(Archie Andrews x Reader): You’re such a cliche
Summary: Archie and Reader (a cheerleader) develop feels and eventually a relationship, the only problem is that the reader doesn’t want it to get out.
A/N: (apologies for spelling and grammar) This is a different style from what I normally do so I hope you enjoy it :)
It had all started after an away football game. (Y/N) had been sitting at the front of the bus like she usually did (she claimed she got carsick; she was really just trying to avoid most of the other cheerleaders so she could read in peace) and Archie sat down next to her.
“Is this seat taken?” Archie asked, causing (Y/N) to look up from her book.
“I guess not,” You mumbled, a little annoyed to be distracted since you were just getting wrapped up in the story.
“Sorry, there’s no other seats, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you, you seem pretty pulled into that book.” He explains, looking a bit nervous.
You take pity on him, “That’s okay, I just usually sit up here to take a break from the girls, I love them but sometimes they’re a little too much.” You admit.
Archie nods, “I totally get that, I have the same thing with a lot of the guys on the team, that’s why it helps to have good friends who aren’t only thinking about football.”
You shrug, not wanting to admit that you don’t really have any good friends, just the other cheerleaders.
“So what are you reading?” Archie asked.
And that’s how it all started. The two spent the whole ride back to Riverdale talking about everything from books to music to politics.
After that the two found each other more and more often, they started partnering up in the classes they shared and Archie made it a habit to always sit next to (Y/N) on the bus to and from away games. Any time anyone asked if they were dating they would both scoff and reject the idea, both convinced that the other one didn’t feel the same way.
You were at a party, you hated parties, the music was always too loud, it was too hot, and everyone around you was too drunk. Cheryl was hanging on to you, her arm around your shoulders, “Isn’t she so tacky?” She asked you, her words slurring together.
“Who?” You asked dumbly, realizing you’d zoned out of the conversation.
“Veronica, of course” Cheryl sighed, “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Anyway, I think she’s probably had work done, I mean…”
You nodded along as Cheryl droned on, not noticing Archie standing nearby watching you.
Eventually you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and carefully pried Cheryl’s arm off of you. When you got up to the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, wondering how you’d gotten yourself in this situation. After washing your face quickly you opened the door only to stumble into Archie.
“Oh, hey!” You say cheerfully, putting on the facade you’d perfected in recent years.
“Why do you act that way when you’re around the other cheerleaders?” He asked bluntly.
“What way?” You asked, playing dumb, even though you knew exactly what he was getting at.
“It’s like you’re a completely different person when you’re with me, I don’t get it.” He tells you.
“It’s just easier.” You respond, defensively crossing your arms over your chest, “It makes it easier to fit in.”
Archie sighed, “Yeah, you’re a cheerleader, but you’re also so much more than that. Don’t let people like Cheryl dumb you down.”
“I appreciate that Archie, I really do, but if I was myself around these people…I’d probably get kicked off the team.” You reply, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” You add before slipping past him and making your way back to your post next to Cheryl.
The next weekend was an away game. It was a brutal loss and Archie was unusually quiet on the bus ride home because of it.
“Hey, you played great tonight, you know that right?” You said softly.
“Thanks, (Y/N), but I still feel bad, I could have played better,” Archie replied.
“Hey, I’m sure next weekend will be better,” You say as you gently and hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his own. Your brain tells you not to, that this is a bad idea and you’re slowly becoming everything you hate but another party of you can’t bear that you’re not touching him more.
“(Y/N)…” Archie mutters softly, looking down at your hands and then back up at your face.
“Is this okay?” You ask quietly.
“Yes,” He replies quickly.
You smile softly as you turn to look straight ahead again.
They held hands the rest of the ride, neither one wanted to be the first one to let go. Once they got back to school and everyone started getting off (Y/N) quickly snatched her hand away before anyone could notice it.
“Can I walk you home?” Archie asked, surprising you. The two of you never spent time together outside of school and stuff for football, especially not alone.
You smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
As they walked Archie reached for your hand again.
“So what are we?” Archie asked as you walked up to your porch.
“I don’t know,” You replied, turning to face him, “I’m turning into everything I used to make fun of, but I don’t hate it.”
“Well, do you want to date?” Archie asked.
