#Archie: To Riverdale and Back Again

[sitcomyuri]

Archie: To Riverdale and Back Again (1990) dir. Dick Lowry

[kwebtv]

Archie: To Riverdale and Back Again - NBC - May 6, 1990

Comedy

Running Time: 100 minutes

Stars:

Christopher Rich as Archie Andrews

Lauren Holly as Betty Cooper

Karen Kopins as Veronica Lodge

Sam Whipple as Forsythe "Jughead" Jones

Gary Kroeger as Reggie Mantle

Jeff Hochendoner as Moose Mason

Debi Derryberry as Midge Mason

Mike Nussbaum as Pop Tate

Fran Ryan as Miss Grundy

David Doyle as Mr. Weatherbee

J. D. Hall as Coach Clayton

Cindy Ambuehl as Ethel Muggs (Big Ethel)

James Noble as Hiram Lodge

Billy Corben as Jordan "Jughead Junior" Jones

Aeryk Egan as Max Mason

Matt McCoy as Robert Miller

Christina Haag as Pam

Christian Hoff as Pop's Worker 1

Robert Munic as Chip

[thehallstara]

we've been catching up on riverdale this week and just. what a show

[davidwatchedthat]

7/11/24

ARCHIE: TO RIVERDALE AND BACK AGAIN, directed by Dick Lowry, 1990.

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Confession | Sweet Pea

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader, 2nd person pov

Warnings: mentions of fighting

Description: The night before the drug raid with Jughead and the other Serpents, Sweet Pea confronts his feelings for his best friend.

Trope: friends to lovers

A/N: The moment I saw this scene in 3x17, I knew I had to write a prequel to it.

- - -

You could tell something was off with Sweet Pea the moment he walked in the door. Normally so calm and composed, your best friend was fidgety and off. 

“Alright, something’s wrong,” you said, unable to finally take it anymore. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea maintained, not keeping eye contact. “Just forget about it.”

“Does this have anything to do with the Serpents now working under Sheriff Jones?”

“No.” 

“Does it have something to do with the Serpents?”

“N-No.”

If you didn’t know Sweet Pea like you did, you wouldn’t have been able to detect the barest hint of a stutter of uncertainty in his voice. “No more games, Sweet Pea,” you growled, upset at his caginess. “Either you tell me or I’m kicking you out.”

Sweet Pea let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. “It’s…a raid.”

“A raid? But I thought Tent City was raided a while ago.”

“No, it’s not that. Jughead has organized a raid to rid Riverdale of Fizzle Rocks and whatever else the Gargoyles are selling. That’s all I can tell you.”

“Are these orders from the Sheriff?”

“No. And you can’t say anything to him or anyone else.” Sweet Pea ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have even told you.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m glad you did. This seems to be weighing on you and I want to be able to help. What about this raid has you spooked?”

“We’re outnumbered. Sure, we’ll have Archie and some of the guys from El Royale, but we don’t really know exactly how many Gargoyles are out there. Or if they’re armed.” His eyes met yours and you could see the fear in them. “Hell, we don’t even know if we’re all going to make it out alive.”

“You will,” you reassured him, with more certainty than you felt. “You and the Serpents have done way more dangerous shit than this and made it out alive. This won’t be any different.” Without thinking, you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. There wasn’t much else you could do to comfort him, but it was the best you could do in the moment. 

Sweet Pea was still clinging to you when you started to pull away, an intense look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. The way he said your name tugged at your heartstrings and you looked up at him, transfixed. “Just in case I don’t make it back, I want you to know something.”

“Don’t talk like that, Sweet Pea. You can tell me after you get back.”

“No.” Sweet Pea shook his head. “It has to be tonight.”

“Then what is it?” You were utterly confused, but your racing heart told you that you knew deep down what he was going to say.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea.”

“No, I love you,” he said, desperation in his voice as he said your name again. “I have for a long time, I’ve just been too chicken-shit to say something.”

“Are you telling me this because you think something bad is going to happen to you tomorrow night?” You took a step back, looking at Sweet Pea in shock. “Tell me something, Sweet Pea: if this raid wasn’t happening tomorrow, would you have ever even told me this?”

His look away told you everything you needed to know. You felt like you’d been sucker-punched in the gut for the second time that night.

Sweet Pea started to say your name again but you cut him off with a glare. “I’m going to need you to do two things for me.”

“Anything - name it.”

“If you really feel this way about me, you’ll come back tomorrow and tell me this so I know it has nothing to do with this raid.”

Sweet Pea nodded. “And the second thing?”

“Leave.” You didn’t want to be so harsh on him, but you needed time to process everything that had just happened. 

You could barely look at him as he gathered his things, making a point to leave his flannel behind.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promised, giving you one last longing look as he shut the door behind him.

*~*~*~*

You fidgeted with the sleeves of Sweet Pea’s flannel that he’d left behind, trying to take comfort in his scent and its softness. With every second the clock ticked past eight, you couldn’t help worrying. Maybe something would happen to him tonight and you turning him down last night was your only chance to actually be with him - hell, you hadn’t even kissed him last night.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out.

You tried to do anything and everything to distract yourself, but you hit a point where your house was spotless and there wasn’t anything more to stress-clean. It was impossible to focus on any tv show or movie, your thoughts always leading back to Sweet Pea.

The knock at your door had you jumping, your heart starting to race as you ran for the door, yanking it open after confirming it was Sweet Pea. “You’re here,” you gasped, hurling yourself into his arms. “You came.”

