The Fourth Musketeer (Part 5)
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Pairing: Archie x Reader
Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court case’s outcome.
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 much-”
“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 soon.”
“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 happened?”
“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over the outcome.
“You’re staying?” Archie excitedly repeated. “For good?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. He tugged her into a tight hug. “I’m staying in Riverdale, Arch! I won’t leave you ever again.” He slowly pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her.
“Good,” he replied, and he crashed his lips against hers.