warnings ! SMUT ; smoking, kind of fwb to lovers, thigh riding, p in v
word count ; < 1k
a/n ; wanted to write something for cal and this is what i came up with. it's very lowkey and kind of all over the place but i'm tired so it'll do
You and Calum sat next to each other in his backyard passing an almost finished blunt back and forth. Over the past hour or so you two had just been talking about random things that came to your hazy minds. As you take the final hit of the blunt, putting the butt of it in Calum’s ashtray on the small table between you, you said, “Have you ever had sex when you’re high?”
“Like how high?” Calum asked, hand reaching down to pet Duke.
“As high as we are now.” You looked at the darkening sky as you waited for Calum’s relaxed mind to come up with an answer.
“Not sex,” Calum finally said. “But I have masturbated.”
“Was it good? Like better than normal?”
Calum nodded.
“What was different?”
Calum spared a glance your way before answering. He admired how you managed to look good without even trying. How your dazed expression was dreamlike, and the tiniest of smiles rested on your face permanently.
“It just felt better,” Calum said. “Maybe because I didn’t have as many things on my mind.”
“Do you think I could try it?” you asked, turning to look at Calum.
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering him you stood up and walked over to where he sat. You perched yourself atop his lap so that you were straddling one of his thighs. Calum’s hands moved to rest comfortably on your hips.
“Can I ride your thigh?”
Calum nodded but you were already moving your hips before having an answer. Calum guided your movements with the hands on your hips. You placed your hands on his shoulders for stability as you felt the pressure in your abdomen build. You lazily moved back and forth on his thigh, enjoying the friction against your clit.
Calum watched you in awe. In all honesty, he was surprised the two of you hadn’t done this before. There had been a few occasions where the two of you had been intimate, just needing to release some sexual frustration. The two of you were close enough that it didn’t ruin your friendship, but Calum had found himself wanting to have you all the time. Sometimes not even intimately. He wanted to hold you and make you smile like no one else could.
And that scared him.
But he wasn’t fearful when you looked like something straight out of a fairytale on top of his thigh, using him to get off. He could tell you were close by the way your face scrunched up and your movements were fastening. His hands tightened on your hips, helping you grind harder into his thigh. You came with a soft string of moans and a few obscenities.
“That was so much better than normal,” you panted, a smile creeping onto your face. You looked down noticing the strain in Calum’s pants that hadn’t been there before you’d climbed in his lap. “Looks like you enjoyed it too.”
Calum chuckled, hands slipping underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on your bare skin. “Maybe, but I think I’d enjoy it more if you’d take your clothes off.”
You smirked. “Only if you do the same.”
You slowly pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your braless breasts. Calum followed suit, taking off his loose top and throwing it on the concrete. You leaned in to kiss him as his hands found their way to your tits, his hands cupping them and them fitting perfectly in his grasp.
Your hands moved from their previous position on his shoulders, trailing down his bare chest to the waistband of his pants. Your fingers teased the hem of his pants, running back and forth, never quite giving him what he wanted.
You disconnected your lips from Calum, ignoring his groan of disapproval as you stood up to take your pants and underwear off. While you did that, Calum took the opportunity to remove his own pants. By the time you were completely naked so was Calum, waiting patiently for you to climb back on top of him.
You positioned yourself over his length, sliding down slowly and basking in the guttural groan Calum let out. You had thought getting yourself off on his thigh while high had been mind-blowing, but with him inside of you, you knew that nothing could compare to this feeling.
You lazily rode his cock, moaning every now and then when you came down on him and his tip hit just the right spot. Calum’s hands couldn’t stop roaming your body, trying to commit everything in this moment to memory. He couldn’t have cared less if you were the only one who came, just as long as you kept touching him like that.
Your hands scratched down the expanse of his chest and you loved the way he tensed underneath your fingertips. His hands finally found a solid place on your ass, helping to lift you up and down on his cock at the same pace but with more force.
“You’re so amazing,” you mumbled, feeling yourself getting closer.
Calum sat up, burying his face in your chest, neck – wherever he could get his lips on. He groaned into your skin as he felt you clench around him. You gasped shakily into his ear as you came, eyes rolling back, and you swore you saw stars. Nothing had ever felt that good.
“Oh, my God,” Calum groaned as he came inside of you. “God, I fucking love you.”
You smiled; the weight of his confession not fully comprehended by your hazy mind. But you knew that the next words that came from your mouth were a sincere response to his own.