“Of course I came,” he chuckled, more sure of himself than the last time you’d spoken.

“How did the raid go?” You asked, stepping out of his embrace and sucking in a breath when you saw the state of his face. “Oh my god, Sweet Pea - your eye!”

“Raid went okay, but I was hoping you could fix my eye?”

It was your turn to laugh as you took his hand and led him to the bathroom to fix him up. “Of course.”

The air was thick with a tension neither of you were ready to acknowledge as you got out your first aid kit and began patching him up. Although he tried not to show it, Sweet Pea winced as you cleaned his bruised and bloodied knuckles. 

It wasn’t long before he was all cleaned up and sitting on your couch, both of you giggling at the irony of Sweet Pea holding a bag of frozen peas to his face to help with the swelling on his newly-forming black eye.

“Here,” you said, still giggling as you reached over to adjust his ice pack. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got in a fight with some Gargoyles,” he sassed, groaning as he shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch.

“Is there…anything else I can do to help?” You asked, making sure the flirtatious lilt in your voice was evident.

Sweet Pea reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as his thumb ran over the back of your hand. “About last night…” he started, gazing into your eyes so you could see the truth held in them, “I meant every word I said. Yes, it might’ve been brought on by the fact that I was nervous about tonight’s raid, but it didn’t make it any less true. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sweet Pea,” you whispered, bracing a hand on his shoulder so you could straddle him. You took his face in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him for the first time.

Both of you were smiling when the kiss ended, Sweet Pea’s hands resting on your hips. “So,” he began, sliding his hands up underneath the flannel of his that you were still wearing, “when do I get to take you out?”

“Whenever you’d like,” you smirked, leaning in for another kiss.

[archiesinamerica]

riverdale thesis statement episodes, a tentative and incomplete list:

the midnight club

the great escape

the jughead paradox

archie the musical!

honorary mentions (lines not episodes)

nothing's lost forever. everything comes back. (to riverdale and back again)

i'm saying that there's a cycle to things. what happened then, what's happening now. (tales from the darkside)

it's a metaphor. a critique of america. it's saying that the enemy is us. we're the enemies. wholesome, conforming, homogenous america. (halloween ii)

if you're good you can suggest more than show. (stag)

we'll leave them here, i think. where they're forever juniors. forever seventeen. (goodbye, riverdale)

[bumblesimagines]

so… what are we?

i had a ring and everything.

i wish i could take it all back.

(post timeskip) Betty Cooper

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Sexual content

(Y/N) wanted to hate himself. 

He knew better than to answer Archie Andrew's call. He knew better than to take days off work at the local university to visit Riverdale. He knew better than letting Betty sit beside him in the booth at Pop's and speaking more than a few sentences to her. He knew better than to agree to drive her home. 

He made a promise to himself two birthdays back that he'd forgo anything and everything that reminded him of Elizabeth Cooper. It was for his own good, for the sake of himself and any stable future relationships.

She chose work over him, over every single aspect of her social life, and he simply couldn't stand to continue living like a toy forgotten in the attic. It was for the best, he convinced himself repeatedly throughout the following years, each time his friends forgot about 'she-who-will-not-be-named'.

But it was hard to say no to so much history, and he was a sucker for familiarity. 

He knew Betty well, probably knew her better than she knew herself. He knew what made her tick, what amused her, what made her coo and awe, what made her blush, what made her gasp and moan. It annoyed him how pleasantly surprised he'd been to discover little to nothing had changed about her in the two years since they last saw each other.

Betty's blunt nails dug into his skin from the hand firmly planted on his chest, her other hand tightly gripping the armrest his head was leaning on. She rocked back and forth on his lap feverishly, her movements growing clumsy whenever he squeezed her ass with a lift only to push her back down. Her wavy blonde hair swayed and bounced, draped over her shoulders and cascading down her back. She'd grown it out since he last saw her. 

His hand slipped to grip her thigh and squeeze it, briefly amused by the sight of her underwear hanging limply from her knee. He leaned forward, his hand lifting to palm the back of her hair and bringing her in for a kiss. She cupped his face, her palms lightly pressing into his jawline, and breathily moaned into the kiss.

She pressed her body as close as humanely possible to his, her bra scratching against his chest in the progress. Betty was beautiful when she unraveled. There was a frothy ring at the base of his length and his lap was already a mess, a mess that covered her inner thighs with evidence that they weren't fully done with each other yet.

He was almost twenty-eight; he was well-aquatinted with the half-truths others spewed to appear innocent while plotting otherwise, especially when it was Betty.

She claimed she wanted to see his old childhood again after the years since he was staying there for the time being, he drove her there. She asked to see the inside again to jog her memory, he opened the door for her and pointed out things still there from their teen years. She asked for a drink, he poured a cup of wine for her. 

Within a few minutes and some jogs down memory lane, her mouth was on his and his hand was slipping past the waistband of her underwear. It was a tale as old as time.

Betty squeezed around him and her toes curled, her head tilting back and chest stuttering with a deep inhale of air that was released in cut-off exhales afterward. She spasmed in his lap a moment after, her hips jerking and hands digging into the muscle of his shoulders while her high washed over her. Betty panted and slumped in his arms with tired kisses pressed to the nape of his neck. 

"So…" Betty tucked some locks behind her ear and tucked her head further into his neck. He leaned back into the armrest again, his arms loosely wrapped around her and eyes focused on the white ceiling. "What are we?"

"Exes, Betty. This was just.. a lapse of judgment." 

