Archie Andrews

Rolls around in the wet grass. “Good. You know. I was thinkin….” Is shy and looks away before the sentence is finished

ARCHIEEEEE !!!!! Jumps on his back orangutan style @GingerWithPipes

File a report that boils down to: ‘Hi, yes, a bunch of very dedicated weirdos are trying to ruin my whole night.’ Pretty sure that gets me a psych eval, not protection.” I straightened up a little, even though my legs still felt like overcooked spaghetti. “Let’s just go. Walking

Starter for @gingerwithpipes (Astrids Teenage Years) Riverdale wasn’t supposed to be permanent. It was just supposed to be a dot on the map where I could breathe for a second, a place Ultra wouldn’t think to look. But the

over my shoulder, forcing my most confident smirk into place. “Okay, slow down, Romeo. You can’t just wake a girl up lookin’ like a CW poster boy and say things like that and hit her with a Hallmark monologue before coffee. There are rules, Andrews. Beauty standards and basic

could feel the heat rise from my chest to my cheeks. No amount of glam, gloss, or diva energy could disguise that. So I did what any self-respecting woman with a brand, a following, and a killer instinct for emotional self-preservation would do. I deflected. I tossed my curls