#archiehopperxreader

[xaracherryx]

Tickle Therapy Archie Hopper x teen!reader Authors Note: Eep this is my first fic!! I hope you guys all like it! I know I said I was doing a Hamilton fic but I started rewatching Once Upon A Time and I got reminded how absolutely precious Archie is so this kinda just came out hahaha. Also the ending reminds me of my therapist bc when I was younger she used to take me for ice cream near her office :) Warnings: discussions of homophobia Y/N knocked on Archie’s door, Spencer by her side. “Hey, Y/N! Come on in,” Archie grinned. “See you in an hour, Spencer.” “Have a good session sweetheart,” Spencer smiled and left. By the time Archie had turned around, Y/N flopped down on the couch and curled up into a ball, facing away from him. “What’s up, Y/N? You seem down.” Archie asked, sitting down on the chair next to her. “My dad’s an asshole,” Y/N grumbled. “Now, Y/N, what did I tell you about using that kind of language?” “Great, now you sound just like him.” Archie paused. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up at least?” Archie asked. “No,” Y/N shrugged, pressing her forehead against the couch. Archie sat with her for a minute before getting an idea. He grinned. “I think there is,” Archie knelt down next to Y/N. “There’s a specific type of therapy that I haven’t used with you yet, but it’s guaranteed to cheer you up.” “What is it?” Y/N asked, annoyed. She still wasn’t looking at him. Archie got down lower so his face was right up against her ear, his hands ready to pounce. “Just a little something I like to call tickle therapy.” Before Y/N could jump away, Archie grabbed her and started tickling her all over her stomach and sides. Y/N shrieked in surprise and burst into giggles, grabbing at his hands and trying to pry them off. “See, it’s working already! You’re smiling,” Archie laughed with her, spidering his fingers over her ribs. “Ahaharchie nohoho!!” Y/N yelped, hiding her face in the couch so she didn’t have to look at him. But he got up from the floor and onto the couch with her, pulling her into his lap so she couldn’t escape. “Aw, what’s wrong Y/N? Does this tiiiickle?” He teased, digging his fingers into her hips, eliciting multiple adorable squeals from her. “Ohoho, is this a bad spot?” Y/N could barely breathe she was laughing so hard, but she managed to nod and slap at his hands again. Archie laughed. He moved his hands up to tickle her neck now, the kind of soft tickling that kept her giggling breathlessly. “Nohoho more,” Y/N choked out. Archie stopped tickling her, and Y/N jumped out of his lap, sitting down next to him on the couch. “That isn’t really a therapy that I usually use on anybody, but uh.. did it at least cheer you up a little?” Archie asked. “A little,” Y/N shrugged. She paused before continuing- “I told him.” Archies eyes lit up. “You told him? That’s great-“ “He didn’t take it well. We got into a massive fight, he threatened to kick me out. It was bad." “He doesn’t want to accept that you’re bisexual?” “No. He keeps saying that I’m an abomination and I'm going to hell but I can’t control it.” Y/N sighed. “I just want my dad to accept me. He’s the only family I have, he’s supposed to love me for who I am, isn’t he?” “You deserve to be loved and accepted. Telling him was brave and for what it’s worth I’m always gonna love you and accept you, even if no one else does. Don’t forget that,” Archie squeezed her shoulder affectionately. Y/N started to tear up a little, but she choked it back. “Thanks, Archie.” She smiled. “Hey, why don’t you text your dad and tell him to pick you up a little later so I can take you for ice cream?” Archie suggested. “Really?” Y/N grinned, and Archie nodded. “To celebrate you coming out,” Archie smiled. They both stood up and headed for the door, but before they left Archie turned her around. “Hey,” he got her attention. “I’m really proud of you.” Y/N hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. She was smiling. Archie grinned. His therapy worked.

[xaracherryx]

Butterfly (Part 2)

Archie Hopper x teen!reader

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING for self harm

Note: I have no idea why but tumblr was limiting how long my fic was so I just split it in half. Hope you guys like part 2 :)

Y/N sat on the edge of the hospital bed as Dr. Whale cleaned her cut. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to whimper as he brushed over it with a warm washcloth. The cut wasn’t that deep but it still stung.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know it hurts, you don’t have to hide it.” The tone in his voice was gentle. It calmed her a bit. “I’m not going to ask you any questions, Dr. Hopper will be here any minute and he’ll handle that. But Y/N, not that I’m condoning this or anything, you need to be more careful. Any deeper and you could’ve been seriously hurt, and I take it you never cleaned out the rest of these cuts which is dangerous,” he said, gesturing to the cluster of marks on her thighs.

“Usually they’re smaller, my hand slipped,” she mumbled, looking up to see Archie through the glass wall and door. The sting of anxious nausea hit her stomach and she flinched away from Dr. Whale’s hand on her leg. He took the hint and put away the washcloth.

“I’m going to go get him, okay?”

Y/N nodded. Her heart started beating faster as Archie walked in the door. She wanted to get up and run away but she couldn’t run from him now. Her eyes started to fill up with tears, she couldn’t look at him as he sat down on a chair next to the hospital bed. She instinctively covered up her leg with her arms.

“Y/N, can I see?”

She still didn’t look up at him. But she pulled up her skirt enough to show the newest cut as well as the old ones. Archie stood up and came closer so he could see. He brushed his fingertips over some of the old cuts, being careful not to touch the new one.