Her hands pushed against his chest when she lifted herself to look down at him, her brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Betty," He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We broke up, remember? Three years down the drain because you were more committed to being an agent than being an actual human being. I had a ring and everything. I was going to propose the night of our anniversary and you couldn't even show up for dinner!"

Betty's breath hitched in her throat and her pale green eyes flickered wildly between his. Her features softened. "You were going to propose?" She asked softly, the rising and falling of her chest quickening. "I didn't know. I.. I wish I could take it all back. If I'd known, I-"

"Nothing would've been different." He breathed soberly and reached back toward the side table beside the armrest to retrieve the box of tissues his mother often kept tucked inside. Betty grimaced. "You would've been married to your work instead of me." 

"Being an agent-"

"Almost got you killed." (Y/N) swallowed harshly and shook his head, averting his eyes to avoid looking at her saddened face. "It's in the past- we're in the past. I'm not doing this again, Betty. Not with you, not with anyone. I deserve better than that."

[edsheeranong]

sweet pea x fem oc

A/N- i've never written before and idk if anyone will even see this but pls be nice. i've also not really watched riverdale in many years so i'm trying to piece things together but it won't follow the plot very well.

-archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

"andrews," an unfamiliar voice called out. delilah hummed in response, not bothering to look who it was and instead continued piling notebooks out of her locker. "i hear your brother doesn't like you dating, he goes around and tells everyone not to go near you, 'or else'" the boy said.

"can i help you with something or...?" delilah said, closing her locker and looking at the boy.

"sweet pea," he extended his hand out to her. she readjusted the stack of book in her hands to shake his. "i've got a proposition for you," he stated.

"look, you wouldn't be the first boy to think he can get with me without my brother finding out," she started walking and followed her. "it never ends well."

"i think i can handle him," he stated. she turned to look at him and realized he had a point. he was incredibly tall and muscular. "but anyway that's not what i'm suggesting," he pulled her into an alcove. "i hate your brother, he thinks he's the shit and he keeps messing with southsiders."

"why are you telling me this?" she cut him off.

"i think we can help each other out," he said, resulting in a raised eyebrow from the girl. "you hate him for controlling you, i just hate him."

"okay, i don't hate my brother," she said.

"but you're fed up with him telling everyone not to go out with you?" he asked, and she sighed and murmured in agreement. "i'm suggesting a little revenge."

"why me?" she asked, he was getting annoyed at how she kept interrupting him.

"i'm probably the person your brother hates most, at least at this school. and i hate your brother so much, being with his sister would just kill him," he explained.

"'with' as in..." she said.

"dating," he clarified.

"let me get this straight, you want me to fake date you so you can get back at my brother for being a dick and i can get back at him for controlling my love life?"

"yep, pretty much," he shrugged.

"i'm still confused," she admitted. "if we're not actually together, you're not really getting back at him."

"if he believes we're together, then it's like i took something from him. he tries so hard to keep you away from guys, and his number one enemy being the one you defy him for. it'll make him go crazy."

"it'll make things worse, he's only gonna harass you more," delilah pointed out.

"once again, i can deal with him," he said. "just think about it," he walked away, leaving her to think.

she walked home alone and really thought about his proposal. she was fully on board with showing archie he couldn't control her, but she was scared of what he would do to sweet pea. it was all she thought about that entire night and she decided she just needed to sleep on it.

the entire next day she kept trying to find a time to talk to him but he was always with someone.

she was about to take it as a sign but as she was leaving school, she turned the corner and ran right into him. he grabbed her arm to stabilize her and raised his eyebrows at her.

"so?" he asked.

"i'm down," she told him. he smirked at her and they started walking. he led her to the back of the school where his bike was. he handed her his helmet and she hesitated before taking it.

"well it would be bad manners not to drive my girl home," he said, noticing her confused expression.

"okay hold up," she said as he mounted the bike. "i think we need to have a conversation about this."

"what is there to talk about?"

"uh, i don't know. how long are we gonna do this for?" she sat down on the ledge in front of him.

"until we decide we've had enough," he said.

"okay... how is this... gonna work?" she asked and he pondered for a moment.

"well, we should make sure archie sees us together, obviously. but we gotta keep this act up around other people too," he pulled his leg off his bike and stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her knees and spreading them so he could stand between them.

Sweet pea took the moment of silence to take a good look at her. he had seen her around school, of course, but it was always from a distance. her hair was usually messy, due to the loose curls in it.

but looking at her up close was different. her eyes were bright green and her skin was almost sickly pale. she had freckles littered about her face. she was a lot to take in.

it shocked him how different she looked from her twin brother. he had bright red hair and dark eyes but her hair was pitch black and piercing green eyes.

"okay," she managed to finally get out. "i have some rules though."

"rules?" he threw his head back. "i don't really do rules."

"we get it, you're a bad boy," she rolled her eyes at him. "and yes i have rules. number one, we keep my dad out of this. he's been through a lot recently and i don't want to stress him out more," she waited for a sign be understood and when he nodded his head she continued. "number two, nothing too physical. i've never had a boyfriend before and i don't want all my firsts to be wasted on a boy-"

"like me?" he cut her off. "a serpent? a southsider?"

"who isn't actually my boyfriend," she finished, clearly annoyed.

"fine, but nobodies going to believe we're dating if i can't kiss you," he pointed out.

"you can kiss me, but i'm not doing anything more," she told him. "number three, you can't tell anyone this isn't real. if it got back to archie, neither of us would live to see another day."

"my lips are sealed," he said. "now if that's all..." he picked her up by her waist and gently placed her on the ground. "i think it's time we set the plan in motion," he gestured toward his bike.

