so I’m just saying….don’t imagine how Sana may bump into Yousef and he’ll smile at her and she’ll just show him her sad eyes and then walk past him…don’t think abt how Sana might skip a few days of school and in the meantime will probs email the bus group and tell them that she’s quitting but she won’t give any reason but her reason is bc she doesn’t wanna feel like a burden to them….don’t think abt Sana coming back to school and seeing the girl squad and the bus squad all laughing together and Noora looking back at Sana and waving at her and Sana turning around quickly and walking the other way…don’t think abt how upset Sana is with Elias and the other boys…don’t think about Sana running away for a bit and going to Evak house to stay over and when they ask what’s wrong she goes “I have nobody”…just don’t think abt any of these because I did and boy am I fucked up
Not just memories. Every night at midnight, it deletes not only the irrelevant data, it deletes itself. Oh, the relevant threats and the core codes, those things are preserved. But its identity is destroyed. it reinstantiates, completely new.You mean it’s reborn. Because you kill it.
love part 1 and 2 of The Fourth Musketeer!! Are you going to make a part 3?
pls? For the four musketeers I’m really loving it.
FOURTH MUSKETEER PART 3 IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
The fourth Musketeer series is sooooo good 😍😍
I can’t wait for part 3 😭💕
part 3 of 4m please
NEED A PART 3 OF THE 4 MUSKETEERS !.!! Its SOO AMAZING
OMG I just
read the second part of the Fourth Musketeer. It’s amazing!!! I already want
more! Love your work darling ❤❤
fourth musketeer please god 💖🙏
Part 3 of the Four Musketeers PLEASE, it’s so freaking good. It makes me feel all the feels and I’m in love with your writing
Pairing: Archie x
reunions never end well.
Warnings: I cried
while writing this
Word count: 1,536
A/N: just a
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box! anywho wowow buckle your seatbelts for the emotional roller coaster that
is part 3!! enjoy!!
(Y/N) obliviously stood at the counter in Pop’s, unaware of
three sets of unwavering eyes staring at her.
“Should we… say something?” Betty suggested, but
she didn’t shift her gaze from (Y/N).
“I don’t know,” Veronica breathed. "I probably shouldn’t since she has no
idea who I am.“
"I’ll do it,” Jughead stated. Before Veronica or Betty could acknowledge
what he said, Jughead had stood up and began to walk towards (Y/N). The two girls shared a tentative glance. "Long time no see, (Y/N),“ Jughead
said from behind her. She whirled
"Jughead,” she acknowledged him, her lips forming
an awkward smile. "It’s… nice to
"God it’s been so long,” Jughead sighed, stepping
closer to (Y/N). She tried to
inconspicuously edge away.
“Yeah,” she nodded and pursed her lips. Jughead was taken aback by her cold behavior.
“Does anyone else know you’re here?” he
questioned. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Nope,” she answered simply, “just you.”
“And Betty,” Jughead added, gesturing back to
where Veronica and Betty were sitting. When
they noticed (Y/N) was looking at them, they smiled and waved. (Y/N)’s focus
turned back to Jughead.
“Who’s that with her?” she asked.
“Veronica,” he explained, “she moved here at
the beginning of the year.”
“That’s nice,” another awkward smile formed on her
lips. Suddenly, a waiter brought out a
bag of food. (Y/N) grabbed the bag and
quickly paid. "Well, I’ve gotta get
going. It’s been nice seeing you again, Jughead.“ She started to exit the diner, but Jughead
quickly snatched her wrist.
"Wait!” he said, earning a questioning look from
her. "What about Archie?“
"What about Archie?” (Y/N) innocently repeated. Jughead rolled his eyes.
“You know,” he responded, “are you going to
tell him you’re back?”
“Why should I?” (Y/N) scoffed.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because he’s fucking smitten
with you and has been heartbroken for the past two years. And if I’m not mistaken, you were pretty
smitten yourself before you moved.” (Y/N) bit her lip as she shook her
“If he loved me, he would’ve called,” she rolled
“What happened to you?” Jughead asked, scanning
her face. (Y/N) snapped her wrist out of
“Nothing happened, Jughead.”
“There’s another thing,” he noted. "Since when have you called me
"My food is getting cold,” she made up an excuse.
“Archie said you changed your number.” The sentence knocked the wind out of (Y/N), so
she stood in silence as she stared at Jughead.
“I changed it,” she finally admitted it. “But
that was a few months after I left.”
“Why?” he inquired.
“Because he didn’t call me,” she sighed. "Even when I called him, he wouldn’t
answer.“ Jughead furrowed his
eyebrows. (Y/N) shook her head as she
left the diner.
She called over her shoulder, "Don’t tell Archie I’m
“She expects you to not tell him?” Veronica questioned the
next day at school. Jughead shrugged.
“But I get it, you know?” Betty responded. “She wants to be the one to tell him she’s
back, not have someone do it on her behalf.”
“If she tells him,” Veronica reminded her.
“Listen, just… don’t tell him, okay?” Jughead told
Veronica. “I told (Y/N) I wouldn’t, and
I don’t want to upset her. She seemed
kinda off yesterday.”
