earlier that same day to enjoy the Riverdale summer heat elsewhere, and the Robins family didn't think anything of it. Just as her mouth opened to call out the name again, Vegas came barrelling out from the door of the Andrews household, across the street to her side with Mary and Archie following.

The Andrews matriarch noticed the empty food bowl, "Is everything alright, Y/N/N?" She asked in her usual professional voice, but the girl knew from experience how much love and warmth it really held. Elodie told her about Leonardo's disappearance and how it wasn't uncommon in this kind of weather, but he could be getting a bit hungry.

Mary handed the dog leash to her son and sent him a secret wink, "Why don't you two walk Vegas together and see if you can find him?"

Excitement had been bubbling through the small town of Riverdale for weeks now anticipating the big Fourth of July celebrations ahead of them. Y/N Robins had planned on keeping up with her old tradition of sleeping in until late afternoon, then rolling out of bed in time to catch the fireworks with her friends. But with with the drunkenly asking Archie to be her boyfriend, which was not something she remembered a few hours later, her plans for this year were flipped on their head. So she found herself getting dressed to go talk things out with her supposedly best friend in a quiet spot next to sweet water river.

With her hair half tied up, and a black denim jacket over her shoulders, Y/N left through the door in her bedroom, and waited on the edge of the pavement until she heard a door across the street open and quietly shut. Any butterflies fluttering in her stomach all but disappeared as Archie turned around and smiled into the early morning sun towards her. It had been three days since they had last seen each other, since the girl confessed she didn't really know what she wanted in the space between them.

He jogged over road, asphalt kicking up under his new Nike trainers, and immediately engulfed Y/N's small frame into his own. The two teenagers walked all the way to the edge of Sweetwater River in the silvery silence of early birds and rustling leaves, their hands every now and again grazing each other and lacing together.

"So," The Andrews boy sighed as he lay against the warm grass, watching as she sat next to him and propped her head up on his chest, "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"Leo!" Y/N's melodic voice rang out across the long stretch of stream. Crystal clear water you could see the smoothness of the rocks which lay underneath if you peaked your head over the bank enough. For some unknown reason, the young cat would always find his way towards some kind of water, even back in Phoenix.

"Hello?" Archie bopped the girl on the tip of her nose as she returned back to reality, evidently not hearing what he'd just asked by the puzzled look her face adorned.

She hummed and gave him her full attention, allowing him to rephrase his previous words. In the back of her mind, Y/N knew exactly what she wanted- to leave high school and go on endless adventures with the boy her head lay upon. She wanted an easy life, away from the eerie little town she called home- to decorate her own house with pictures of smiles and candid memories. But most of all, in that perfect moment, she wanted herself to let go and fall in love with her childhood best friend.

After finding Prince Charming and finding out he was really the one from Shrek and not Cinderella, her faith in true love was shaken at the age of sixteen.

"I'm scared of you hurting me, or doing anything that could possibly hurt you, Arch." Y/N's voice faltered at her blunt honesty, "I meant everything I said, but I don't think I'm over what happened with Chuck last year."

"Tiger," Archie interrupted her thoughts, sitting up slightly leaning back on one hand and using the other to cup her face, "I can't promise we won't ever hurt each other even just a little bit, but whatever happens, we'll learn and grown from it together. I don't think I'll ever fully understand how much that bastard hurt you. But, nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy, life is scary and I'll go through all of the shitty parts twenty three hours a day, if it means I get just one with you smiling up at me."

Half an hour of roaming up and down the river bank had passed before a twisting, nauseous feeling took over the pit of Y/N's stomach. She and her family adored their two fluffy boys, her dad would never admit it but they all heard the little 'goodnights' he'd whisper as he made his way up to bed finally. Though with her parents still working, and Y/S/N desperately needing to finish an assignment due tomorrow, the youngest Robins was the only one able to attend this search and rescue mission.

"What if he's -"

Vegas rubbed his nose against her shin in comfort.

"Y/N/N," A twelve year old Archie cut her off in his usual caring voice, "don't even let your mind go there. He's a little ninja cat he's probably off catching frogs or something."

He grabbed her hand, squeezing it in comfort and heading towards an unexplored area of the forest line. Truth be told, he was meant to be doing English homework with Betty Cooper right about now, but that had slipped his mind as soon as Y/N Robins adorably wonky smile found him across the road.

"Leo!" Y/N's sweet voice called out.

"Leonardo?" Archie followed with Vegas by his side.

"That's the sweetest thing I think I've ever heard." The girl admitted shyly, hiding her rose dusted cheeks by bringing Archie into a tight hug, her head resting in the crook of his neck while her long y/h/c hair tickled his face. It smelt of strawberries and mint in the morning breeze.

"Y/N/N, can I ask you something?" His voice sounded nervous, but as she looked up and nodded, his face held a smirk, "Will you stay my girlfriend?"

She answered with a small kiss, staring into his eyes innocently as her fingers traced his back under his thin t-shirt, about to lift the material from his body. But life had a funny way of throwing challenges their way, making them run before they could walk.

"I think I see him!" Archie handed the leash to his best friend, seeing a patch of grey in between the auburn autumn leaves. Vegas barked and tried to follow after his human, but Y/N managed to stop the Labrador from bounding away by distracting him with ear rubs. Wild growls and hisses could be heard as Archie wrestled the feisty long haired cat into his hoodie clad arms. Then Leonardo hissed so madly, the young boy almost dropped him, "Yep, definitely Leo."

Y/N ran over as fast as she could, dropping the lead as soon as she saw his pumpkin eyes and bare teeth, clearly not a fan of Archie. She grinned widely with glee and got to her tippy toes to kiss Archie's cheek. "You're a life saver!"

As soon as the fluffy animal felt Y/N's little hands rubbing his chin as she took him from the boy's arms, he switched into a completely different cat and started purring.

A gunshot sounded through the open clearing, and before a high pitched scream could escape from Y/N's mouth, Archie saw the terror in her eyes and pulled the petite girl behind him. He scaled the area, unable to see anything but birds fleeing from the unusual noise.

"We need to get out of here." The boy's gravely voice whispered with urgency, picking her up without hesitation and running until his lungs burnt and his trainers once again hit the comfort of tarmac.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N screeched, her inquisitiveness telling to turn back, but thankfully common sense won that battle. She and Archie found themselves back on the pavement of Elm Street before they knew it.

"Y/N, we didn't see anything, it could've been a car backfiring a street away for all we know." Archie tried to rationalise, but in all honesty he was stuck to his core with dread.

"Right, or someone was just murdered and we could've been next on some psychopaths hit list." Y/N's dark mind shone through as she blurted out her inner monologue. The boy didn't have any words of wisdom, instead he lead her to his front door and brought her into his body. They stayed in their own little world for what could have been hours, thankful they had each other and not allowing themselves to think about what secrets Riverdale was really hiding under it's pretty exterior.

Nothing ever happened in the town with 'pep'.

Betty Cooper awoke early that Saturday morning, ready to get any assignments out of the way to enjoy the weekend ahead. She opened her curtains and tied her hair up into a ponytail, but as she looked out of her window at the beautiful blue skies, she watched in shock at the surprising scene unfolding in front of her. Y/N Robins up on her tippy toes, with Archie Andrews' hands wrapped around her waist as they kissed intensely in what the two thought was privacy.