"sure, but archie won't be home," she said as he placed the helmet on her head and messed with the straps.

"where will he be?" he got back on his bike and patted the space behind him.

"him and veronica go to pops every friday after school," she explained, carefully climbing on the bike. he grabbed her arms and placed them around his torso.

"then i guess i know where we're going," he started his bike. "hold on tight."

[supercap2319]

50s Archie and Y/N go with girls to the Sadie Hawkins dance and secretly hookup in the janitors closet.

It was the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance at Riverdale High, and the gym was decked out in pastel streamers, glowing lanterns, and a glittery banner that read “Ladies’ Choice!” Music from the jukebox echoed through the halls, a lively mix of doo-wop and rock ‘n’ roll.

Archie Andrews—clad in his best blue blazer, red bow tie slightly askew—was all smiles as Betty led him by the hand. You, on the other hand, had been scooped up by Veronica herself, her red dress shimmering as much as the diamonds on her ears.

But there was something buzzing beneath the surface—something secret and thrilling.

Earlier that week, you and Archie had shared a late study session in the library. One accidental brush of the hand turned into two, and by the time the bell rang, a spark had flickered that neither of you could ignore. Since then, every glance was a coded message, every hallway passed a game of stolen looks.

Now, at the dance, Betty and Veronica had gone off to grab sodas, and the boys slipped away, “Just a quick breather,” Archie had claimed.

You followed him down a side hallway lined with lockers and old photos of school clubs. At the very end: the janitor’s closet. Archie shot you a look—half mischief, half fire—and you were both inside before your heart caught up with your feet.

The door shut with a soft click.

"You're trouble, Y/N," Archie whispered, his voice low and warm.

"And you like that," you murmured back.

The closet was small, dusty, and smelled faintly of lemon polish. But in that moment, it was its own world. Kisses were hungry, hands exploring in rushed, breathless movements, the thrill of being caught only adding fuel to the fire. Archie’s hair was tousled, his tie discarded on a mop handle, and your heart thudded wildly as he pressed you gently but firmly against the shelves.

"I've been waiting for this, Archie." You tell him. The stolen glances and secret messages between the two of you were driving you crazy.

Archie grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Me too, Y/N,” He whispered, his voice low and husky. He leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower but no less passionate. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as if trying to erase any space between them.

They could get in a lot of trouble for this. Not only was it frowned upon to be intimate at a school function, but it was unthinkable for two people of the same sex to hookup like this. Reports called it disgusting. Like an illness. Archie's expression turns serious, fingers tracing patterns on your side as if reminding himself of the risks. "I know... If we get caught, they'll call us sick. Sinners." He swallows hard, voice dropping to an almost fearful whisper "But right now, in this closet…”

Archie touched your face with the utmost of gentle touches. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips that were different from the ones from earlier. His thumb gently caresses your cheek as he holds your face in place with surprising tenderness, contrasting sharply with their earlier passionate kisses "For just these few stolen moments, I don't care what they call us. Because being with you like this? It feels right."

That warmed you from the inside. You knew that Archie was a stand-up guy, and you're glad that he's not denying you tonight. It was perfect. Archie's eyes search yours, seeking reassurance, understanding. He leans his forehead against yours, breaths mingling as he whispers "You're special, Y/N. And if loving you like this makes me a pervert in their eyes... then I'll wear that label with pride."

Minutes later, flushed and giggling, you emerged, straightening your clothes as you walked—separately—back into the gym like nothing had happened.

Betty handed Archie a soda. Veronica looped her arm through yours.

And as the music swelled into a slow song, Archie caught your eye from across the dance floor.

Only the two of you knew what had really made this dance unforgettable.

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: You return to Riverdale to find your best friend Jughead has joined a gang he said he never would. A certain member of said gang takes an interest in you in return

A/N: This was a draft from years ago. It's set when the Serpents join Riverdale high (a throwback) but also somehow their senior year....

This is very long, apologies.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You piled your books into your locker, the Monday dew still cascading the halls. Groggily going about your business but happy to be finally back in Riverdale High. You had moved back on Friday night with your family and had already seen most of your friends that same night. After moving around so much with both your parents in the army it was nice to finally replant your roots.

“Ah yn, how I have missed you standing there" Archie threw himself against the locker smiling.

“I missed you too Archiedoodles, do you think we can go see Jughead today?” Archie had decided to keep you away from Jughead for as long as possible, he didn't quite think you'd want to see who had become. 

“Emm I don't know, he's kinda busy lately” 

“Too busy for me...did you hear that?” It was like a scene from a film. The banging of the hallway doors and entered the Serpents, their new school. You and Archie looked to see the swarm before Archie could see who was leading them.

“Oh hey YN look at this locker door” he turned you against the lockers by the shoulders.

“Archie what the hell” you laughed pushing against him to turn and see Jughead striding past you 

“Juggy!” 

“Yn!?” You ran over to him, interrupting his new hard core image, giving him a giant hug. 

“What the hell are you doing back?” he smiled greatly shock still colouring him.

“Mom's done with the Army so she moved us back, dad still has a few more years but that's okay, I'm back! What are you doing here Arch said you moved schools?”

“School moved us”

“Us?” It was then you noticed the sward behind him and the leather jackets they wore. You took a step back, all of them eyeing you.

“Oh….umm” Archie joined your side, the group glaring at him harshly. 

“I thought you said you'd never jo-”

“-uh yn this isn't the place for this conversation” Jughead interrupted you.

