Imagine: You’re hopelessly in love with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. When the subject of physical intimacy comes up one day with your best friends, you find yourself afraid and in doubt.
Saturdays were one of your favorite days of the week.
Veronica would pull up in her luxury car and take you and Betty to the Galleria outside of town. You both would follow her around as she surveyed the newest imports and replenished her gorgeous wardrobe, talking and laughing the whole time. The wares of the Galleria were far above anything you could ever afford with your minimum-wage income, but you adored the two girls you would spend the day with.
Veronica always had the best gossip. Mostly passed along from Kevin, who refused to join (”I will not play into that gay stereotype!”), Veronica always had stories ranging from the scary to the scandalous to the just plain hilarious.
“And the cross-country team caught her getting it up the ass on a stump in the woods!” Veronica said, laughing over her kale smoothie.
“Ronnie!” Betty scolded, face red. You could tell she was suppressing laughter as well, sipping on her strawberry smoothie.
“Anyway,” Veronica said, slapping her hands on the patio table in finality. “What about you, (Y/N)?” She grinned devilishly.
prompt: 50-“if i asked, you’d say no” “you don’t know that”
the siren sounds the crowd jumping up from the bleachers cheering as the bulldogs seal their win
you let out a cheer jumping around with the rest of the squad shaking your pom poms and doing tricks as you help keep the crowd hype.
you turn to watch the boys praise their team mates jumping onto each other ruffling each other’s hair whilst giving each other ‘bro’ hugs
betty & veronica break formation and rush over to you jumping up and down shaking their poms in your face “stop” you chuckle shaking your own in their faces
the girls wear smirks on their faces as they glance behind you “what?” you giggle turning your head to see your red headed best friend smiling stupidly, helmet in hand.
you turn biting for lip “ill be back” you rush over toward archie jumping into his arms a smile wide on both of your faces.
“congrats archikins” you tease as he places you back on the ground, his friends walking past and congratulating him on a good game.
“why are the girls giggling like maniacs” you turn to give the girls an evil glare.
“i honestly don’t know” you rock on the back of your heels “pops?” he smiles and nods throwing an arm around me
we walk back over to our giddy friends “pops?” we announce and they nod like maniacs “what’s gotten into you two” archie retorts concussion in his words
“where’s jug and reg-” i squeal as i pull from archie’s grasp and lifting up into the air, my hair swishing around as i fight against the strong hold
laughs fill the field as they all enjoy the torture im enduring from a very hype raven haired jock “reggie!” i yell annoyance in my voice
“c'mon mantle put her down” archie eases smiling as im thrown over the boys shoudlers, my ass practically out for the world to see.
“babe you better but her down, otherwise archikins here my start throwing some hands for his girl” ronnie tease causing the boy to set me back down
i straight out my uniform punching the boy in the arm causing him to cry out, i stick my tongue out at him as veronica cuddles into her awfully tall boyfriend.
i turn to see archies face turning red, he refused to make eye contact with me. “oh my god” ronnie giggles teasing the red headed boy “he’s blushing because i called her his girl!” she squeals as her boyfriend notices his best friends discomfort
“c'mere ronnie, leave the poor guy alone” he rests his hand on her hips
archie shakes his head “oh no it’s fine, we’re just friends v” he throws his arms over my shoulders as my smile slips off my face.
i pull away from the gesture, rolling my eyes i take off the boys letterman jacket and shove it into his chest “ill see you later friend” i smile sarcastically walking away from my group of friends
archie & i had been living next door to each other since we were born and we’d grown up together, but as the years passed you grew closer and closer until you hit high school
something had changed, those lingering looks were no longer just archie being weird and friendly. it was something more, it was flirting and that’s how it’s been the past 3 years.
constant flirting, we’d have sleepovers and cuddle sessions and to anyone who didn’t know you would think that we were a couple. but if you did know me you’d know that ive had a crush on archie andrews since i was thirteen.