PART SEVEN

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[maggiefanficenjoyer]

Movie Date - Archie Andrews

Request: None

Warnings: None

Abridged: Just very quick Archie Andrews fluff with a reader insert.

I’d never seen a worse film than the one that was playing currently. Archie sat beside me, his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders and his eyes glued to the screen.   

He hadn’t noticed me staring yet so I took the opportunity to study every concave of his face and the way the flashing screen in the cinema bathed his skin in bright whites and blues. His eyes flicked down from the screen to mine after a moment and he gently pressed his lips to my forehead; a slanted smile casting a shadow across his face. 

“Watch the movie,” he smiled, his fingers ghosting along the skin of my arm as he turned back to the screen. 

“You’re nicer to look at,” I replied, not removing my eyes from his face. Archie chuckled, a light blush dusting his cheeks that was near impossible to see in the dim lights of the cinema. 

The movie seemed to last forever, the relieved sigh that escaped my lips as the credits finally rolled onto the screen sent Archie into a fit of laughter. He wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked out to his truck. 

I leaned against the metal of his car, cooled by the winter air, as he caged me in his arms. 

“What did you think?” He asked, with a lopsided smile. 

I grinned. “Not my favorite.” 

He laughed, the warmth of his breath dusting my cheeks and tinting them pink. I snaked my hands into his hair as he captured my lips in his. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. 

“Next time we’ll stay home.” 

[yourjughead]

Rose tinted glasses

Synopsis: You've hopelessly fallen for Reggie, while your best friend Archie has hopelessly falled for you. Requested. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cheating A/N: I think I cheated cause I have the reader say one of the numbers requested to Reggie not Archie....sorry dolly! ----------------------------------- 3rd Person Reggie and you. An unlikely couple. Unlikely because you just didn't work. It was forced from both sides, more so from yours. You were madly in love with your hotshot boyfriend, your rose tinted glasses blinded you to the blatantly obvious. Reggie was a tool to you. Reggie stood you up, pushed jokes too far, was constantly objectifying you and just wasn't a decent person. And who saw this clearer than anyone? You're best friend of countless years Archie Andrews. “When are you going to dump Reggie” was becoming quite the catchphrase of his. “Ughhhhhhh Archie give it a reeeeest” you whined closing your locker. “Okay okay but don't come crying to me when it all comes crashing down around you” he strutted off and I ran after him bumping him with my hip laughing. I felt at home with Archie, i feet totally and utterly comfortable in every sense of the word when I was around him “wanna go get pops?” “Sure y/n why not” “Great I'm sure Reggie will be there and..” “Oh nope never mind, I'm going home” he cut in chuckling. “Alright that's enough”. I bump him again. “Can't stand to see the way he treats you” he took a slightly more serious tone with this. “Archie I said give it a rest” I smiled at him as we walked out the front of the school, he didn't return the same. “He's not right for you" “Archie” my turn for the serious tone “I'm not having this fight with you again” “It's because you know I'm right” he sauntered off towards his car leaving you to walk to the bus. Jerk, goofy jerk. Y/N POV *Sms:y/n: Hey babe can't meet up today. practice-5:03 *Sms: ReggieX: I understand- 5.05 Thats weird, why didn't Archie go to practice? Ugh. I don't even care about that right now I need a milkshake...with vodka in it. I was sitting inside pops reading my book when the royal blue of a leatherman jacket caught my eye outside the window. Reggie! He did come! I knew he wouldn't let me….wait a second?! Who is that girl?!. I picked up my bag and came hurdling out the doors of pops just as Reggie broke the kiss he was sharing with some red head. “Hi Reggie, wow that looks like great practice” I bit out. “Y…../N….umm” “Yeah, umm is right” I stormed off as he ran after me. “It's just that we've been slipping and I had a moment of weakness, I'm really sorry Baby don't be mad at me” I hate myself for not being surprised, I couldn't be mad at him. **“It's okay, I'm not mad”** lying to make him feel better, my specialty. “Good babe good!” He kissed me roughly. Reggie's hand slowly moved up my leg before the redhead rounded the corner “Hey hun I thought you said we were going back to mine? Oh...sorry” I stood back from Reggie and looked between the two of them. **“Actually, you can go to hell** I smacked him across the face and then took off in a frantic walk towards Archie's before he could react. It started to lash rain by the time I reached Archie's door. Drenched. He's not going to let me live this down. I rang the doorbell and it wasn't long before Archie game to the door “Hey y/n...wait what happened?! Why are you crying?!” He outstretched his arms and I gladly went between them sobbing into his chest. “I know you said not to come to you crying when it all came crashing down around me but Arch it all came crashing down around me” my breathing was unsteady as Archie rocked me gently. “Shshsh always come to me sweetie” he purred. He pulled me inside and sat me down on the couch, fire blazing. Archie had given me an old shirt off his to replace my soaked through one. He sat right next to me and I was grateful, even if I just wanted to steal his heat. “What did he do y/n?” Archie treaded lightly around the subject even though I knew he was gunning to find out. I told him everything. “Well if you excuse me I have to go do something totally unrelated to that” he stood up and cracked his knuckles. “Okay Conor McGregor calm down” I pulled him by the end of his tshirt. “No! This absolute fucking asshole has rightly fucked you around and I want to get up and go kill him, you should have kicked him in the crotch. I swear I'm going to do more than just slap him! ” I had never seen Archie so angry in my entire life. He went to stand up again but I draped my legs across his lap and cuddled in closer to him preventing him from moving any further. “Think of it this was Arch, if you get up then I'll be cold and then you'll be the one fucking me over” I smiled. That seemed to do the trick as he seemed perfectly content to stay snuggled into me, my head on his shoulder. “Y/N?” “Yeah” I lifted my head to look at him and his lips met mine. I didn't immediately kiss back, shock ran through me. “I'm so sorry y/n! You just went through a rough break up and now i just kissed you and you weren't looking for that kinda thing from me. **”I don't know what I'm feeling but there's a lot of it** and all I really know is that there's been almost too much of it since you and Reggie became...well you and Reggie and..” I cut off his rambles by kissing his lips, hard. I slowly moved myself, not breaking the kiss, so I was sitting on his lap, fully facing him. I broke back from him and bit my lip. “Wow” he said half trying to catch his breath from the whirlwind I had just swept him up in. “Yeah...wow” I smiled at him before he pulled be back into another kiss. Home. ----------------------- Teehee Xx

[virgogh-away]

Boyfriend Material - Archie Andrews x Reader

A/N: Hey so I love Riverdale and am super excited for Season 2 so I decided to write this about my second favorite redhead (Cheryl is my queen)!! I hope you like it!

You had been feeling like shit lately. There was no better (or worse) way to put it. You weren’t clinically depressed, but you were feeling pretty damn sad right now and seemingly everything you were doing to help was just making things worse.