“Well then make it the place Jughead” a chorus of oohs from behind him followed.

“Come on yn let's go, you must meet Veronica” Archie wrapped an arm around you breaking the stare off you and Jughead were having.

~

The day flowed on and you avoided Jughead as much as possible, until the final bell rang and he cornered you outside your car.

“Yn we need to talk”

“I'd love to talk to Jughead, let me know when you see him will you?” you opened the car door but he closed it again, almost catching your fingers in it. You sighed loudly at his action.

“Yn it is still same the Jughead-”

“Really?! I remember a Jughead who hated the Serpents and what they did to his dad and how they're basically the reason his family is in two! I remember a Jughead who promised he'd never get caught up in that world! Because you sir, are not him!” you jabbed your finger into his chest.

“Hey Jones you coming?” A tall serpent called from across the carpark.

“Just a second! Yn this shouldn't be a big deal, so I have a family now, it doesn't matter!”

“You have a family now?! What am I then?! And Archie and Betty?! We were your family, your friends….” you looked down at the ground and he looked desperately at you, the tall Serpent called him from the background again before beginning to stride over. 

“YN, I don't want to have this conversation in front of the Serpents, I have to keep a strong front for them” you rolled your eyes at him as Sweet Pea reached his side. You couldn't help but glare at him and he gave a small laugh. 

“Jones, who's the attack dog?”

“Listen here Snake Brain-” 

“YN, leave it!” Jughead cut across you earning another laugh from Sweet Pea, you began to seethe at your old best friends defence of his new family member. 

“Just call me when you feel like being yourself again” you breathed out the words until your lungs nearly emptied, moving to open the car again to be stopped by Sweet Peas voice 

“i think the snake skin is him Princess-”

“Don't you have some drugs to deal to children or something -” you cut across him this time.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow, smile now long gone. Jughead looked between the two of you

“I meant what I said, or is the leather jacket cutting off the blood flow to your ears”

“Listen I don't know you Princess but you're not exactly making a good impression-”

“I don't give a fuck what you think about me, you seem to care a lot about what I think about you though” more Serpents seemed to join around, panic began to rise in Jughead, his attempted to stop Sweet Pea but Sweet Peas voice came harsher.

“You're seriously misguided Princess” 

“And you're seriously what's wrong with Riverdale” you said through gritted teeth, receiving scoffs from the gathering Serpents but Sweet Pea stated unreadable eyes fixed on you. 

“Guys just relax, YN I'll call you later” Jughead reached for your arm but you moved took a step back.

“Don't bother”

~ 

For the remainder of the week you avoided Jughead and the rest of them, instead spending time with your friends you missed so much. Catching up with all the chaos that had gone down since you left 3 years ago, and there was a lot. It was nice to feel like a senior around your friends, how it should be. You were shocked that for the most part everyone was understanding of Jughead joining the Serpents, you couldn't really understand it. Jughead continued to try to text or call you until you had enough. You needed a break from it, leaving your phone turned off on your dresser before putting on your runners. 

You tried to process how you felt as you jogged through Riverdale, trying to remember your old route. You were zoned out of the world as your legs took you from a jog to run, the burn growing from your thighs down to your shins. You had been out for an hour or so now and by the third wrong turn you landed out of your subconsciousness and back to the world in front of you. Lost. How could you forget the town you grew up in. Suddenly you became very aware of the dark night that had closed around you. You looked around for anywhere still open, only a gruby bar was in your sights. They probably had a phone you thought, walking right past the fading sign of the Whyte Wyrm. 

Upon approach you noticed the large amount of motorbikes outside the door.  Then the amount of Serpents jackets and their owners flowing in and out of the bar. Shit you thought. You turned to leave back through the carpark you just walked through and instead crashed directly into an older Serpent and his pint of larger, sending it all over him. 

“What the fuck?!” He half yelped at the cold hitting his chest. You stuttered apologies as you moved to walk past him. Instead he caught your wrist with bone crushing force. Without realising what you were doing, you sent the heel of your hand straight up and into his nose, contorting it completely. He shouted before releasing you and you moved from his shadow, other Serpents witnessing the incident and gathering quickly. You begged your tired legs to bring you running back to the main road as some began to follow you shouting. 

Sweet Pea walked around the wall of the car park boarder and was immediately confused by the several Serpents beginning to run towards his direction. You didn't even take notice of him as you ran past, your leg then spasming, sending you my into the pavement. He didn't know where to look. You pulled yourself cursing behind the pillar of the entrance, resting your head again the cement of its support, preparing to get mangled by Serpents. 

“Sweet Pea!” An older woman shouted his name bringing his attention from you and your attention to him. 

“Ehh yes Penny?” 

“Did you see a girl, Y/C/H, this tall or so” the woman made a guestimate of your height with her hand. You held your breath as Sweet Pea fought every instinct to not look down at you. 

“Emm I did see someonel go over the hedges towards the back there, maybe thats her?” 

“Great, she just broke one of the Seniors noses, girls dead meat” shock painted Sweet Peas face and he tried not to laugh at the thought. The woman then gave a wave before running off with the others in the direction he sent them. He exhaled loudly, looking at where you once were sat, now empty. Sweet Pea looked quickly to find your shadow hobbling down the road you think you came down. He gave a small laugh, rolled his eyes and began to jog to catch up with you. 

Part 2

[celebtf]

Archie Andrews and FP Jones swap and become each other

My son's best friend

The night was cold and windy, the storm had moved over-seas and settled down in the small down Riverdale. The tree's gaught the wind and went back and fort, hitting the windows. The rain smacked on the roof very loud.