Pairing: Stable Lad! Calum Hood x Princess! Reader
Summary: There’s never a calm before the storm.
Warnings: Angst. Violence. Character death. Illness. Torture. Fire. Being burned alive. War. Language. Some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Word count: 8.5k
Author’s note: Now there is two more chapters to go and their situation is not getting easier, even I’m mad. But at the same time I’m so happy to be back 💕 Remember that Reblogs, comments, feedback and likes are more than welcome and super helpful to me ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨🌻
My materialist // my taglist is on the bio!
Book two materialist || Prologue || Chapter one || Chapter two || Chapter three || Chapter four || Chapter five || Chapter six || Chapter seven || Chapter eight
She woke up with a scream choked on her throat, almost jumping out of bed, covered in sweat and a few running tears down her cheeks. What did she dream, she couldn’t remember. She just remembers feeling completely and utterly alone as the shadows took her.
The sounds outside of the tent indicated that everyone had already started their day hours ago. Calum let her sleep in again, even when she told him not to let it happen. With all that’s been happening, what’s losing a few hours of sleep?
Y/N looked around their tent, familiarizing herself with their new environment. Their bed was put against one of the walls, and at the opposite side lay a small desk where papers surrounding the topic of different antidotes were scattered almost in a perfect mess. The chair that Calum uses to rest his sword was now empty, letting her know that her husband was training again and that almost broke her heart. Almost.
To break down was a privilege none of them could afford now. After the loss of Rian almost a week ago, all their energies were centered on the war that was upon them.
*
When morning came after that fateful night, it was Ashton the one who took the lead. Still injured, still weak and sick; he didn’t even look at the body that lay still in the living room next to the new widow.
“We need to go,” Was all he said with his hoarse voice. His hazel eyes were opened wide, looking over at every single person in the room. And, if they noticed the redness behind them, no one said a thing “They know we’re here, it’s not safe”
After a moment of silence, Calum was the first one to speak up.
“What are we going to do with-?”
“We’ll take him with us,” Charlotte said, wiping up the remains of her tears. She looked over at Ashton but he was quick to turn away from her. Her hand was still stroking Rian’s hair, almost as if she was comforting him after a bad dream “We need a proper burial. He deserves a proper burial”
“We’ll take care of it,” Luke promised “I swear, his sacrifice will not be forgotten”
Ashton closed his eyes for a moment, the veins along his neck trembling ever so slightly. It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t have ended like this!
“Ash?”
The sound of his sister’s voice called him up to the present. Y/N was standing in front of him, teary eyes filled with concern. It only took one look and one shake of his head to say what hasn’t already been said. Now was not the time for questions.
“He would talk about a camping site near one of the furthest entrances of the woods,” The Prince said “We planned on going there to meet with the rebels and the other Kings and Queens. Michael, could you and Calum go there right now and ask for their strongest men and horses to come and help us? After this, I don’t think Richard has anything else prepared for us”
Ashton hated how much he knew his father’s way of thinking. It made him sick how alike they could be in that sense. He knew Richard was basking in their pain, sleeping soundly for he knew how affected his enemies would be. He didn’t need to attack, he’s already won this battle. But, he won’t win the war.
Michael and Calum were on the move almost instantly, not giving anyone the time to protest. They didn’t want to go, but the sooner they left, the sooner they could reassure the safety of everyone. Calum said goodbye with a lingering hug to his wife, no words exchanged between them, but his brown eyes said more than a simple “I love you” could. No, his eyes said more than that; a “please, take care”, “See you soon”, “Come back to me” It became all the goodbyes and more. And, just for a second there, it seemed they were back in the woods, praying for their next encounter.
When they left, Y/N felt the tears gathering in her eyes. But she won’t cry, she can’t. Not when her friend just started to mourn the loss of her husband.
She was near Charlotte in a matter of seconds.
“What do you need?” The princess asked, placing her hand over Charlotte’s shoulder.
Y/N knew what it meant to lose someone, just as she knew that comforting words were not needed in a time like this. Words could only do so much when the pain was still pounding inside one’s heart. And, knowing Charlotte, she was not thinking of her pain right now.
“I need to get Daisy,” The woman said, wiping the last few tears from her eyes “I need to get her ready as well, I can’t-”
“I’ll get Daisy” Y/N answered “I’ll get her and get her bag as well. I’ll take care of that while you take care of yourself and get ready with what you need to get out of here, okay?”