The main aspect of your life that you’d changed in the last few weeks (yeah, this was one of those) was hanging out with your friends less. Sure, to some people that may sound dumb, but to you it made perfect sense. Taking part in social interaction and hanging out with others was, altogether, an exhausting experience for you. You worried about what they were thinking of you and if you were even holding a halfway decent conversation with them. So you simply decided to cut (most) ties with them, for the time being. Of course, you happened to have the clingiest friends in all of Riverdale so they would not get off your back. You were constantly being bombarded with texts, calls, even emails about how worried they were for and about you. And every single time you responded with some iteration of, “I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling well.”

The other problem was the ugly inadequacy you felt creeping into your brain every time you hung out with them. Archie was popular, Veronica was wickedly cunning, Betty was unbelievably nice, and Jughead was the (somewhat) charming outcast. So, where did that leave you? The weird, quiet drifter friend who apologized way too often and preferred a night in to partying every single time the option was on the table? Why did your friends even need you around, wouldn’t they be perfectly fine without you? You’re positive they were a great ensemble before you arrived, so why not just cut yourself out of the picture now and speed up the inevitable? Your friends were people to remember, you were just some random face in the crowd.

So, these were the circumstances that led to you skipping school that fateful day. Your parents had always encouraged mental health days, and you had recently been somewhat forthright about how you were feeling down lately (you left out some details, but they were few in number). You even told your mom about your cliché crush on Archie and that you almost certainly knew that he didn’t like you back, and you were worried about what that would mean for the group.

To which she said, “Oh, come on honey! You’re a catch! Any guy, or gal, would be lucky to spend that kind of time with you!” She winks and you resist from gagging, but just barely.

You then proceed to scoff at her previous declaration, pausing your annihilation of a pint of ice cream, “Please, mother, be reasonable,” you pull out her least favorite nurturing name to show you mean business, “Arch is on the football team, he sings like an angel, everyone loves him, and he’s undeniably gorgeous! I am the equivalent of dirt on the bottom of his shoe, at best.”

She laughs at this, then recollects herself, remembering that she’s supposed to be supportive and not find your self-deprecating humor hilarious, “He’s not a god, Y/N. He’s one of your closest friends, and even if the feelings aren’t mutual, nothing’s going to change between the two of you! You heard about what went down between him and Betty!”

You momentarily consider what it is she’s saying, and think about how close the blonde and redhead still are. You then narrow your eyes at her, “Fine, I’ll give you this one. But I’m still not admitting my feelings to him unless my life is at stake…” You trail off and shrug your shoulders,” And even then, death is inescapable.”

“Y/N!” Your mom shouts in shock as you begin to make the trek upstairs to your room.

“Kidding! Sheesh!”

***

That was a mere three days ago, and you never expected you would be in a one on one situation with the redhead in question so soon (and on a Friday no less). Until your mom came into your room and gave you the “good” news.

“Hey sweetie, Archie is downstairs holding a milkshake from Pops with your name on it. Plus, he looks extra scrumptious,” she adds the last part in a whisper, even though the chances of anyone else hearing her are slim.

Despite this knowledge, you still nearly have a heart attack, your eyes widening as you go into full-on panic mode, “Mother, I will literally murder you if you don’t get out of here and send Archie up immediately.”

You shake your head at her antics as you mark your place in The Great Gatsby, putting the book on your bedside table and mentally preparing yourself for whatever may be awaiting you in the next few moments. When Archie finally walks in (he must’ve taken his sweet ass time going up those stairs), you just finished applying some lip gloss. While you may be a scrambled mess on the inside, you liked to look somewhat presentable on the outside.

When Archie walked into the room you almost lost the final shred of dignity and reason that you were clutching on to, because your mom was right: he looked damn good. Sure, he still had that ridiculous letterman jacket on (that you loved to hate publicly, but privately you really just loved). But he also had on a pair of jeans that fit and one of the most flattering colors on him (and your favorite) in the form of his shirt. Also, the cherry on top of the already delicious cake, his hair looked just wild enough to still be considered put together. Gah, you loved this boy far too much for your own good, for anyone’s good.

“Hey, Y/N, you weren’t at school today, so I just wanted to come by, see what’s up,” He says as he goes to sit at the end of the bed, the usual spot that he took up whenever he was in your room. Honestly, you wish he would settle down across the room in the corner, sitting on his hands so you wouldn’t be tempted to do something rash or admit your feelings, like an idiot, “Oh, and I brought you a shake, your favorite.”

You make grabby hands at it and he immediately gives it to you, laughing at your reaction. His mood abruptly changes, however, as he notices that you looked perfectly healthy and not deathly ill, as he had previously believed you to be. A frown settles itself on his otherwise perfect face and you feel your mood turning sour as you stare at him for a short while, neither of you saying anything, until…

“So,” Archie rubs the back of his neck as he looks down at your blanket covered figure and back up at your face, before removing his jacket and throwing it on a chair in the corner, “Are you, uh, actually sick or what?”

You almost immediately roll your eyes at his nosey question and begin to blow raspberries as you look at any other place in the room except for the redhead. You knew that eventually one of your friends would barge into your house and demand answers, but you didn’t expect it to be the person you least wanted to see, or tell the truth to.

“I mean, what do you think?” You ask him, somewhat rudely, as you gesture to your face and body. You don’t necessarily want to come off as a bitch, but you’re certain that it’s clear from simply glancing at you that you’re completely fine.

He chuckles slightly and continues to be meek, as he proceeds to grill you with questions, “Well then why have you been avoiding me?” As if he realizes he made a mistake, he widens his eyes and quickly includes, “And, um, the others, of course.”

You start to get nervous, as you quickly realize that you’re gonna have to expose your true feelings, and leave yourself momentarily very vulnerable. You hope he receives your speech well, but begin to fear the worst.

“I, um, well…” you struggle to get the words out, attempting to think ahead and get out your insecurities without revealing your affection for the boy sitting in front of you, “I just, feel kind of insignificant around all of you. I mean, you guys are all these great people with huge, amazing personalities and I’m just…me,” You finish your spiel by looking down at your hands which are resting in your lap and moving somewhat erratically, making you appear much more nervous than you wish to.

Before you even realize what’s happening, Archie’s scooped you up, placed you in his lap, and is hugging the life out of you. The second you feel his warmth and the comfort that his embrace is providing you, you burst into tears, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He places one hand delicately on the back of your head and the other on your back, rubbing circles into it. You’re shocked by the fact that a simple hug was the big solution to your problem, but realize that you’d been distancing yourself from anyone who would’ve been willing to show you this kind of physical attention. And perhaps the solution was to be around the youngest Andrews again, as he did tend to bring out the best in you.

You pull apart from him, reluctantly, but continue to sit in his lap as you wipe away some stray tears that didn’t already wipe off on Archie’s shirt.

“Never think of yourself as some sort of…spare friend, because you’re so much more than that. We all love you and have been missing you these past few weeks. Lunch has been so quiet without you,” He tells you quietly, since your faces are mere inches apart, and continues to rub your back. You suddenly realize that he wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t true, as your friend group was fairly brutal when it came to the truth. Thinking back to all the good times in the group that consisted of you, front and center, brings a bright smile to your face, and you’re suddenly as happy as you’ve been in months. The happiness courses through you and you give Archie a quick hug to punctuate your epiphany, proceeding to climb off of him and back to your nest at the other end of the bed.