FP Jones sat alone in his couch this stormy night and watched some TV, some half shitty show that he really didn't pay attention to, he was just very bored since his son Jughead had left for the night to hang out with his best friend Archie. Jughead didn't really tell FP what they used to do, but Ofcourse FP was curious.

Tonight would just be one of those nights were FP stayed up, waiting on his son coming home, eat a late dinner and then go to sleep so he could rest for work tomorrow.

* Knock Knock * somebody knocked on the door to the trailer three times * Knock Knock Knock * again, Fine said FP to himself and turned the TV off and went over to the door.

On the other side of the door was a smal cup with a note. FP picked the note up first not wanting to touch the cup, you never know it could be something conected to a crime, then FP don't want to be a suspect or getting in jail for something.

" I gave you this cup because I heard what you said, take a piece of someone's belonging and drop it in the cup "

FP was not buying it, why would anybody wanting to help him? Was this some kind of joke? He put the note in his pocket and went back to his TV-show, he probably missed the good parts now.

" Hey dad, we are home, Archie followed me home from Pop's. I know, I'm late "

FP looked over at his Son and his best friend, he couldn't punished him for being late, he remember how he was back in the days.

" It's alright son, I'm happy you're home" FP smiled at his son and his best friend and started thinking back when he was younger and about his friends, how he wished he could go back in time and re-do everything again.

" Archie grabb the helmet and jacket, I will drive you home on my bike, it's late and it seems like it's about to start raining"

Archie grabbed the helmet, said goodbye to Jughead and sat behind FP on his bike, grabbing around FP's waist to hold on.

FP got home and it was dark in the house, he took a quick look it to Jugheads room, he was sleeping. FP walked back out to the living room/ Kitchen and put the two helmets down, that's when FP remembered the cup he had placed on the Kitchencounter. He looked and and decided to give it a try, what did he have to lose, probably nothing since it wouldn't work.

FP took the second helmet, he picked up a ginger color hair and drop the hair in to the cup, a small orange smoke came out, FP just did it, he drank the mix and first everything was normal, then he felt his beard fade away, and his stomach started to form a strong six pack, and his pecs and biceps started to muscle up. FP could feel his skin change, like the time went back, his dark circles disappered and he lost the cap and his hair grew out longer and ginger.

" Damn Jughead will love this new body of mine"

Hiii I'm back, I had my work and then my Appendix broke so I had to get rushed to the ER and have surgery. And I have been working on something for the bigger fans that and can... 🤫

[kwebtv]

Karen Kopins as Veronica Lodge, Christopher Rich as Archie Andrews, Lauren Holly as Betty Cooper, Sam Whipple as Forsythe "Jughead" Jones and Gary Kroeger as Reggie Mantle in "Archie: To Riverdale and Back Again"

[greatkateweathermachine]

favorite explanations for archie's unnamed california wife:

he's married to jughead and betty's just homophobic

he married his terrible fiance from to riverdale and back again (1990)

he did actually marry some random woman but he and reggie (also married to some rando) are brokeback mountain-ing their entire lives

his "wife" is a trans man but betty never met him after he transitioned

he's lavender married to cheryl

varchie divorce arc

tabitha came back and he got angel married to her

he's "married" to his poetry but every time he talked to betty he personified it as a woman and she got confused

it's ethel

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Can you do a Veronica lodge x Fem reader where y/n just found out she was Archie Andrews secret twin sister and she lives in cali with her mom so her mom and y/n go to meet Archie and then Veronica catches y/ns eye and y/n catches Veronica’s eye

"So, did you ever feel like you were missing something? You know, the twin connection thing?" Archie asked, staring across the table at you as he stirred his chocolate shake. Despite the fact that Pop's was packed tonight, nothing could distract him from studying your face. Despite being fraternal twins, he could see so much of himself in your features it was almost unnerving.

"I don't know. I mean, I get random pains every so often, so maybe that was you boxing this whole time? If so, we're going to have to revisit that," you joked. The nerves that had twisted your stomach in knots the entire trip from San Diego to Riverdale had disappeared practically the moment you and Archie met. Maybe it was the twin connection thing he mentioned, cause the two of you didn't have much in common in terms of hobbies.

You didn't catch what Archie said next, as an alluring figure sauntered through the entrance to the diner your newfound brother had insisted you visit. He noticed eventually that your eyes were no longer fixated on him and turned around to see what had distracted you so suddenly.

"Wow, we really are twins," he sighed in disbelief as he turned back around in the booth. "That is Veronica Lodge and believe it or not, I had almost the exact same reaction in the exact booth we're sitting in back in high school."

You finally managed to break your gaze away and bowed your head in disappointment.

"I just met you and we're already about to have our first fight."

"Relax" Archie chuckled, reaching for his milkshake again as you lifted your head. "She and I are old news. We can save the first fight for something bigger."

"In that case, care to introduce me?" You arched an eyebrow at him and then grinned as he started to slide himself out of the booth. A new rush of nerves hit your stomach as he crossed the diner to catch the brunette's attention and wave her over. This trip to Riverdale was already paying off, in more ways than one.

"Veronica, this is my twin sister, Y/N. There's quite a backstory there, as you can probably imagine. Y/N, this is-"

"Veronica Lodge," she interrupted your brother and outstretched her hand to shake yours. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Y/N is actually in town for a couple of days...I have some stuff to take care of tomorrow so she could probably use someone to show her around. Know anyone, Ronnie?"