“Y/N—“

“Archie please don’t hate me,” Y/N whimpered. She tried to keep herself from crying but the tears started to spill over and her voice broke.

Archie fought back his own tears now. “Oh, Y/N, sweetheart,” his own voice broke as he wiped her tears away with his thumb. “I could never hate you. Come here.”

Y/N stood up and practically melted into Archie’s embrace. He just held her as she cried into his chest.

“Y/N, why did you do this to yourself?” Archie asked, letting her go so they both could sit down.

Y/N took a deep breath. “I don’t know how it started, really. But now when my emotions get overwhelming, mostly when I’m anxious, it’s like there’s this buildup that I have to release.”

“And the pain from cutting yourself is how you do it,” Archie finished. “What we need to work on doing is finding a healthier way to work through these urges.” Archie grabbed a pen out of his jacket pocket. He gestured towards her leg. “Here, may I?” Y/N nodded. He started to draw a little butterfly on her leg, in one of the few spaces left free of scars.

“What’s this for?” Y/N asked.

“I want you to keep this butterfly alive for as long as you can. It’ll probably get washed away in he shower, but as soon as you feel an urge again draw a butterfly on again instead. As a reminder that things will get better,” Archie put the pen away.

“What if the butterfly doesn’t work?” Y/N asked, looking up at him.

“Then you call me and we’ll work through it. I’m here for you, Y/N.” He took her hands. “One last thing. I want you to always be honest with me. I can’t help you if you keep this kind of stuff from me.”

The tears started to well up again. “I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpered, guilty. “I was scared, I thought you would be mad and I didn’t want to disappoint you but that’s what I ended up doing anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter—“

“Hey,” Archie wiped away her tears again. “I will never hate you, I won’t be mad, I’m on your side, okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Okay.”

Archie hugged her again. As soon as his arms wrapped around her she felt all of her built up emotions release, but instead of it being a rush it was more like a breath of fresh air.

“Now you keep that butterfly alive, Y/N. I believe in you.”

[xaracherryx]

Butterfly (Part 1)

Archie Hopper x teen!reader MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING for self harm Disclaimer: I am in no way trying to romanticize mental illness. I’ve struggled with self harm myself, and I’m just depicting my own experience with it. If you’re struggling with this too, please reach out. There’s always someone out there ready to help you. Also shoutout to my therapist for giving me the butterfly idea :) Y/N was hurting herself. She couldn’t really explain how it started, why she was doing it, but one day her emotions were overwhelming and when she hurt herself it felt like when you hold your breath for longer than you can manage and then exhale all of a sudden, like a rush out of your chest. And now it was that rush that she craved, like an itch she needed to scratch. She had started wearing longer pants to cover up the marks on her legs. But at school her uniform required her to wear skirts most of the time, and the marks were getting difficult to cover as they started to stretch lower down her thighs. Sitting on Archies couch, she pulled her skirt down slightly and rested her hands on her legs so it covered the scars. “So, Y/N, how was your week?” Archie asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Boring,” she answered. She wasn’t very good at covering up when she was down, and Archie knew it. “Are you playing any more gigs at Granny’s coming up?” He asked, trying to get her talking about something, anything. “Yeah, Thursday night, actually. Just playing happy hour and that’s it but it’s still something,” Y/N smiled. It wasn’t fake, she was really excited for the gig. “Oh, that’s exciting! I’m sure everyone will love it,” Archie grinned. “Now, how are you doing with that? I know you’ve been anxious in the past when it comes to gigs like this, are you feeling any better about it this time?” Y/N thought for a second. She knew if she was anxious, she could just cut and it would go away. But she didn’t want to tell him that, so she just smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m really excited actually.” “That’s great! I’m really proud of you.” Y/N’s chest hurt. She hated lying to him, she could practically see the look of disappointment on his face when he found out what she was doing to relieve her anxiety. For a moment she considered telling him. But she pushed the sting in her chest down, she would save it for later. ** Y/N was trapped in her thoughts again, this time in English class. She could feel the pang in her chest starting to grow, and her hands were starting to tremble in an attempt to push it back. She had to perform tomorrow, in front of all those people. She took a breath, feeling the blade in her pocket. She stood up and walked over to Mary Margaret’s desk. “Miss Blanchard, can I go to the bathroom?” she asked quietly. “Yeah, of course,” Mary Margaret responded, holding out a pass for her to take. “Thanks,” Y/N responded quickly, her hands shaking as she took the pass and left the room. Mary Margaret noticed. Trying to go quickly, she locked herself in the stall and pulled up her skirt. She grabbed the blade out of her sweater pocket and pressed it to her skin, watching as little drops of blood formed slowly. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door open and rushed to hide the blade, making a longer cut accidentally in the process. “Y/N?” Mary Margaret called. Y/N flushed the toilet to make it sound like she was just finishing up. “Miss Blanchard, what’s up?” she put on a fake smile. “You seemed a little anxious, I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay,” Mary Margaret looked down. “Y/N why is there blood on your leg?” Y/N’s heart sank. “Miss Blanchard I—“ “Did you do this to yourself?” The look on Mary Margaret’s face hurt. But she knew Archie’s was going to hurt worse. “You’re gonna call Archie, aren’t you,” she looked down. “Well I’m going to take you to see Dr. Whale so that cut doesn’t get infected. But he’ll probably call Archie.” Y/N's chest started to hurt as Mary Margaret walked her to her car. She couldn’t believe this was happening. To be continued..