“Sorry about this,” you tell him as you grab your book again, trying to busy yourself so you don’t think about how close you two just were and flush profusely. He shrugs his shoulders and opens his mouth to speak, but you end up blurting out, “Your shirt is really soft.”

He chuckles softly at this as you tentatively reach out a hand to rub against his shoulder. He leans closer to give you better access, and you continue to stare at his face until you basically see a lightbulb go off above his head. A confused look crosses your faces until Archie pipes up.

“Oh, this? It’s actually made of boyfriend material,” He delivers with a smirk on his face and you start laughing uncontrollably. You cannot believe that, after the weeks you’ve been having, one stupid joke from your best friend had you in such a ridiculous and unstoppable fit of laughter. You wipe the tears away from your eyes and look back at the idiot, but realize that he’s looking back at you with what looks like hope in his eyes. Suddenly, a realization hits you, and you try to stop the hope you now feel from overwhelming you, but it’s hard when he’s in front of you, looking at you like this.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Y/N,” he scoots closer and catches one of your hands with both of his, “I’ve liked you for as long as you joined our group. You’re so beautiful, smart, funny…these last few weeks have been hell.”

You smile broadly at him, not expecting for this exchange to go as well as it had so far. You’re almost worried that some meteor will strike the earth, because you’re finally as happy as you’ve ever been.

“So, will you maybe go out with me?”

You blush and take a glance at your hand, currently intertwined with both of Archie’s. You set your lonely hand on top of the others and look back up at the lovely boy in front of you, “Of course I will, Arch. I’d love nothing more.”

[kiera-writes]

Twin!Archie Andrews and Reader - Ice (PLATONIC)

Summary: The reader is Archie Andrews twin. After a small heartbreak, she takes Cheryl's place in the ice. Requested?: Yes! By @floralchlxe Warnings: mention of suicide?? ((AN: I am SO sorry this took so long. I've just gotten back from holiday and life has been so hectic! This is so bad but I hope you like it anyway! Anyone else who requested: I promise I'll get to them soon. Maybe today or possibly tomorrow. I'll do it, I promise!)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A serpent?! No way. Not a chance." Stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed angrily, your twin brother Archie was shouting. You'd been talking to a boy on the south side for a long while now and today was supposed to be your first date. His name was Hunter (or so they called him, anyway) and he truly cared. Poetry fell gracefully from his mouth and his watery blue eyes told stories of love and horror. He was beautiful. "Arch, he's not like them! He's nice! It's a family thing, is all." You knew this was a losing battle. Archie, being the glorious 7.5 minutes older that he was, has always been over protective of you. And now, as you stood at the top of the stairs with curled hair and stained red lips, he wasn't going to give up. His large eyebrows knitted together in frustration as a single tear slipped from your lined black eyes. Turning abruptly on your heels, you flee to your bedroom. Moments of silence pass by before you finally feel safe to go. The window latch was rusted over and frost clung to the corners like an icy warning. You heave it open with a soft grunt before slipping out one leg, then another, then your whole body. Your boot-clad feet land softly in the fallen snow with a crunch. A pale moon watches overhead as you sit on a swing of the abandoned park. The cold wind nipped viciously at your ears but you shut it out, kicking off the floor. Your eyes close peacefully as you swing back and forth, finding something calming about the rhythm. Hours pass by and you remain the park's only resident. An odd feeling of anger bubbles in your stomach as you stand. A sigh escapes your lips as you check your phone. Nothing. No petty excuses or apologies. Maybe he just doesn't want you... For the second time in just a few hours, hot and salty tears began to flood down your face. Archie doesn't approve. Hunter doesn't love you. Dad's probably waiting to go nuts at you back home. Isn't life swell? You trudge home, tail between your legs, awaiting whatever punishment will greet you. Opening the door felt like stepping into hell itself. You got the full blast from both your father and your twin, got yourself grounded and your phone taken away. You sat on your bed, numb, as the sun came up. You knew what you had to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being Archie's twin meant you got to hang around with the rest of the Scooby Gang. It was alright but you knew you were there for your brother more than for friends. You sat quietly at lunch as everyone around you talked happily. Across the table, the ginger boy cast you side glances. Confusion, anger and regret swam behind his eyes, each emotion fighting for dominance. "I don't feel too well, you know? I think I'm gonna take a walk." You say, your voice barely a whisper. This wasn't the first time you'd skip half of school for a 'walk'. Your usual spot at Sweetwater River was always empty and gave you the perfect atmosphere to just draw in peace. It calmed you a lot. Today, though, it would provide something different. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the ice, a surge of confidence crashed over you. Grabbing a rough stone, you began to hack violently at the cleared spot beneath your feet. Your white leather jacket blended in perfectly with the surroundings, easing your nerves. You could finally disappear. "(Y/n)!!! What are you doing?!" A familiar voice calls out, filled with panic. Your eyes scan the surrounding land before locking on to a small group of people. The concerned faces of Archie, Jughead, Veronica and Betty stare back at you. Flashing them a weak smile, the ice below your feet releases a mighty crack before caving in. The cold hits like a brick, taking away any breath you had left in your lungs. The strong current drags your limo body further under the ice, sealing you into your grave. The faint voices above you slowly fade into white noise as your eyes finally flutter shut. It all goes black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your (e/c) eyes snap open, met instantly with the unforgiving blaze of a fire. Around you, a comforting blanket with a homely scent. Beside you sits Veronica Lodge, her deep brown eyes full of concern. She smiles sadly at you before disappearing into the kitchen. Memories race through your mind, glimpses of thick ice, screams of friendly voices. Archie. The anger, the regret, the concern. You open your blue lips to call for him but no noise escapes. Your throat feels almost closed up with a cork, your body paralysed. Your wet (h/c) locks make you shiver, despite the warmth that surrounds you. It's too quiet. "Hey..." a voice trails from behind you. Though you cannot move your head properly to see, you know the voice belongs to your twin. "Look... I'm really sorry. I j just wanted to protect you, y'know? The serpents are dangerous and I care about you and..." he cuts himself off. A pair of strong arms reach around your frail figure, encasing you in a hug. He never apologises to you, no matter what. It felt weird to hear but it was nice, all the same. "I forgive you, Arch." You croak out, a small smile playing with your frozen features. His embrace tightens slightly, almost suffocating you. You stay silent, though, allowing the moment to carry on. Archie was your brother. He cares. He always has.

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AFTERTASTE PART FIVE

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Genre: fluff and some angst

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Candy by Doja Cat

Warnings: swearing, minors consuming alcohol

Words: 3.6K

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     Y/N lasted two weeks before thoughts of even throwing the bet came to mind. She had been strong so far; making sure to wear her tightest outfits and highest heels, being extra touchy-feely with Archie and not reacting to his moves in the slightest. Her personal favourite moment was sitting on his lap at the Twilight Drive-In and giving him a hard-on whilst Kevin and Betty sat next to them non the wiser.

But now, on day eighteen, she needed reinforcements. The redhead realised his attempts were failing miserably and he couldn't help his reactions to Y/N’s provocative movements. He turned it up a notch, becoming rather possessive of the five foot blonde knowing she enjoyed that side of him. He carefully walked the line of teasing and taunting like a tightrope, always whispering in her ear and letting his hand rest on her inner thigh under the table. And now, Y/N found herself wanting to pounce him whenever he caught her eye. It was getting out of hand, so she called for the only two people who could possibly help.