“I think so,” You admitted, “Do you?”
“Of course, ever since I first sat next to you on the bus I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out.” He replied, blushing slightly.
“Then you should pick me up tomorrow night at seven,” You reply as you unlocked your door.
Their first date was at Pops, they were having a good time, talking about their families and how dysfunctional they are when some cheerleaders walked in and made their way over to where they were sitting.
“Oh my god! Are you guys on a date?” One of them asked excitedly.
“No,” You quickly replied, “We’re just hanging out,” You lied quickly and believably.
“Oh, sorry,” She replied awkwardly, “Well…we’ll leave you to it…” She said before the group walked away.
“Sorry about that,” You said, turning to Archie, “They’re just…”
“Why did you say we weren’t on a date?” He asked.
“They-There are these really dumb stereotypes, you know, the whole cheerleader and the football player cliche? I just, I can’t become that.”
“But isn’t that what we are?”
“No! We’re more than that, we’re more complex, but that’s how those girls will see us, and I just can’t-”
“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”
“I-yes.” You admit, “But we’re some fantasy straight out of the 1969s.”
“Why is that so bad? What we have is real, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” You reply again, “Archie, I want to be with you, but if we are, we can’t tell anyone, at least not the football team and cheerleading squad.”
“Are you ashamed at the thought of being with me?”
“No, I just wanted what we have to be just between us, it’s too special to taint with everyone else.”
And for two months they did just that, they went on dates, spent time together, did everything that couples do, the only difference was that they didn’t tell anyone one at school, or act in any slightly romantic way when they were around other kids.
Archie had a hard time keeping it from his close friends. Betty, Veronica, Kevin-and even Jughead-sometimes tried to set him up with people, but he just kept avoiding their ideas, claiming that he was too busy with music and football and work to have a girlfriend. None of them really bought it (I mean, it hadn’t stopped him before when he was with Grundy or Valerie) but they had a hard time figuring out why Archie would be so adamant about it. Kevin was the one who first brought up the fact that he was hiding a secret girlfriend but everyone else thought that was highly unlikely, they’d never seen him act more than friendly with anyone, and none of the girls he hung out with stood out more than others.
But, like all secrets, the truth came out eventually.
You and Archie were at Pops one Friday night, enjoying your tradition of splitting a hot fudge malt and a basket of fries when the ice queen herself, Cheryl, walked in.
“Well, well, well, what are you two doing here? Out on a date?” She asks as she saunters over.
“Cheryl, for the last time, we’re not dating, we’re just hanging out.” You reply with an eyeroll as you glance over at her.
“Well, you two do an awful lot of hanging out for two people claiming to just be friends.” She comments, “Every weekend someone finds the two of you here, just the two of you,”
“Cheryl, everyone hangs out here all the time, what are you trying to say?”
“I’m just saying that if you’re not dating Archie, you should give someone else a ride on the ginger stallion.” She replies suggestively as she gives Archie a meaningful glance, “What do you say Archie?”
“I um-” He stalls, glancing at you nervously.
“Oh come on Cheryl, just because Archie doesn’t want to make out with you doesn’t mean he’s dating someone,” You cutting, starting to feel a bit defensive.
“Well, that didn’t stop him last time.”
“What?” You ask, feeling completely thrown for a loop.
“At my family’s maple syrup tapping,” Cheryl replies.
“Oh, that doesn’t matter, that was before we were dating,” You reply before realizing what you just said and claiming your hand over your mouth and glancing at Archie with wide eyes.
“Ha! I knew it!” She shouts triumphantly, “Jesus Christ, you guys made that way harder than it needed to be. I can’t wait to tell everybody, this is so exciting.”
“Great…” You mutter as she walks away, already typing on her phone (presumably texting the group chat the ‘good news’), “Shit,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face. From across the table Archie reaches over and grabs your hands away and holds them in his own.
“Hey,” He says softly, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure out how to deal with this, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You ask, giving him a loving smile, “I guess now that the cats out of the bag we should just embrace it, you know? I was getting kind of tired of hiding it anyway.”
“Good, because I’ve been wanting you to wear my letter jacket for ages now, and I think Monday would be a great opportunity for you to debut that look.”
“You’re such a cliche.”
“You know you love it”