“Come with me?”
Her teary eyes shattered the princess’ heart. There was no evidence of the smiling woman that got them to safety a few days ago. No, those eyes were replaced with unshed tiredness; a mother’s worry; and, a broken heart that was forced to stay put together when everything seemed to fall apart. Y/N has never seen such strength before, and she selfishly prayed never to have to be that strong, ever.
Y/N nodded, helping Charlotte get on her feet, feeling how she trembled with her first few steps. She spared a glance towards Ashton, but his hazel eyes were set on the hard floor, swallowing hard as the two women passed by his side.
The room was now consumed in silence. The beating of the young prince’s heart was the only thing that rang in his ears as he forced himself to look up, clenching the wound on his side as he felt his knees shaking, weak at the sight of the man that laid dead on the sofa. His bottom lip trembled cowardly.
“Fuck,” He breathed, wishing to be able to look away but feeling powerless to do so. He deserved to see it, he deserved to know it was his fault that Rian was dead.
The guard’s face was almost unrecognizable, so far from the man he once knew. Ashton wonders if he’s ever seen him before everything went to shit. Maybe they crossed paths in the castle and he, being ever the oblivious prince, never noticed him. They could’ve traveled together as well, assigned the same mission of traveling to another kingdom to do the king’s dirty work. How many times did their eyes meet and Ashton didn’t glance back? How many times did they stand side by side and never noticed until he was the one hanging on chains in the dungeon?
That man saw him at his worst countless times for months. He saw him weak, bleeding, humiliated in front of strangers. Ashton pushed him away so many times, even when his motives were clear. Yet, Rian always came back, a smile everlasting on his face; risking his life just to give Ashton a piece of bread and reassure him that he could beat this, he could break the cycle and liberate them from his father.
Rian was the only one who believed in him even when he gave up on himself.
“And look where it got you,” He whispered, eyes now shedding the tears he fought so hard to keep inside, “I told you. I told you not to go back there. I asked you not to leave me”
Ashton could still remember the last look Rian gave him. It carried so much more than just reassurance; it carried hope. A hope that Ashton was not so sure he was deserving of.
Rian was the only one who called him “Your Majesty,” The only one that called him “King” Those words always felt too big for him. But, somehow, when Rian said them, Ashton felt capable of filling said title.
Now… what was left now but a promise? A promise he made to a man now dead and gone. A promise he’ll honor.
“With my life,” He swore in front of Rian’s body, kneeling next to it as a last act of honor, placing his hand on top of the guard’s heart “With my life, I promise that I will make it right. I’ll be the man you believed I could be”
*
The clouds settled over the camping site. Smoke covered the air as makeshift bonfires started to burn, trying to keep as many of them warm and ready. Thousands of men and women walked and ran around in their armors, carrying different emblems on their chests. It warmed Y/N’s heart to see these many kingdoms come together to fight alongside them, even if they were just a few tropes sent instead of a whole army, it was more than they could’ve asked.
The hopes were high inside the campsite, so much so that most of the time it felt like a get-together rather than a war. Smiles and laughter could be heard all over the place, at first, Y/N didn’t get how they could be so nonchalant about everything that’s been happening.
“Some prefer not to think of tragedies in their last days,” Michael told her “Some find the light in the darkest of times, hoping to grasp it as much as they can before the nearing end. Have you ever wondered why even at funerals people seem to smile? It’s because, in some weird, inexplicable way, it reminds them that they are still alive. And now, at war’s feet, they are celebrating that before it’s too late”
Every one of them knew that the battle horn was to be heard in a matter of moments; they knew that every day could be their last as long as they stayed here to fight. And, even if they managed to keep their spirits up, their guard never went down.
After what happened to Rian, they knew that Richard was aware of their presence, in fact, he seemed more than okay with it given that he let Ashton escape. They needed to act quickly, hoping they still have the element of surprise on their side. But they don’t know how much Richard knows, and without Rian to serve as a spy, things were not so clear.
“There you are!”
Y/N turned at the sound of Charlotte’s voice. She was wearing an old, dark blue dress that was mostly covered by an apron. Ever since they reached the campsite, Charlotte has done nothing but work while taking care of Daisy
“I need to keep my mind busy,” She told Y/N “I need to help, just like Rian would’ve wanted. And if I can’t fight, I’ll make sure that the soldiers are in condition to do so”
She has stationed herself near the kitchen tent, helping other new mothers and pregnant women do their part for the war. Y/N stationed near them, helping the volunteer Maesters and kind souls to prepare vials of medicine and ointments for the wounded.