"Have you tried doing the bend and snap?" Cherry asked out of the blue, her head rested on her girlfriends lap as the three watched Clueless from the comfort of Felicity's bed.

"Babe," the blue haired girl said with a sigh and took a handful of M&Ms, "I love you but I don't think our answer lies in a two-thousand's rom-com."

"Hey, it worked on you, didn't it?" The brunette grinned smugly and leaned up to kiss the girl above her, earning a handful of chocolate to be launched in their direction and a disgruntled groan from the blonde sitting beside them.

Y/N pouted, "Please stop reminding me how single I am."

At this, the two girls pulled away and sent her the same bewildered look, "You wouldn't be if you told that hunky ginger you're in love with him!" Flick barked, a hand playing with the hem of her partner's shirt whilst the other flew up in desperation.

The y/h/c girl sent her friends an incredulous glare, it only growing when their shared 'you know I'm right' smile made an appearance. She took a handful of sweets and irritably shoved them in her mouth, "I am not in love with Archie Andrews... I just want his body on my body... in a variety of ways, and locations... multiple times."

"Right, so let me just get this straight," Cherry sat upright and gathered her hair over one shoulder, she paused the film and sent the petite girl a serious look, "you really think a no-strings-attached relationship can actually work? Have you even seen Friends With Benefits? It doesn't work! Sure it's all fun and games now but it's only a matter of time before one of you catches feelings and shit gets real. Then we'll have to pick sides, obviously you automatically get us, but I really liked Archie, he was promising..."

"What my gorgeous girlfriend means, is that we won't have this relationship ruined because you two can't keep it in your pants. We've put a lot of work and effort into this ship and it isn't going to waste, this isn't some TV teen drama shit, there's no need to wait until season 6 to actually be happy. Don't be Lydia and Stiles." Flick rounded up, taking the remote and pressing play.

Y/N simply sighed and slouched against the pillows, her attention turning back to the TV as she sulked, "I came here for your advice, and honestly now it feels like my moms are telling me I can't have sex with my hot best friend because they ship us too hard romantically. How can sex ruin a friendship? That's like saying extra sprinkles ruin ice cream! Anyways, none of that matters unless I win this stupid bet."

"You know Y/N/N, asking a lesbian and a bisexual whose only ever been with a girl on how to seduce a boy isn't exactly your best move." Cherry commented, snuggling under her blanket with a near-empty bowl of mini-pretzels at her side.

"My advice? Just be yourself, dumbass. Clearly for some weird reason he's into that, so it's only a matter of time until he gives in and this insanity will end. Boys think with their dicks and have a lot less will-power than us. For fucks sake, he's sprung when your name's mentioned in passing conversation, clearly he wants to bone your brains out. Wait it out, you're one stubborn chick when you want to be, you got this."

Two days later, on one rather fateful Friday night, Y/N found herself in the midst of a party thrown by none other than the Blossom twins. It had been a while since she'd spoken to either of them, but since their entire year was currently making out on the couches, the invitation wasn't all that strange. She and Betty had spent the evening getting ready whilst rocking out to the cheesiest music known to their generation. The smaller blonde wore a little red number with lace cutouts, and only managed to convince her taller friend to ditch the mom-jeans for a conservative royal blue knee-length dress. Baby steps, she told herself whilst trying her best not to cut a deeper neckline in the mass of material.

Betty Cooper had absolutely no idea what was going on between two of her three best friends; and although she'd always been silently jealous of their closeness, she was used to it and didn't think twice to question it. Y/N spritzed her neck and wrists with her favourite perfume, Daisy Dream, and gave herself a final once over in the large mirror beside her wardrobe.

With perfect timing, like some magical intuition, Y/N’s phone buzzed, notifying her their ride was outside. She grinned at the taller girl and slipped her black Louis Vuitton's on, "Ready, m'lady?"

"I-I don't know, Y/N/N." Betty panicked, wringing her hands together as a worrisome look etched onto her face, "What if my mom sees us leave? She'll kill me if she finds out we're going to a Blossom party."

"She won't. And even if she does, she'll only see us getting into a car with Cherry and Flick, just tell her they invited us over for a girl's night or something... Stop worrying about the future, and start living in the now! You look smokin', I look hot, we are not wasting my precious work on Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore again, capisce?" Y/N didn't allow even a millisecond to pass before dragging the taller girl downstairs with her where they met Polly and Ren.

The four took a few quick photos together and hightailed it out to the red convertible sitting on the edge of the drive. Polly switched places with Flick and the happy couple sat in the back on each other's lap, leaving Y/N and Betty sat beside them like two spare wheels.

When the group of girls arrived, Cheryl graciously directed them down to the basement. Thoughts of being led down to a torture chamber came to mind as the redhead opened a large squeaky door, but those died down when the smell of liquor and sound of house music hit them like a brick wall.

So now, an hour into the night, it was just Betty and Y/N standing at the side of the room with a red solo cup in hand. Polly ran off to find her beloved boyfriend as soon as she arrived and Y/S/N just so happened to find herself hitting on a nearby houseplant. 'Flicky' were playing beer pong, well cider for them, against Reggie and Moose, and were winning with only one cup standing.

The petite girl, who still stood below her friend even in four inch heels, was about to save her sister from some terrible mugshots, but a strong arm stopped her in her tracks and pulled her back into a muscly chest.

"Where'd you think you're going, gorgeous?" A deep voice breathed in her ear, and a second later she ripped herself away from the boy, instantly recognising him and wishing to be the other side of the building right now. Though her actions were quick, the brunette pinned her to the nearest wall and stared hazily into her wide chartreuse-coloured eyes. Y/N actually laughed at the irony of the location, finding it funny that the last time she was in this position it was rather enjoyable.

"Fuck off, Chuck." The girl took another sip of her drink, not bothering to pay the boy any attention because that's exactly what he wanted. Though, when his arms moved from the wall to around her waist and neck, forcing Y/N to look up at him, she felt like punching the stupid smile off his smug face. But with one hand stuck at her side and the other holding her drink, she simply settled for chucking her remaining vodka-lemonade at the boy.

He chuckled cynically and wiped his face down, eyes darkening as he pushed himself against her with even more force, "Now, now. That's no way to treat the best fuck you've ever had. Why don't we go find somewhere quiet, for old times sake." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for questioning or any form of verbal consent.

But Y/N scoffed and chucked her now empty cup at his face, "Do you really want to be known for rape, as well as leaking a fifteen year old's sex tape, that you were a part of let's not forget?"

He sighed and brought a hand up to cup her face, coarse fingers gripping her jaw achingly tight, "Y/N/N, aren't we past that? I was mad and you embarrassed me in front of the entire football team, what did you expect me to do? Can't we just forget about that?" His other arm aggressively tugged her closer, "C'mon, you know you want me, slut."

Y/N had her eyebrows raised intolerably the entire time he spoke, and when she realised this had no affect on him, she cocked her head ever so slightly. That word felt so good coming from Archie's lips weeks ago. But with Chuck's intoxicated breath panting down on her made up face, she felt completely and utterly violated, physically and mentally.

