(INTERRACIAL) Riverdale Preferences and Imagines (ON HOLD)

First Kiss

*does not immediately follow 'first date'. There's a time gap between the two, if that makes sense. Also, these are going to be short.

Archie Andrews

You and Archie were on your couch, cuddling and watching a movie. You lie with your head on his stomach, and your legs tangled with his. He played with your curly hair. Pulling out the thick strands, and letting them go as they snap back into their kinky curls.

You move from your position, so now he had his arms wrapped around you.  He turned towards you and smiled. You smiled back and looked at his lips. He leaned in when you did, and your lips touched. It was magical.

You pulled away breathlessly. He grinned at you.

"Wow, Y/N/N." he mumbled.

"I would not be opposed to doing that again." You hinted. He's hooked his head and smiled mischievously, as you leant in to steal another kiss.

Betty Cooper

Betty's fists were balled, and you could bet crescents were forming. She got mad because someone had insulted you. If looks could kill, that person would be dead.

"Betty, calm down." You warned, holding on to her arms. She didn't seem to be listening, as her breathing got more ragged, and you knew she was only five seconds from charging.

Her lips twitched, and you did the only thing you could think of. You placed your hands on her cheeks, and there was a glint of surprise in her dark eyes. Your lips connected, and Betty visibly relaxed and melted into into the kiss. She uncalled her fists, and her hands came up to hold your arms.

You pulled away and looked into her eyes. They were now her normal, light and happy, bluish green. She smiled at you cheerfully.

It was her turn to pull you in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist.

Veronica Lodge

You walk downstairs to La Bonne Nuit, keys jangling as you walked. You sighed as you walked to the bar, poured yourself a drink and sat down. You heard light footsteps, and you turned around quickly.

It was just veronica in her pajamas. She stopped moving and blushed when she saw you.

"I- Y/N! What are you doing here?" She stuttered.

"I come here to clear my head, Ronnie. What are you doing here." You say, scanning the booth behind her with blankets and pillows in it.

"I-"

"Wait, are you sleeping here?" You cut her off.

She nods her head bashfully. You leave your drink at the bar, and walk towards her. She sits at the booth and puts her head in her hands.

"What's wrong, Ronnie?" You ask her. She looks up at you, eyes stained with tears.

"I have to stay here for a while because of some things going wrong at home." She mumbles through tears.

"You don't have to stay here, Ronnie. You can crash with me until everything clears up." You offer.

"Really? Thank you!" She sighs in relief.