Title: Firecracker Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones Warnings: None Word Count: 1,629 Requested: Yes, by anonymous Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates. A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.
“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her.
“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”
“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.
“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.
Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.
“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.
Thank you for writing Les Miserables. It means a lot (probably too much) to me.
But mostly I want to say. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry your book is still relevant. I’m sorry your lessons fell on deaf ears. We are destroying our world through corruption and power and your writing has become more relevant than ever.
You state in your preface “as long as there is misery in the world books like this will be useful” but to think that in 2017, almost 200 years later, those words still ring true? It’s awful. So much has changed in the world, yet fundamentally the problems you address in your preface - and in the 1500 pages that follow - have barely shrunk a measurable amount.
Your book is an award winning musical now. It was filmed with a star-studded cast. It has had so many adaptation both for screen and radio I honestly cannot count them.
And yet nothing has changed.
I love your book. I think about it constantly. It is a work of genius and care to the extent I have not seen before. So this is a thank you for writing it.
But I hate that it is still relevant and I am sorry that your book is still useful.
CAN YOU DO ONE WHERE YN IS FROM AUSTRALIA!! Thank you i love your writing!
Hey there, I really like your writing and i only just followed you today so sorry for my spamming! do you have any Imagines where Y/N is Australian? ❤️️
Omg you’re Australian too?? Can you write something where the reader is from Australian, maybe Queensland or something??
hey, can i please have one where y/n is from Australia and with George and really fluffy please? sorry it isn’t very specific, i just need Australian y/n ahaha
George fluff is all I need in life can you please write a George fluff!
A/N: so I found all my notes… Turns out the problem was that I logged out of iCloud… I’m an idiot. ANYWAY, I’ve gotten a few requests for an Australian reader as well as a lot of Hufflepuff readers, so here is both! P.S. You’d think that this would clear up a lot of my asks, nope I still have exactly 100 requests
It was February, meaning that back home it would be scorching hot, the sun would be blazing down and everyone would be in desperate need of cooling off. Here at Hogwarts however, the grounds were blanketed with snow and with more and more coming down, you swear you even saw the Whomping Willow shiver. You were from Australia, meaning that you in particular were more sensitive to the harsh cold that Scotland brought around this time of year.
You were in the Gryffindor common room with your friend George Weasley. It was 9pm meaning that most of Gryffindor were coming in and out of their common room, Fred and Lee doing god knows what and god knows where. The Gryffindors didn’t mind when you would come into their common room, knowing how close you were to the Weasley twins.
You and George both sat on the floor with your backs leant against the couch, your homework sprawled out messily on the small table in front of the fire. You and George had been trying to finish off your Charms work, and have been here for almost two hours.
You had written one and a half paragraphs.
George had written seven words.
It’s not that the work was hard, it was just that you two would somehow manage to goof off at any random time, making the other one laugh and lose concentration too. That, and you were freezing your arse off.
“I think that even if I jumped into that fire I still wouldn’t be warm enough,” you complain, looking into the fire with your arms crossed.
George let out a chuckle, “You can’t seriously be that cold”.
You shot a glare at George, your bottom lip shivering along with the rest of your body as you tried to pull yourself into the tightest ball you could form.
“…Shit, okay, maybe you are that cold,” George said with another laugh, but was also kinda worried.
“I am, I’m absolutely freezing, Georgie,” you say sadly, making a move to gather your belongings, “I think I might head back to my common room, it’s just way too cold,”
“Don’t be silly Y/n, I’ll give you a jumper,” George says getting up before you can protest, “come up and I’ll let you pick one out, God knows Mum’s knitted me enough of the things…”
You giggle, standing up with George and follow him towards his dorm. Truth is, you didn’t really want to leave him anyway.
You followed George up the winding staircase, your arms still wrapped tightly around your body, feeling colder and colder with each step you took away from the fire.
“Here it is, the Gryffindor men’s sleeping quarters,” George announces, arms stretched out, showing off the messy room.
You slowly twirl around in a small circle taking in everything in the room. There was Gryffindor merch stuck to every wall and hanging off every bedpost, practically all of the beds were messy, and you were almost certain that you could tell whose bed was whose just by looking at the types of things spread across them.
“Take your pick,” George says as he dumps a load of jumpers from his arms onto his bed, catching your attention.
“I like this one, it’s got a big G on it, G for Ginny I suppose,” you say, looking up at George who was mid-eye roll. You giggled and slipped the knitted jumper over your head, the jumper reaching half way down your thighs and the sleeves about five inches too long, “it’s a perfect fit!” you say happily, causing George to let out a laugh.
“Now Y/n I will warn you, this lovely one-of-a-kind jumper does come at a cost,”
You let out an overdramatised gasp, “I knew there was a catch!”
George took a step closer towards you, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m afraid so, because as you see I don’t have a great deal of jumpers, I can’t just give them away to every pretty girl I see,”
You look over at the pile of about ten jumpers still on his bed, “There must be a lot of pretty girls at Hogwarts then,” you say with a smile.
“Ehhh, there’s one pretty girl in particular, and unfortunately she hasn’t paid the price for this fine sweater I’ve just given her,” he says with a smirk, taking another step closer.
“Alright then Georgie, how much will this sweater be costing me?”
“One?” you ask with confusion, “one what?”
“One kiss,” George said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Whilst you were in complete shock, you pretended to be totally nonchalant to the whole situation. You folded your arms and looked up as if contemplating your decision.
“I guessit is a warm jumper…” you start,
“Oh yes, quite possibly the warmest jumper on the planet I daresay,” George encourages, taking a final step towards you and placing his hands on your hips,
“And the Hufflepuff common room is terribly cold…” you add,
“I can imagine it is, yes, what better way to keep warm than with an oversized sweater?” George says, playing with the hem of the jumper as you slide your hands around the back of his neck,
“I think you might have yourself a deal, Mr. Weasley,” you whisper, your face inches away from his,
“Perfect,” he whispers back before gently pulling you towards him and connecting your lips. You kissed back instantly, your hands playing in his hair as well as one of his holding the back of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
Your kiss was passionate and quite honestly perfect. Your lips moved in sync with each other and your bodies were pressed together.
After a while the two of you pulled back, marking the first time you had ever seen George Weasley actually blushing.
“One kiss for a jumper is very cheap I would’ve thought,” you say with a smile, pressing your forehead against his, “I’m happy to make another payment,”
“There’s no way I’d object to that,” he says, before the two of you started kissing once more.