She hid the look of disgust as best as possible and simply let her best fake alluring smile grace her features; Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and looked ever so sweetly into his darkened eyes, "Clayton, we were together for what, eight months? And somehow, in that entire time, you never made me orgasm, not even close. I feel sorry for any girl, or whoever else who has to put up with your shitty oral. Don't you ever, ever use that word against me or any other girl. Don't touch me, you do not and shall never have consent to touch my body, remember that." She smoothly spoke, her voice laced with sugar-coated venom.

Using his drunken and shocked state to her advantage, Y/N unhooked his arms and rushed off to find one particular individual. She fought through the endless crowd of teenagers and after ten minutes of searching, Archie was nowhere to be found. A light tapping on one shoulder caused the y/h/c girl to spin on her heels, ready to slap a bitch if it were another jock.

But thankfully it wasn't, and Y/N let out a sigh of relief when her eyes found Betty's figure. She took her taller friend by the arms and asked, "Have you seen Archie at all? There's three fucking gingers at this party and I can only spot two."

"Last time I saw him he was in line for the bathroom, and that was around five minutes ago." The taller blonde said, peering down at her friend in concern as a hand smoothed down her signature ponytail instinctively, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Betty's question almost flew right past her as she searched for the toilet queue, but thankfully she managed to make out a few words, and quickly put two and two together. Y/N shook her head and finally looked at her friend, "It's alright, but one of us is about to lose a bet, I'll tell you who once I find out."

Betty's expression contorted at that, and she began to feel an uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach. The Cooper girl did her best to hide her jealousy along with her crush on Archie. She'd always viewed Y/N as the unwanted cog in the machine, but as the months went on she couldn't help but feel like a spare part.

With that, the petite girl marched off and soon found herself pushing through throngs of her drunken classmates until a head of fiery-red hair poked up above the crowd. He was joking and laughing with Reggie, both wearing giddy smiles whilst sipping from from their cups every so often.

Y/N was used to being easily knocked, because she was so tiny in relation to the 6 foot something masses of muscle she called her friends, so it came as no surprise when someone practically rammed her right into the middle of the boys' conversation. Luckily, being the gentleman he was, Archie's arm instinctively wrapped around her waist to steady her toppling body. Their chatting ceased and it took Reggie no less than a second to start talking to someone else, leaving the red-haired boy looking down in confusion at his best friend.

"You okay there, Tiger?" He asked, gingerly hooking a few strands of her y/h/c hair behind her ear, making Y/N crane her neck up to watch him intently for a moment. She bit down on her lower lip and let out an intoxicated little giggle, "My knight in shining armour, however will I repay you?"

Archie breathed out a deep chuckle and smirked, "I can think of a few ways..." he all but muttered. Y/N’s thoughts flickered back to just moments ago in the lull of silence, and that was all the boy needed to lead her out of the packed basement. He saw the look confliction in her eyes, not quite understanding it, "has something else happened, Y/N/N?"

"Do you remember last spring, when I finally broke it off with Chuck... and then he, you know?" She tried to clarify, but her words wavered and fell short.

"Released a video of you two without your consent and only got suspended for a week?" Archie almost growled his voice felt so heavy. He hated remembering their relationship. Not only because he wanted Y/N to be only his, but because he was forced to see his best friend humiliated and heartbroken all at the same time and couldn't stop it.

"That's the one." The girl looked down, unable to meet his eyes as her mind raced back to one of the darkest weeks of her life. But she pulled herself away from the horrible memories, "Look, it happened and I can't change that, but I really don't want to be around him right now."

"We'll go back to mine right now, Tiger." Archie affirmed with his hand now cupping her made up face, bringing her gaze back to his own.

"Woah, didn't realise you two were a thing." A slurring Reggie turned back around and winked at the pair with his usual cheeky smile, "Don't worry, I won't tell."

Y/N giggled and hiccuped at the same time, "Fuck off, Reg."

"Hey, if you hurt her, Andrews, I'll knock you into next year." The Asian boy only partly joked with his best friend.

The Robins girl pulled herself away from the wall and wrapped her arms around Reggie, "My hero!"

"Yeah, yeah." He hugged her back, not too hard though as in his drunken state he was scared he might snap her in half with all his muscular might. "I love you too, Y/N/N."

She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before returning to Archie's side, clasping his hand in her own and leading the both of them away from the raucous party. Nobody seemed to notice in their happy little haze, even if they did, most people assumed the two were sleeping together anyway.

"Does it bother you at all?" Y/N small voice called as they walked down the narrow roads back home. She didn't know whether the answer would be something she wanted to hear, but it had been bothering her for the past minute or so.

Archie's brows furrowed, slightly more sober and completely not understanding his companion's train of thought, "Does what bother me?"

"That people assume so much about us? That we're sleeping together? That we're a couple?" She pondered.

"Not unless it's something that puts you in a negative light, otherwise I really couldn't care less about other people's opinions. Everyone has them, but the only ones that matter to me are my friends and my family's." Archie reassured her.

Y/N giggled at her own joke, "I thought you were going to say they're like assholes?"

The boy looked at her incredulously.

"Everybody has one." She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist as his own found its way to her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth. The rest of the walk was silent after that, cool summers air bringing an ease to Y/N's tipsy frame. Twenty minutes must have gone by before they saw the Andrews' household finally in view, it was anything but awkward though. Their hands clasped swinging between them, the girl's feet beginning to ache from the regrettable choice of five inch heels.

They shared giggles and passing comments that wouldn't make sense the next morning, gleeful smiles hanging from cheek to cheek. Before Archie had the chance to hunt for his key, the front door opened with Fred sending the two teenagers a short look of annoyance.

"Get in already." He rolled his tired eyes, not wanting to question why his son's best friend was currently looking up at him with hidden adoration as she slipped off her shoes.

Y/N hiccuped and sent the adult an apologetic smile, "Sorry if we woke you, Freddie."

"I couldn't sleep anyway, kid, don't worry about it." Fred gave her a kind smile and felt her small frame hug his own. He returned it as always and after a few moments, let the teenagers carry on upstairs. The girl immediately went into the bathroom and found her small bottle of cleanser under the sink, removing her heavy make up before returning to her best friends room.

Y/N couldn't help but gawk at the sight her eyes were greeted with, the redheads body clad with tight boxers with his warm bedside lamp lighting the room, and his muscular build, perfectly. Her hands lightly traced his back, making Archie jump before leaning into her touch.

"I'm still going to win this bet," She whispered, shutting the bedroom door and pulling the boy down to his bed with her, "but Arch, can I ask you something?"

Y/N's head nearly reached the wall as the redhead towered over her, hot breath tickling her skin while he rest himself against her without putting any weight down. "Of course." The words floated from his lips so easily, knowing his whole life he'd do anything or answer whatever she wanted.

"Do you think we're meant to be more than friends? I think I've finally realised it's not that we were never and will never be romantic in each other's minds, it's always been that way but we've just never really known." The Robins girl seemed so sure of her words, staring up into his amber eyes with so much honest admiration.

He watched her for what felt like forever, not knowing whether it was the alcohol in them both or just that the little game they were playing didn't matter anymore, and decided to throw that away. A short gasp fell from Y/N's lips as Archie caught them, rolling over and pulling her on top of his chest.