Y/N wished she could do more, but it took Ashton’s, Calum’s, Michael’s, and even Luke’s hard, stern looks to have her back down from that horse.
“You might be capable of fighting,” Calum told her after the tenth argument they had to let her train with the troops “But your ability with medicine is more valuable. We need you alive. I need you alive, Y/N. You can help so many, but you need to stay here”
She hated that his argument made sense, but there was no way of fighting against it. Not when she could take advantage of it. Ever since she started working with the other maesters, she began developing a cure for Michael’s predicament by combining the greatest minds of the entire continent. They just needed one more ingredient that could only be found down in the infirmary of the castle.
When she told Luke and Michael the news, Luke almost knocked her over with a hug.
“It’s not ready yet!” She said while he let her go, eyes filled with tears “It needs tears of roses, given their healing properties combined with the biomolecules of veritalis and the salts of-” She stopped herself when she notice the two men were just nodding without understanding a word “Anyway, using a few of the poisonous leaves combined with all of that, it could counter the effects and-”
“Wait, you have to use the leaves to create the cure?” Luke asked, “But you burned them all!”
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Michael ignored him
Y/N sighed “Five out of the eight Maesters said…”
“Hold on, so it’s not guaranteed?”
“Nothing is guaranteed, Luke”
“But if it doesn’t work-”
“It will work,” Michael said, looking over at Y/N, giving her a slight nod “You believe in this, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Then that’s all I need”
The confidence Michael had in her gave her the push she needed to make this work. His health was not getting any better as the scar kept spreading across his chest, now nearing his arms and thighs. They needed a way to get into the palace as soon as possible to get the last ingredients. Y/N hoped she could bring this up to discussion with the war committee today. But now, seeing Charlotte’s worried face, she wasn’t so sure she could do that.
“I was coming to get you, but you weren’t at the infirmary tent,” Charlotte said with a sigh. The wrinkles on her forehead were now more visible due to all the work she did. They all looked older than they were.
“I was on my way there,” Y/N answered “Calum let me sleep again”
Charlotte shook her head “I don’t think that was on purpose”
“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”
She tried to stay calm, but it was impossible to deny the beating of her anxious heart.
“We’re fine, at least for now,” Charlotte said, but her tone was more serious than anyone would imagine.
“Then, what happened?”
“Someone infiltrated the camp in the early hours of the morning. They came directly from the palace. They refused to speak until now”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. But they are demanding to talk only with the heirs of RoseWood, and that includes you”
*
To say that Y/N ran across the field was an understatement, she sprinted at the beating of her heart toward the committee’s tent.
The War Committee consisted of the leaders of each troop picked by Michael himself. They were the ones who made the decisions, the ones who planned the attacks and created the strategy that will help them win the war. Y/N begged to be a part of it, but they decided it would be best to put her in charge of the civilians who volunteered to be a part of this war as much as they could. At first, it frustrated her, but when she realized that a war meant more than just fighting in a field, she understood how much they trusted her to take charge of it.
Every day, the committee would meet with closed doors. But today, most of the members were standing outside of the tent with worried faces. Luke and Michael were talking among themselves while Calum stood with his arms crossed, eyes focused on the doors in case anything happened. When Y/N noticed him, she ran to him.
“Calum!” He turned around, a sense of relief crossed his face as he let out a breath, opening his arms to engulf her in a hug “You’re okay,”
“‘Course I am, rose,” He said, looking at the door “There weren’t any threats”
“But the person that came from the palace-”
Calum pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to conceal a smile “They wouldn't hurt a fly without getting hurt themselves”
Y/N furrowed her brows “Then why-?”
Suddenly, a shriek followed by an earth-shattering cry came from the tent, scaring Y/N and making her seek shelter on Calum’s arms as he tried to contain a laugh while the others just looked tired.
“Are they torturing someone there?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“The only one being tortured is Ashton,” He scoffed, shaking his head at his wife’s concerned gaze “It’s better if you see it for yourself, my rose”
With one last confusing look, Y/N walked away from Calum’s arms and infiltrated the tent, her curiosity winning her over.
Inside it was very dark, just a few candles illuminating the table where the committee meets. But there, in the middle of the tent stood Ashton, giving his back to her. It took a moment for her to recognize him with his hair that long and the way his shoulders fell in defeat.