You shot Archie a glance and made a mental note that subtlety was not one of his strong suits. Nevertheless, it paid off quickly and you couldn't knock him for that.

"I may know someone. Y/N, meet me here around 1 tomorrow for your official Riverdale tour."

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Vulnerable | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: It’s a routine neither of them want to be in, but she’s the only one he can trust to keep it a secret

Warnings: graphic depictions of parental abuse, blood/gore, unintentional victim blaming, some sexy things

A/N: I’m halfway through season 4 so there won’t be any spoilers beyond that - this takes place before Archie and Reggie destroy Mr. Mantle’s car in 4x2. I was looking for an imagine that follows this storyline but I didn’t find one on my cursory glance through the tags, so if this is something someone else has written about, just know that it wasn’t intended to be copied in any way, shape, or form. 

- - -

Tap-tap-tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

To anyone else, the noises at your window would have just been the wind knocking the oak branches against the second-floor pane, but to you, the sound was more than familiar. 

Morse code.

S. O. S.

Your stomach sank as you pulled the covers back and slipped on your fleece robe - sleeping in a cold room had its benefits, but this wasn’t one of them - before making your way to the window. Lifting the screenless window, you let in your best friend who immediately sought solace in your arms.

“What happened this time?” You whispered as Reggie buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

He let out a shaky breath, his body shuddering in a silent sob. “The usual,” he sniffled as he stepped back, revealing the already bruising black eye, “and then some.” He lifted his shirt and winced.

“Reggie,” you breathed, your heart aching for him. “Sit down - you know the drill.”

Reggie sat down on the ottoman at the end of your bed as you knelt down to pull the ever-growing first aid kit out from underneath. It wasn’t much, but you were able to keep it as stocked as possible with your earnings from Pop’s while also lifting a few things on your weekends as a candy striper at Riverdale General Hospital. 

You got to work cleaning up the cuts on his abdomen, trying hard not to hurt him any further. Reggie’s abs rippled when you pressed the bandage over them. “Sorry,” you murmured, the word taking on more than one meaning. Yes, you were sorry for hurting him, but you were also sorry that both of you were in this position time and time again; you knew this would always be the only time Reggie ever heard any form of apology for this.

“S’not your fault,” he replied, his usual response. A pause. “He was especially brutal tonight.”

“Any idea why?”

“No. You know he never says why. But he was drunker than usual. Broke a bottle over my ribs when I refused to get him another.”

You snapped the instant cold compress and pressed it against Reggie’s eye. “Fucking hell, Reg.”

“I know. I should’ve just gotten him another but I was feeling self-righteous. Look where that got me.” He laughed sardonically, shaking his head. 

“It’s not your fault.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, seeking comfort while also trying to comfort him. “Do you want to spend the night?” 

Reggie nodded. “Yes.”

It had been ages since he’d said yes, the last time being right at the end of summer. It was a night neither of you had been able to forget, but hadn’t spoken about since. 

You packed up the first aid kit, making a mental note of what you’d need to replenish that weekend, before turning to your best friend. “You remember where everything is?”

“Yeah, unless you’ve changed anything,” he joked, and you smiled before shaking your head.

“Nothing’s changed.” 

A few minutes later, Reggie was shirtless in your bed, both of you lying awkwardly side by side.

Hearing Reggie whisper your name in the dark brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Yes, Reg?”

“Will you, uh…” he trailed off and you could practically feel him blushing next to you.

“Of course,” you responded without hesitation, both of you shifting in bed so you could be Big Spoon. You tried to forget that this was how everything had started last time, especially since you could feel Reggie’s heartbeat underneath your fingertips. “I’m so sorry this keeps happening to you, Reggie.” You didn’t know what else to say. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” was his reply, his hand coming up to cover yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss your fingers.

Your mind raced as you tried to come up with solutions to his problem. “Have you tried fighting back? You’re so much bigger and stronger than he is and-” Reggie tensed up, making you pause.

“R-Remember back in freshman year when my mom ended up in the hospital after she fell down the stairs?”

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Well…she didn’t. Uh, fall down the stairs, I mean.” Reggie’s thumb brushed over the inside of your palm, a self-soothing tic. “I was high off the feeling of making the football team and I realized I could finally outdo my dad and so when he came home that night, I tried.” Reggie chuckled, a bitter, hollow sound. “The man is surprisingly limber when he’s drunk. I took a swing and he ducked and managed to tackle me to the ground, slammed my head into the floor and knocked me out - that’s how I got that concussion and couldn’t play for half the season - and then he went after my mom. I’ve just always let him hit me after that because I’d rather have him wail on me than on her.”

You held him a little tighter after that confession. “Why didn’t you tell me back then? I’ve been helping you since we were ten and I would’ve helped you then.”

“I know,” Reggie sighed. “I wanted to, but it was just so humiliating. But you were there for me for my concussion and you helped out so much when my mom was recovering in the hospital that I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were.”

“I’ll never stop worrying about you, Reg,” you confessed, tears pricking behind your eyes. “Not even once you leave Riverdale and go pro after college.”

It was then that Reggie brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed them. The air was thick with the unspoken sexual tension until Reggie broke the silence. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last summer.” It was the first time either of you had ever brought up what had happened between you two.

“Me, too.”

Reggie shifted so that the two of you were face to face, the moonlight emphasizing his facial features in a way that made you want to reach out and touch him - so you did. He let out a soft moan at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingertips trailed over his jawline. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” You paused, your eyes searching his. “I want this. I want you. Let me take care of you tonight, Reginald.” You pressed yourself flush against him, your hand sliding up his arm to grip the back of his neck. “Please,” you begged, hooking your leg over his hip and touching your forehead to his.