"You're right, I've always wanted us to be more than friends Y/N/N, ever since Leonardo went missing when we were in sixth grade and you kissed my cheek when I found him." Archie propped himself up and returned that same gesture. She stole a kiss but he didn't let it end, running his fingers through her curled blonde hair.

"Arch?" Her small voice called out, sitting atop of his torso still in her revealing red dress. He nodded back with the biggest smile, unable to control the pure joy as her next words tumbled into the world, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"I don't have a choice, since I lost the bet, do I?" He mocked, smile not falling as she hit his chest and rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course, yes, I'll be your boyfriend."

PART SIX

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AFTERTASTE PART FOUR

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Short!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether friendship and can co-exist without causing conflict. Including my OC's Flick & Cherry, a lesbian couple and best friends of Y/N. Set Pre-Veronica.

Song: Feeling Good by Sofi Tukker

Warnings: Dom!Archie, Oral (fem receiving), swearing (probably)

Words: 3K

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!PING!

Y/N giggled as soon as she saw the picture Archie had posted, it had been taken a few hours ago at lunch. She hadn't even realised he had taken one, off guard beaming up at Moose as he told the group how the Andrews boy had face planted the turf during football practice. The caption read ‘when you're having a lousy day, i'll try my best to make you smile like an idiot’ and her face lit up at the kind gesture.

Today had been utter shit; Michelangelo had gotten into a fight with one of the neighbourhood cats and lost very badly, Josie picked a fight for no reason in Maths and called her a ‘brain dead bimbo’ in front of everyone, and to top it off she'd overheard Chuck sharing very private, personal details with his friends like they were nothing.

She felt miserable and hopeless, wanting nothing more than for this day to be over already. While the boy wasn't there with her when any of these events happened, he knew as soon as he saw her saddened expression that it was his duty to turn her frown upside down. After an hour of cheesy jokes bad enough to make her father proud, Y/N felt a little bit lighter.

Now, the two sixteen year olds were being blackmailed into making dinner for themselves, Y/N's family and of course Fred too. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen though, since Y/S followed in her mother's footsteps when it came to cooking abilities, and they felt bad for always making Y/D cook. So the blonde had rolled up the sleeves of her grey sweatshirt and pulled her hair into a messy bun, while Archie gathered all the ingredients for the perfect steak dinner.

"Okay," Y/N huffed out, putting her arms up and looking over the boy's broad shoulders to see the recipe, "what's the first step, Nigella?"

Two frustrating and hilariously messy hours later, the two teens were serving their masterpieces. Y/N showered while waiting for the steak to cook, her hair now in damp ringlets as she wore a black concert t-shirt and a burgundy pair of gym shorts.

She carefully placed the piping hot plates in her mother and sisters respective places, returning for her own and Archie's as the boy brought out ones for their fathers. Y/D and Fred sat at the heads of the table, with Y/S and Y/M on one side and Archie and Y/N on the other. It had been that way since the very beginning, the teen's chairs always closer than necessary.

The radio played hits from the eighties and nineties in the background; the atmosphere warm and cozy as the group began tucking into their gourmet meals happily. Conversation flowed easily as usual, soft smiles mirrored around the room in the amicable scene.

"How's school been today?" Y/D asked casually as he piled food onto his fork dangerously high, it disappearing into his mouth seconds later.

"Shit." Y/N answered with a shrug and a wry smile as she copied her dad's actions and stuffed her face. Her eyes closed for a moment to fully appreciate the perfection of her cooking, but in that moment she missed the sad look the redhead threw her way. Everyone at the table was aware her high school experience wasn't rose tinted, and she was never able to lie to her family about it.

"McCoy's girl again?" Y/S asked defensively, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she even brought up said name.

"It's no biggie, honestly. She's just holding a grudge against me for something that literally happened over a year ago. She'll have to let go of it sooner or later." The y/h/c girl ended the conversation, continuing to fill her mouth with copious amounts of food. While her parents had moved on to talk about another subject, Archie kept his eye on her and she knew it.

Y/N didn't hate being pitted per se, but she couldn't stand to be watched by loving eyes when the person those eyes belong to wishes to fix her problems for her. Knowing that's what his mind was preoccupied with, the girl turned to Archie sharply and began chewing with her mouth wide open, sticking her tongue out for emphasis.

The redhead gagged and couldn't stop himself from snorting in laughter and Y/N took this as her queue to close her mouth. Not truly phased by the grotesque sight, Archie returned it for just a second, leaving them both giggling. Finishing the mouthful, she bumped shoulders with the boy, keeping her head resting there for a few moments as she spoke with a grin, "You've already done enough, stop making my issues yours. We do everything together anyway, leave me this little slither of sardonic sanity, okay?"

She sat up straight again and sent Fred a wink upon finding his knowing grin slung in their direction. Looking around the table, three other faces have the exact same looks, and Y/N only rolled her eyes, "Can we have just one family dinner without planning our wedding? For all you guys know we could both be gay and just use each other for style advice."

Y/D scoffed, eyeing up his daughter with amusement, "You're not gay."

"What?!" The blonde's cutlery clanged against her plate as she threw her arms up in exasperation, "I could be!"

Y/M cackled her usual laugh and rolled her eyes, chiming in, "Darling, have you seen your wardrobe?"

"Cherry and I share clothes!" Y/N defended herself, only halfheartedly as she knew the conversation was completely false, but still stood her ground.

"Yeah, well, she has a blue-haired girlfriend and you only share dresses when you're going out because you're the same size. I'm pretty sure she'd rather be dead than wear a pair of your heels." Y/S interjected and received her sister's glare with a smug grin.

Archie silently ate his food, but soon his best friend turned to him, "I could be bi, right? Like Elizabeth Olsen and Sebastian Stan both own my life."

"You can be whatever you want to be, Tiger." Taking a sip of his drink, the boy continued, "But, to be fair, have you seen The Bronze? Like if there's someone I'd turn for, it'd be Sebastian Stan."

"See!" Y/N raised her arms in the way Will Smith had when showing the world his beautiful wife, "This is why he's my best friend!"

They high-fived with matching grins and the bubbly atmosphere carried on until Fred left for the night, Archie staying over in lieu of helping with unfinished homework. After washing up, the three teenagers headed up to bed.

But before the elder Y/L/N daughter fully entered her room, she swung back on the doorframe and locked eyes with her younger sister in a deadpan manner, "I haven't slept properly in three days, please have the decency to wait until I'm asleep before you start boning, thanks."

Y/N swivelled in the direction of her room, cheeks dusted pink at the insinuation. She closed her curtains and headed straight for bed, exhausted by everything the day forced upon her shoulders. Finding her phone, she sent a round of goodnight streaks and scrolled through Instagram before the bed dipped and a tuft of red hair came into view.

"It's only just gone ten, you lightweight." He bumped her shoulder with his bare one, soon copying her actions with his own phone but not finding anything nearly as interesting.

