𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 - M!xM! Reader

☁️Dilton Doiley x M! Reader Pt.1

Show: Riverdale

(Set in Season 7, Basically 1955 in high school)

(2nd/3rd POV)

"What the hell, Doiley?! Where's all the damn water?!" Julian snapped at the smaller black-haired male, throwing his cup at him. "I-I don't know, it was just h-" "I don't give a shit! This is your stupid job; do it right, waterboy!" The red-haired demon yelled, making the other start to tear up. "Y-y-you're right. It's my fault, I- I'm sorry." He quietly apologized, hiding behind his clipboard. The rest of the Bulldog Basketball team left except for one. "Oh geez, Dilton, are you okay?" You asked, walking up to him and patting his shoulder. He nodded quickly and loudly sniffed, trying not to let the tears fall. He failed miserably when you saw the stream that just kept falling down his face. Your brows furrowed in anger, hating that the team members were so rude to him.

"Don't let them get to you; they're insecure jerks." Muttering, you smiled, wiping the tears from his cheeks. His eyes lit up at your action, his heart beating fast, and his stomach filling with butterflies. You chuckled and started talking about something he couldn't hear. Everything was in slow motion, and his eyes were fixated on your eyes, thinking about how dreamy they were. He thought about how you reminded him of the romantic guys in the comics when they're trying to get the girl. But he wasn't a girl. He was a guy. He had no chance with you; he knew that, but he couldn't help but hope. "Dilton? Are you hearing me?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. His eyes widened, and he looked away, shaking his head. "N-no sorry..." He pouted, feeling dumb. "It's alright, well, we better get this filled, am I right?" You asked, picking up the water container and heading outside. He followed, too scared to go into the locker room by himself.

"Y/n, y-you don't have to do that. I'm the waterboy; it's my job." He stepped before you, embarrassed that you had to be seen with him. "No, I insist. You need a break occasionally, right?" You asked, smiling and stepping to the side.

As you filled the container up, Dilton felt guilty, as if he made you do it. "No, please just!-" He begged, grabbing the container and slipping, making the water spill all over him. You stood there shocked, taking your handkerchief out of your pocket and kneeling to his side. "Oh boy, this is quite a big mess. Let me help you there." Wiping his glasses, a worried look crossed your face. "T-thank you...." He wiped his eyes, trying to see a little better. "No problem, let's get to the locker room, shall we?" You proposed, standing up and sticking your hand out. He took it, and as you pulled him up, he felt the fluttering again. "Yeah, I need to get some new clothes. But I don't have any..." He frowned. "Well, I have some extra clothes, if you wouldn't mind wearing them?" You questioned, making him hesitantly nod.

(Next Day)

"Dilton, hey! Whatcha up to?" You asked, sitting down next to him in the student center. His friends looked to you, confused with why a jock would be talking to Dilton. "What do you think you're doing here, fella?" Jughead scowled. He knew you were here to make fun of Dilton and push him around. You turned your attention to the woolen crown-wearing guy talking to you harshly. "Oh, well, I was just seeing if Dilton had my clothes I lent him yesterday." You responded, smiling kindly at the two. As Jughead squinted at you suspiciously, Dilton handed you a bag and smiled softly. "H-here you go..." He stuttered, feeling nervous around your bright aura. "Gee, thank you, Dilton. I wouldn't know what to do without my lucky shirt." Dilton turned his head to you, shocked you would even let him wear your shirt. "Yeah, n-no problem..." He blushed, staring down at his lap in embarrassment at the fact he was having butterflies because of you. "So, what do you say to eating lunch together?" You put your arm around Dilton's shoulders and leaned back into the couch. The other three watching this encounter were concerned for the younger, hoping this wasn't a bullying tactic.