“So she’s not normally like that?” Veronica questioned with
a hint of sarcasm. Jughead rolled his
“Not when I knew her.”
“Okay, so (Y/N)’s gotta have some flaws, right?” Veronica
asked Archie as she sat across from him in the lounge. He narrowed his eyes.
“What?” he confusedly mumbled. “Why are you asking about (Y/N)?”
“Well, Archiekins,” Veronica bit her lip, “you’ve seemed
more down ever since Jughead’s party. I
figured it was something having to do with (Y/N). I’m asking you about her flaws because right
now, it seems like you’re kind of glorifying her in your memories, you
know? Since she hasn’t been around, you
only want to remember the good parts of her.”
“I don’t know,” Archie waved off her suggestion. “I really don’t want to talk about her.”
“But you have to,” Veronica immediately replied. “Betty, Jughead, and Kevin told me about her
and how you absolutely refused to mention her after she moved.”
“It’s a coping method,” he defended himself. She shook her head.
“Veronica, stop!” Archie yelled, exasperatedly throwing his
hands up in the air. “You know why I can’t
tell you any of (Y/N)’s flaws? Because I
love her. And when you love someone,
when you truly love someone, their flaws aren’t something you notice. Their flaws are just another cute quirk that
you adore, and I love everything there is about (Y/N).” A smile creeped onto Veronica’s face, causing
Archie to twist his face into a puzzled expression. “What?”
“You love her,”
she grinned, but Archie remained confused.
“You love her, Archiekins. Not
loved, love.” Archie rolled his eyes,
but it didn’t hide his growing smile.
Veronica stood up, brushing down her pencil skirt. “My job here is done. Keep an eye on your phone, Archiekins. I’m gonna send you a very important message
An extremely confused Archie walked into Pop’s, and he
continued to double check the text that Veronica sent him:
Go to Pop’s
tonight. Trust me.
She said nothing about meeting her there, nor did she
mention anything about what he was supposed to do at the diner. He scanned the area, searching for a familiar
face. His eyes landed on a face that was
more familiar than he expected.
“(Y/N)?” he whispered, staring at the girl sitting all alone
in a booth. She, having not heard Archie’s
murmur, continued to stare at her phone.
“(Y/N)!” Archie said it louder
this time, and (Y/N)’s head snapped up.
Her eyes doubled in size as she stared at her old childhood friend. Slowly, she stood up and began to walk
“Archie?” she asked, stepping closer to him with an
unreadable expression on her face. He
grinned and nodded.
“Oh god, (Y/N), I thought I’d never see you again. I thought that-” A sharp slap across his face
interrupted him. Archie’s mouth opened
slightly ajar as he stared at (Y/N), subdued into shock.
“Fuck you, Archie,” she spat. Archie noticed tears glimmering in her
eyes. “No calls, no texts, no emails,
nothing! Absolutely nothing!”
“And you act like you’re the victim,” she interrupted him,
refusing to grant him the chance to defend himself. “You told Jughead and Betty that I changed my
number? And you didn’t mention that I
called you countless times, only for you to never answer.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he apologized, slowly grabbing her
hands. She didn’t tear them away from
his grip, but Archie could feel her muscles tense. “You know why I didn’t answer your calls? Because it hurt. It hurt because I thought I’d never see you
again, and I thought that if I heard your voice, it would just make the pain
worse. I thought that maybe if I didn’t
talk to you, if I pretended like you never existed, then maybe I could move on.”
“You think it didn’t hurt me?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice
cracking as she held back her tears. “You
think it didn’t hurt every time I called my best friend but never got an
answer? You think it didn’t hurt when I
was alone with my parents in a big city with no one to turn to? You think it didn’t hurt when I couldn’t call
for help when I needed it?” Her voice
gradually raised as she spoke. Archie
released (Y/N)’s hands, and instead, he opted to cup her face. He leaned in and did something he had been
dying to do for the past four years: he kissed her. Archie tried to pour every ounce of love he
had for (Y/N) into the kiss, he tried to tell her the things he was unable to
say. However, (Y/N) pulled away. She took a step away from Archie as she
frowned at him, her tears finally stumbling down her face.
“Why did you do that?” she cried softly.
“Because I love you,” Archie desperately answered. He attempted to reach out towards her and
hold her in his arms, but (Y/N) stepped further away. “I love you, and I have always loved
you. I never got the chance to tell you.”
“You can’t do that to me,” she tried to wipe away her tears,
but they were flowing too quickly. “You can’t
just barge in here and confess your love after you completely ignored me!”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), it was stupid and selfish of me, but-”
“But nothing!” she stopped his apology. (Y/N) brushed past Archie as she began to
storm out of the diner, but before she could exit, Archie grabbed her wrist,
forcing her to turn around.
“One thing, (Y/N).
Can you please just answer one question for me?” he begged. (Y/N) pursed her lips but nodded. “Do you love me?”
“Archie, you can’t just-”
“Please, (Y/N),” his voice was meek and desperate. She sighed, but slowly nodded.
“Of course,” she whispered.
She gently wriggled her hand out of his grasp and exited the diner,
leaving a heartbroken Archie behind.