"Well, I fancy wasting time on my phone instead of doing anything productive, problem?" The blonde hummed, not turning away from the device holding her attention. A few moments of silence and mindless scrolling passed before Y/N's phone was ripped from her grasp and set down on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I do have a problem with that, Tiger." Archie grinned at her clueless expression, climbing on top of her, either elbow caging her face in his hold. A light pressure appeared between her thighs with a small twitch, forcing a giggle from the girls lips. She hooked her thighs around his waist and linked her feet together, pulling his entire being closer to her own.

"Oh," Y/N forgot all about whatever had been on her phone screen moments ago, hands now brushing through Archie's fiery locks, "and what would that be."

The boy dipped his head without warning, lightly pushing her jaw to the left to expose her soft neck. His tongue slowly ran from her collar bone to the bottom of her ear, kissing small pecks along her jawline until their lips met. Y/N smiled into the kiss, lifting herself up while pulling his torso closer into her own. Her hips moved on their own accord, needing more friction to scratch an itch only his mouth could fix.

Archie broke the kiss, looking down at the petite girl with lustful eyes as his hand found her neck once more, "There's so many better ways for us to waste time than on our phones. But I'm going to need you to stay quiet for me, Tiger. Can you do that for me?"

As the words left his lips, his index finger lifted from her neck and pressed against her own. Y/N couldn't help licking a stripe down the back of it, taking the digit into her mouth and letting it drop with a popping sound. She nodded her head in agreement with an innocent smile and wide expectant eyes.

Archie watched her for a moment in awe, giving her throat a small squeeze before moving down her body. He lifted her ‘All Time Low’ t shirt up, planting wet kisses from her bra line to the waistband of her lycra shorts.

“You okay?” The boys soft voice sounded through the room, any dominance dropped from his tone but ready to be picked up if he got the right answer. Y/N sat up, planting each hand on either side of his face and pressed her lips to his nose lightly.

She grinned down at him, “I’m sure.” Her excited tone couldn’t be missed, and without hesitation she hooked her fingers into the shorts and pulled them away from her velvety skin, flinging them to the floor carelessly. Archie felt another grin filled kiss skim his forehead, a small hand carding through his hair as the girl relaxed back into the plush bedding.

Y/N closed her eyes in content as hot breath traced her thighs, up and down in a slow rhythm, leaving goosebumps of anticipation in its wake. Her hips rutted upwards needing some kind of contact, but Archie’s firm hand pushed her back into the mattress and held her in place. He settled with his legs hanging off the edge of the double bed, pushing her legs to rest open. The girl resisted the urge to squeeze her legs together, desire overcoming her body but submission overpowering her mind.

Archie’s lips left trails down her silky thighs, plotting temporary marks by nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He enjoyed feeling her squirm under his touch, showing how much she needed his touch. This was more than just helping each other get off, there was a raw urgency and need within them for only one another. He licked around the edge of her pink thong, another unintentional jut from her hips pushing him closer to her heat as a whine escaped her lips.

The redhead’s hand moved from her stomach to her neck while he forced her to look down at him, “No noise, kitten. Okay?” He warned and Y/N’s bottom lip curled under her teeth as she sent him another nod. With that, her underwear, if it could be even called that, was pulled from her body and joined her shorts on the cool wooden floor moments later.

Archie carried on teasing the girl, licking down her inner thighs and getting dangerously close to what her body was pleading for, but he enjoyed watching her struggle to stay silent and it was far too easy to bring her to the edge by barely doing anything.

“Please.” Y/N’s voice begged with a shaky moan she’d tried so hard to keep in. The boy smirked up at her before giving her exactly what she wanted, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair as he latched onto her clit. But as soon as the pleasure started, it ceased once more.

“You want me to carry on, little girl?” Archie asked in a low tone, watching his best friend panting in want from the smallest of actions. “Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please, Arch. Please.” The girl nodded again, never needing a release so badly in her life before.

Archie’s tongue lapped small circles around the bundle of nerves, pausing again to elicit a small noise of bliss, “I need you to stay quiet for me though, Tiger. Don’t want Y/S finding out what a slut her little sister is.”

In any other circumstance, Y/N would slap someone for calling her something like that, and Archie would never let the word slip from his lips. But in this moment, with his tongue skilfully taunting her clit and a finger dipping inside her wet pussy, it sent a wave of pleasure and praise through her entire body.

He was her drug, one touch and Y/N was completely intoxicated, whatever he wanted is what she wanted and there wasn’t a single thing she would say no to.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to reach the edge of release, with Archie’s fingers pulsing inside her while switching from licking at her clit and sucking on it with his tongue swirling her into a trance of ecstasy. He wanted to play with her more, keep her tilting on the edge until she couldn’t handle it any longer.

But Y/N had a difficult day, he could tease her any time he wanted, for now he just wanted to give her one reason for this day to be good. With that, he tactfully curled his fingers bringing them in and out of her hot core, not stopping his mouth from all but assaulting her over stimulated clit. Her hips buckled once again and this time Archie didn’t stop her, then they began rutting back and forth riding his face until her body couldn’t take any more

“Oh god.” Y/N whined in a hushed tone, her body convulsing in euphoria she finally toppled over the edge of her climax. Archie pressed a final kiss to her clit, resting his head on her spread thighs for a few moments as they both caught their breath.

The girl giggled as Archie appeared back at her side, pressing her lips to his not caring about the taste of her lingering in the air.

“You okay?” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her under the duvet with him. Her head rest in the crook of his neck, leg over is stomach and hand lightly tracing patterns over his muscular chest.

“More than okay, pretty boy.” Y/N hummed into the dark room with a bright smile adoring her features. “Arch?”

He mumbled an agreeable response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Archie’s hand found her thigh and he gave it a small squeeze, keeping his hand there to hold her close.

“Can we play a game?” The girl sounded apprehensive yet excited with her words.

She felt him nod, “What kind of game do you want to play, Tiger?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at her idea as the words left her lips, “I’m proposing a little bet.

Clearly were both attracted to each other, and it ends there, yes? Nothing romantic, just two horny best friends who need an outlet. So, why don't we have a little fun with this? We tease the other to breaking point, bring them to their fucking knees begging for it, and the first one to cave, loses. Nothings off limits, but you can't kiss the other, otherwise you lose."

At this, Archie lifted his head wearing a matching smirk, though it couldn’t be seen as the street lamp sending orange hues into the bedroom only lit up their silhouettes, "What does the winner get?"

"Whatever the fuck they want.” Y/N’s hand made its way to the boy’s neck and she tilted her head upwards to whisper into his ear, “And, when I win the first thing I'm going to have you do is eat me out again."

The boy chuckled dryly and shook his head, "Tiger, I'll be doing that when I win anyway."

Y/N giggled, tempted to throw the bet immediately if the consequence was his head between her legs once more. “Game on, Andrews.”

Archie couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation, though he had to admit he couldn’t wait to see what his best friend would do to try and make him lose.

“Okay little girl, it’s time to sleep I think.” His voice felt more authoritative this time, and Y/N loved that about him, he wasn’t afraid to tell her what to do.

“Goodnight, Arch.” The girl said with a smile in her tone, anxious to see what Archie would do to her over the coming weeks. She felt his head shake once more, knowing a grin was etched into his lips. Y/N rolled onto her side, the boy’s arm tightly wrapped around her still as she drifted off into a fairytale land where this was all real. Not just two friends messing around.

PART FIVE