i thought that the feelings weren’t one sided and that maybe just maybe archie was just waiting for the right time to ask me out but now it just proves that im just another girl to the red headed boy. just a ‘friend’“
the two girls rush after me the guys lingering on the field unaware of what the hell just happened.
we wound up at pops sipping on milkshakes like any other day, except it wasn’t. the booth wasn’t filled with as many warm bodies as it normally is.
the girls have been trying to cheer me up by talking about only the cutest guys at school which evidently according to the two girls were jughead & reggie, but they argue that their opinion is definitely not bias and definitely not because they’re dating the two
“so let me get this straight, the two bachelors your offering aren’t actual on offer because well they’re dating the two of you dorks?”
they glance at each other bursting into laughter “okay maybe um- im sorry” i roll my eyes dipping into bettys chips as the door chimes indicating another customer
my eyes move toward the door to reveal reggie, jughead & the one and only archie andrews.
“i gotta pee”
i stand up quickly moving away from the booth and legging it to the girls bathroom ignoring archie desperate calls
i cuss under my breathe trying to plan out how i can flee without them noticing but coming up empty. guess ill just have to leg it.
the door creaks as i open it and i instantly cuss giving away my presence to the group, i stop stupidly plastering a smile on my face. i slowly edge over to the group reaching out for my purse.
“im suuuper tired, im going to head off” i force my legs to move as fast as possible as the carry me out into the car park no sign of anyone following me until i hear someone yell my name.
i sigh turning around as archie jogs over to me “im sorry” he blurts creasing his brows a sad smile on his beautiful face
“i shouldn’t have said what i did back at the game”
i sigh crossing my arms across my chest “im listening” he half smiles stepping closer to me
“the guys they gave me a little pep talk before we came her.. why didn’t you tell me you had feeling for me” he asks hope in his eyes.
“why didn’t you? why didn’t you ask ME out” you question back
“you’d have said no-” he huffs glancing back into the diner as our friends crowd around the window peering out
“you don’t know that” i clap back anger beginning to run through my veins.
“archie i don’t get you!” i and exclaim running my fingers through my hair “i had this idea- it’s sounds so stupid to me now-” i pause laughing to myself
“i thought you had the same feelings as i did, i thought that the flirting the sleepovers the lingering looks! i thought that was a sign and now i just look stupid”
“(y/n)” he tried to interject but i shake my head at him “no archie im not done” he puts his hands up in defence
“that guy that didn’t want chuck clayton to be my first kiss because you knew he didn’t ‘love me’, that guy that kissed me because you told me that my first kiss should be with someone who truly loves you”
“that is the guy i feel for, the goof ball, the music enthusiast. the boy that protects me no matter what- i thought that i was giving you enough signs” i laugh to myself
“guess it wasn’t-” i turn away from him walking away but im stopped me he grabs my arm pulling my into his chest.
“i was so stupid, please let me make it up to you” his puppy eyes burn into my head and i groan placing my head into his chest “fine”
a smile graces his lips, his eyes beaming down on me “movies? tomorrow night?”
i perk up my eyebrows “are you asking me out?” he nods “i sure am”
“well i mean i guess i could squeeze you in to my busy calendar” i tease poking his chest
he grabs my face and connects are lips, my arms running up his chest and through his red hair.
we break apart and head back into pops hand in hand back toward a friend, who tried to act nonchalant like they weren’t just watching us argue and makeout in the parking lot
we slide into the booth, archie instantly pulling me into his chest. an arm wrapped protectively around me
the others glance at one another smirks dripping from their expressions as they enjoy the company. “shut up!” i laugh chasing the rest of the group to break character and blurt a bounce of random nonsense
“it’s about damn time!”
“nod kidding” i giggle looking up to the red headed boy, glowing with happiness. i return the smile back as he dips down and kisses my head
nyanyways so much of how red perceives himself/lets people perceive him is built around toxic masculinity and just trying to fucking…. survive, so the anonymity he has as red x is really important to him because he doesn’t have to maintain that image he has out of costume. so on top of being his biggest source of income, it’s also sort of an escape for him from the big tough guy image he’s built for himself