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giingerstallion

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 @giingerstallion  || archie and chic

“Are you SURE you want to do this, Archie?“ And the older Cooper sibling looks down at Archie, they are on their own, in a little made-up shooting range he had made considering the favor he had been asked. To teach the other to shoot. To fight back. He had been taken back at first, but considering what their town had been through, what he had been through, maybe it was the right thing to teach him how to do things properly. “A gun is not a toy. And one you actually shoot someone, it changes you. Trust me.“ He knows it.

The army does that to one. He can barely sleep at nights, and he finds it difficult to be around loud noises. But he isn’t here for himself. His hand reaches for Archie’s and rest the gun there, closing the ginger’s fingers around the grip, demonstrating how to hold it properly. “And I won’t go easy on you, Archie.” Chic sighs one more time, blue eyes looking back as he looks around, always cautious they were truly alone. Riverdale had ears everywhere, even in the middle of nowhere. “And you don’t have to look into Hirem if you don’t feel comfortable. I would do it but---you know our history.” Lodges and Cooper’s were better kept separated at the time. 

“But if you are sure, we will make sure things go as smoothly as possible.”

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Nobody came around this part of the school at this hour. Most people were in class. Cheryl had always taken it upon herself  to begin enjoying the alone time tucked away in the corner of Riverdale high, in one of the unused classrooms. Usually used by music students like Josie or Archie these days, the classrooms proved to be a good spot to hide away when things got frustrating or too much - and lately, everything was too much.

So she sat on the desk with her legs crossed, heels against a chair. Her eyes were distant and floating with sorrow and irritation. One hand had been out stretched before her, the bag of feathers she’d brought with her poured on the table. Her gentle fingers brushed over the soft white. And with a flick of her mental wrist, effortlessly she allowed each feather to raise into the air, floating around her. This was her soothing magic. Watching the feathers float on invisible winds was one of the very few things that now helped calm her nerves.

Since she figured everyone who came here to be in class, she hadn’t been paying much mind if any to the sounds from the hallway. Focusing fully and entirely on the floating of her feathers. Only becoming interrupted when the door creaked open.

Her eyes snapped towards it, wide and instantly defensive as she regarded Archie Andrews standing directly in the middle of the doorway, looking himself like a deer caught in the headlights. The feathers faltered around her, and fell.

“Archie - I can - I can explain.”

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plotted starter for @giingerstallion

elizabeth cooper, get down here right now!

the words were nothing new, familiar after sixteen years of growing up in the cooper household. still, they managed to get betty’s heart racing as well as her mind, wondering what she had done to incur her mother’s wrath. this is exactly what she was trying to avoid by being the perfect girl next door, desperate for approval no matter what the personal cost may be to her or her mental health. despite her wracking her brain for some misdeed she came up empty, swallowing hard as she pushed herself up from her desk where she had been reading ahead to prepare for classes the next day.

‘i’m coming, mom!’ she called out, tightening her ponytail on the way down the stairs. a nervous habit that she didn’t even realize she was doing half of the time. eyebrows pulled together as she saw her mother kneeling on the couch, her head turned out the window before she whipped it around to study her daughter. betty was almost about to ask where the binoculars were (half joke, half serious as she was positive she had seen her mother peering out of them before) until she saw the look on her face. one that was a mix of confusion, fury, and something else that she couldn’t quite place.

‘why is archie coming home with blood on his shirt and a black eye?’ her own gaze was piercing, as if the two best friends held a secret between them -- a reasonable explanation. not that betty could even come up with one if her life depended on it.

‘honestly mom? i have no idea. but i’m going to go find out, make sure he’s alright.’ for once she wasn’t stopped by her mother, ranting about how he was a bad influence and if she knew what was good she would stay away from him. all of that had stopped abruptly after his mother had died, even alice cooper not finding it in herself to be heartless enough to continue with her warnings. for a while betty had spent nights in his room, holding him until he fell asleep and making it obvious that she was there for him. no matter what. that had all changed recently, however, leaving her lost and confused when it came to archie. someone she was hesitant to call her best friend at this point since it felt like all they had been doing lately was drifting apart.

something she was determined to fix now, tugging on her shoes that lay by the front door. betty was halfway across the street before it had even closed behind her, lips pressed together tightly in a mix of concern and determination. she knocked once on the andrews’ front door until she reached down and realized it was open, wasting no time in letting herself in, another habit from a time that seemed so long ago.

‘hi mr. andrews!’ she greeted him quickly, the words a blur as she hurried up the stairs. it was a reminder that betty should bring over dinner again soon, caring almost as much for the older man as she did for his son. but she pushed that to the back of her mind, archie her main concern as she made her way to his bedroom without announcing her presence.

‘my mom just told me--’ she had no idea where she was going with the statement, words dying on her lips as he turned and she took in his appearance. it was exactly like her mother had said, the amount of blood alarming her even before she noticed the gashes and bruises that colored his body. her mouth dropped open, one hand coming up to cover it as she froze in place.

‘archie, what...what happened?’

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“They were right when they said you had an obnoxious superhero vibe.”

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@giingerstallion started following you.

Betty smiled and folded her hands in front of her, tugging at the sleeves of her sweater as she approached the redheaded male. She had been bored as of late, and was looking for SOMETHING to do. However, on top of that, she was also a tad more anxious than usual. Her mother, as per usual, had once again forbidden her from spending time with Archie, but when did she EVER listen to that?

“Archie,” she called out, bounding up to his locker with a wide grin on her glossed lips. “I’m in desperate need of a distraction. Are you in?” She folded her hands beneath her chin and gave him her best PRETTY PLEASE face. It was cold, but a milkshake at Pop’s was the best remedy for any emotional ailment. “I need to vent, and I KNOW you’ve been stressed.” He had that crease between his eyebrows that nested there when he was thinking too hard. “Please?”