you please do a part five of the four musketeers?! I’m so hooked! I need more!
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writing is AMAZING!!💘oh and no rush but part 5 of Fourth Musketeer
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part five of the four musketeers coming out soon? it’s really amazing!
Pairing: Archie x
Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court
Word count: 1,309
A/N: wowowow that
was a long wait, sorry guys! here’s the
final part, enjoy!
On a quaint Thursday night, the Andrews sat in their dining
room, enjoying the pepperoni pizza they ordered. Their quiet dinner was disturbed by a soft
knock on the door. Fred Andrews was the
first to stand, so he opened the door to reveal a disheveled eight year old.
“(Y/N)?” he questioned, opening the door wider. She looked up at him with sad, wide eyes.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrews,” she apologized, “but
my parents are yelling a lot again, and you said that if it ever got a bit too
“That you are welcome here,” Fred finished, a comforting
smile on his face. “Of course you can
come in, (Y/N). Hell, stay the night if
you need to.”
“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” (Y/N) whispered her gratitude as
she stepped inside. She wasn’t acting
shy because she was uncomfortable around Archie’s parents; it was because she
thought she was intruding.
“Archie, look who’s joining us for dinner!” Fred called
out. Immediately, a loud thump echoed
through the Andrews household as Archie leapt off his chair. He sprinted towards the doorway, where he
knew (Y/N) was standing.
“(Y/N)!” Archie exclaimed, excitedly jumping. All of (Y/N)’s tentativeness suddenly
vanished as she laid eyes on her best friend.
“You’re just in time! The pizza
is still warm!”
“Of course!” The two children
feverishly ran into the kitchen. Mrs.
Andrews warmly welcomed (Y/N) and assisted her in grabbing two slices of
pizza. When both Archie and (Y/N) were
occupied in conversation, Mary stepped out into the hallway with Fred.
“Not that I don’t love that girl,” she whispered to her
husband, “but she’s here a lot. Too
much, considering the circumstances.”
“I know, I know,” Fred sighed, pressing his fingers against
his temple. “But we can’t do
anything. You know we can’t talk to her
parents, that’ll make it worse.”
“But maybe if they just got some counseling-”
“Have you met her parents?” he interrupted her. “They’re both too headstrong to ever listen
to each other, even with a licensed therapist present. The only thing we can do is help (Y/N) wait
out the storm. Hopefully it’ll be over
“It feels like this has been going on for my whole life,”
(Y/N) explained to Kevin as she stabbed at her salad. “I mean, my parents have been fighting for as
long as I can remember. Honestly, I’m
surprised it took them this long to file for a divorce.” Kevin shifted in his chair.
“This is so dramatic,” he commented, slightly leaning
forward in interest. “I know Jughead has
already written a novel about yours and Archie’s tragic romance, but he
seriously needs to write a sequel.” (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
“Well everything’s at a standstill right now,” she
shrugged. “All we can do is wait.”
“For the court case to be over?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded.
“I gave my statement, so now my mom and dad battle it out in court to
decide who gets custody.”
“Basically, they’re deciding where you’re gonna live and how
your life is gonna pan out,” Kevin paraphrased.
(Y/N) nodded glumly.
“And you can’t do anything else?” Kevin asked. (Y/N) shook her head.
“No,” she answered. “Like
I said before, we just have to ride out the storm and hope for the best.”
“And what happens if your dad wins?”
“I go back to New York.
I live there until I’m eighteen and then I’ll go to whatever college I get
into,” she sighed.
“What about Archie?” he questioned. She pursed her lips.
“There’s nothing I can do about him.”
“But will you guys still be a thing?” Kevin inquired. “Will you keep in touch this time? Oh god please don’t let this die out again,
you have no idea how much I need you two to be endgame.”
“We’ll see, Kevin,” (Y/N) giggled. “I want to keep in touch. Hell, I tried last time. If I move back to New York, it’s up to Archie
to keep in touch with me.”
“So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” Jughead asked Archie one
night at dinner. Archie glanced up from
his plate, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“The court case,” Jughead elaborated. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I only know what (Y/N) knows,” Archie answered. “She gave her statement a few days ago, so
now her parents have to go into the courthouse in two days-”
“And that’s when (Y/N)’s fate will be decided,” Jughead
dramatically finished. Archie nodded and
returned to his food.
“Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”
“But even if (Y/N)
does have to move back to New York, you’re still gonna keep in touch with her,
right?” Jughead questioned. When Archie
didn’t respond, Jughead dropped his fork as he stared disbelievingly at his
friend. “You’re gonna cut her off again?”
“I’m not going to cut her off, Jug,” Archie fired back. “I know I screwed up last time, and I’m not
planning on doing that again. I just… I
don’t want to think about that right now.