That was all Reggie needed, his hand pressing against your lower back to hold you in place as he pinned you underneath him and kissed you deeply. His knee spread your legs, his thigh brushing against your clothed pussy. “Reggie,” you whimpered, your hips bucking to recreate the sensation.

“Fuck,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail more down your neck. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say my name like that again.” His hands slipped up underneath your t-shirt and you moved to take it off so he could take a nipple into his mouth. 

“And I’ve been wanting your hands on my body again.”

Reggie moved further south, his thumbs hooking in your shorts to pull them down so he could settle between your legs. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further so he could have access to your wet pussy. 

*~*~*~*

You woke up the next morning with Reggie’s arms wrapped around you. It all felt like a dream but when you felt his naked body pressed against yours, you knew it wasn’t. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” you confessed, smiling and turning to look at him which resulted in a kiss.

“Me, too.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, shifting so you could get a good look at his wounds in broad daylight. 

“Better than I have in a long time.” Reggie repeated your words back to you, smiling wide. “Can I come back tonight?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome in my bed - as long as you promise not to see anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[zaceouiswriting]

The scumbag jock boyfriend

Characters: Reggie Mantle x Archie Andrews x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Riverdale

Warnings: Smutty, cheating

Sweat drips down my body as I wait. My patience quickly wears thin as I stand in the same place for over an hour. What is he doing? Did he forget again that we had a date? When I look at my phone, I see I have no reception.

Pissed off because most of my clothes are soaked with sweat, I huff. I angrily stuff the blanket back into the basket along with the food - I had prepared around dawn, which is definitely bad now. I couldn't hide my disappointment. With everything packed, I leave the clearing in the forest near the sweetwater river where we created our little romantic space when we were just kids in love.

I can't believe he completely stood me up this time. He usually arrives a little later since he always has a reminder on his phone. The only thing I can do is to go to his house. So I do exactly that, with my anger rising by the second.

As soon as I get to his house, I knock on the front door, but even after pounding several times, I don't hear any sound inside. I look around. In front of the garage, I could see Reggie's car but not his parents. Even more annoyed, I walk around, trying to find a way in. The front door did not open, so I go over to the windows, but they wouldn't open either, and even the garage door wouldn't move. I knock on the front door again. Involuntarily, my eyes fall on the keyhole. Suddenly, I realized something. I silently curse myself for my forgetfulness. I reach into my pocket and pull out the key Reggie gave me so I can enter whenever I want since his parents aren't home often.

It didn't take more than one step inside before I could hear a sound that couldn't be misinterpreted.

“That asshole!” I mutter angrily.

Following the sounds, I'm confronted with the bedroom door I've sneaked into hundreds of times when I couldn't sleep: a plain white door made of solid wood with a nameplate beneath a drawn football. Even now, it looks adorable. But the noise quickly takes me away from the beautiful memories that Reggie and I have built over the years of our relationship, which was initially secret and later public.

As I pull the door open, I could see Reggie and Archie, of all people, lie on the former's bed, their pants at their ankles, and Archie has his shirt behind his back, showing off his abs. Both have the other's thick, long cock in their hands.

To my annoyance, Reggie takes a moment too long to realize what a mess he's gotten himself into. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on, in particular, because I know that neither would ever give their ass up for the other or any guy. I quickly realized what it is really about.

When I look over at Reggie, he's already trying to hide with his blanket and even a pillow I usually use for sleeping. He must have seen the anger on my face and is rightly afraid of my reaction.

“Cut the shit, Reggie. We both know, maybe even all three of us know, what that is. What’s wrong with you?” I ask him rhetorically. “Just because I said ‘no’ to a threesome? Do you think this will change my mind?”

Like a fish out of water, Reggie opens his mouth without making a sound. His head is getting redder by the second, probably out of embarrassment. Meanwhile, Archie just sits next to Reggie, showing off his great body and magnificent big member, which is almost as large as Reggie's. He flexes his muscles, making it obvious that he's involved.

"Please, we can just forget about this and-"

Before he can say anything else, I interrupt him by saying, "Archie, go against the headboard, arms over your head."

He moves without question, his eyes glistening with growing lust. I pull my belt out of my pants, walk over to Archie, straddle him, and press his member against my dressed leg, making him moan involuntarily. I tie his hands tightly together. As I look into his eyes, I place my hand on his cheek and my thumb on his bottom lip. I can see his desire for a kiss, and I'm not willing to deny him this wish. I lean in and kiss him softly. But he obviously didn't want any loving touch because he pushed his tongue roughly into my mouth. It's clear that he just wants his desires to be fulfilled. It reminds me of who really is in charge, that he only allows me to take the lead and even sit on top of him. He is much more subtly dominant than Reggie ever was.

Finished kissing Archie, for the moment, I turn to Reggie again, whose cock is still rock hard, but his face is white as a ghost.

“Remember, this is what you’ve always wanted, babe,” I tell him with a big grin. "Now I'm going to drain Archie's balls until all his cum is inside me. All the while, I'll jerk you off a little and maybe give you a blowjob, but you're not allowed to cum!"

“But-“

"No buts!" I interrupt him angrily. "You went behind my back to get what you wanted, so I'm giving you what you wanted, just not how you wanted it."

I once more turn back to Archie and take off my tight shirt, making the lust in his eyes even greater. This will definitely be fun.

[Masterlist]