I’d rather just ignorantly believe that (Y/N) will stay in Riverdale.”
“Archie,” Jughead placed a comforting hand on his friend’s
shoulder, “you can’t put yourself through denial again. It’s not good for you.”
“But it’s so much easier, Jug,” Archie sighed.
“It may be easier now,” he warned, “but the consequences are
more severe, Arch. Think about when you
acted like (Y/N) didn’t exist after she left.
It may have been easier for you while she was gone, but when she came
back, she was furious. Imagine the kind
of relationship the two of you could’ve had by now if you hadn’t been in denial
for so long.” Archie sighed at this,
knowing that Jughead was right. “You can
postpone the pain, Archie, but you can’t prevent it.”
Two nights later, (Y/N) was staying over at the Andrews’s
house. Her parents were still at the
courthouse. She and Archie hovered over
her phone all evening, awaiting the phone call that would announce who she had
to live with. The phone call that
determined her fate.
At around midnight, they gave up on waiting. Archie and (Y/N) retired to Archie’s bedroom,
where they curled up in the bed together.
(Y/N) set her phone down on the nightstand, but she refused to take her
eyes off of it.
“Go to sleep,” Archie mumbled, wrapping an arm around her
waist. (Y/N) shifted so that her back
was pressed against his.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“What if they call and I’m asleep?”
“You turned your ringer volume all the way up, (Y/N),” he
reminded her. “If you’re asleep when
they call, it’ll wake you up.” (Y/N)
sighed but didn’t respond. Archie
noticed her breathing began to slow down, so he figured she was falling
asleep. He, too, was beginning to drift
off until a shrill ringing disturbed their sleepy silence.
“The phone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up. She, tangled in the bedsheets, rolled over
towards the nightstand and quickly snatched her phone. She pressed the answer button and held the
phone to her ear. Archie tried to listen
to the other line, but he couldn’t hear it.
“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, nodding. There was another break of silence as the
person on the other line talked. “And
that’s the outcome? It can’t be
reversed?” Another pause. “Alright, thank you.” She hung up the phone and slowly set it
down. Archie turned on the lamp as he
stared at (Y/N).
“So?” he inquired. “What
“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over
It’s always been really curious, how do we know Kevin is fluid/pan/queer/questioning/*insert term here*? I see people on here say that he is, but have never heard Kevin comment on it at all. I mean there have been the flirtations with Johnny and William, and the things that happened on the feed this season, but even Kevin has said in his DRs that those mean nothing and “anything to further his game”, or he could have just been experimenting? idk.
Because it’s definitely cool to have another LGBT winner other than Andy and Sarah, but I’ve also seen people in depth comment on Zach, Nick, and (jokingly) Corey’s sexuality when they themselves have said they aren’t.
A/N: I just thought this was hilarious. This is something I do while doing dishes.
Kevin has a weird habit and Double Dee loves it.
It was an average morning Edd thought, sure Kevin had gotten up before him but that wasn’t unusual. Edd sighed quietly to himself as he got out of bed. He quickly straightened the blankets and began pulling out his clothes for the day laying them across the freshly made bed. Edd then strolled towards the bathroom, as he crossed the hall he could hear Kevin starting on breakfast, pans clanging softly as he pulled them from the cupboards. Edd hummed softly as he started the shower waiting for the temperature to adjust before stepping in.
Kevin, having heard Edd get up waited until he heard the shower start to turn on his music. Panic at the Disco came blaring through his speakers as he pulled out a couple eggs and cracked them into a bowl. Kevin hummed along to the song as he beat the eggs and added salt and pepper, getting into a little groove as he poured the concoction into a hot pan. Kevin danced over to other side of the kitchen to remove a waffle from the waffle maker and put it with the other five he made earlier. He returned to his eggs scrambling them as he sang aloud to the song playing not realizing the shower had stopped long ago.
Edd having finally dressed wandered downstairs, he was greeted by the smell of food and a quite amusing sight. Kevin was too caught up in his mini performance to notice that he was no longer alone. Edd knew Kevin had a tendency to burst into song while cooking but it was rare to actually catch him in the act. He bit back a smirk as Kevin belted out the chorus while divvying up the eggs onto two separate plates.
“I’m a scholar and a gentleman and I usually don’t fall when I try to stand. I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt but I make these high-heels work. I told you–” Kevin trailed off as he turned and spotted Edd standing at the foot of the stairs smirking.
“Aww, dammit Dee. Can you like announce yourself or something?” He groaned putting the empty pan in the sink.
“I apologize, Kevin. I couldn’t resist.” Edd snickered walking over to hug his boyfriend.
“Yeah, yeah, just make your plate before everything gets cold.” Kevin grumbled a light blush dusting his cheeks.