It was almost miraculous how he healed from his wounds after so many months of torture. Some maesters said it was sheer determination on his part to heal and be ready for combat; others claimed that he had an angel helping him; others said that it was the blood of a King running through his veins, powerful and sacred. Y/N was only grateful that he was okay. After months of being apart, she only wanted her brother back.
But now, her brother was standing with his arms crossed and with a hand covering his face, pinching the bridge of his nose almost as if asking the gods for patience as the screams became louder with every step she took.
“Ash?”
The prince turned to her and let out a breath of relief and a desperate look.
“Well, you took your time,” He said, almost in exasperation.
“What happened?” Another scream filled the air, making her cover her ears “Why are they yelling?”
“Wish I knew!” Ashton said over the noise “But you won’t believe this!”
She took cautious steps, eyes set on her brother as she came to view the new arrival. Could it be an enemy that was tortured? A spy sent by her father? Or maybe one of their own that escaped the palace just in time? Her brain was working overload to try and find out who it could be. But, truth be told, she was not ready for the answer
“Willsburg?!”
The screaming chamberlain suddenly got quiet at the sound of the princess’ voice. Closing his mouth as he sat up straight, setting his teary eyes on her.
“Oh, good morning, princess! Nice to see you again”
“He escaped the palace and infiltrated the camp a few hours ago” Ashton explained, standing next to his sister “One of King Alex’s men caught him hiding in a bush. But when he talked to him, Willsburg started to-“ And, then again, a horrible shriek came out of the chamberlain’s mouth as he covered his own ears “Well, that”
“Is he okay?” Y/N yelled over the scream.
“He’s been doing this for hours! Look, any minute now he will-“ Then, just like before, Willsburg stopped yelling and sat in silence “We believe this is a late response to a traumatic event; maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have and escaped the palace because of that. However, I couldn’t get anything out of him because he insisted that whatever information he has, he needs to share it with you as well, in-person”
Y/N didn’t even pretend to fake her shock.
“Oh, I didn’t know you held such respect for me, Willsburg. Thank you”
“Don't get me wrong, Your Highness, you were a pain in my behind” Willsburg admitted “But you’re still the heiress to the throne and deserve to know what your father is up to. Besides, I don’t trust the riffraff you keep as company”
“Well, spit it out, Willsburg,” Ashton said, walking over to the frightened man and placing a hand over his shoulder “You’re safe here, I promise you that”
“Thank you, my prince. But I’m afraid I’m not staying. I would much rather go back to my nation than to stay here a minute longer after-“
The chamberlain’s eyes grew blank once more as his hands went to cover his ears before opening his mouth to scream again. Both Y/N and Ashton cringed at the sound but felt pity toward the man that saw them grow up.
Willsburg had served the royal family for years, even before Ashton was born. He spent his days running around, never complaining that much, making sure that the rules were set and followed, all to favor the King and his family. He was a loyal servant to the core, so the fact that he ran away from the place he had to call home for decades meant that something terrible was going on. Or at least horrible enough to drive an honorable man to the brink of insanity.
“Shall I get him a sedative?” Y/N asked, but Ashton just shook his head.
“Later, we need him fully conscious now. Then, after he gets some rest, he’ll be given a horse and will be able to leave RoseWood” He looked over at the screaming man “You have my word”
Willsburg’s eyes filled with tears as his face contorted into a grimace before a sob ran through his throat, crying desperately while clinging to Ashton’s clothes. Upon seeing this, Y/N went over to the table, grabbed the jug of water, and poured him a glass. Given his state of exhaustion, adding dehydration to the mix might become fatal for the poor man.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” The man wept, eyes shifting between Y/N and Ashton “I couldn’t stop it. He was going to kill me!”
“You’re safe here, Willsburg”
“No, I’m not! And neither are you!”
Ashton exchanged a worried glance with his sister, trying to keep his cool for the sake of Willsburg.
“What happened at the palace, Will?”
“It was horrible, Your Highness. Horrible! There were bodies, bodies everywhere! The people I knew, my colleagues… my friends! He lined them all up, all but me and a few others that could still be of use to him. They were asked to plead loyalty, but they refused! How foolish of them! Oh, how foolish!”
Goosebumps ran through the Princess’ arms, all the people that worked for them, the ones who took care of them all their lives… She remembered all of their names; she remembered the maidens that sewed her clothing, the kitchen staff that helped her sneak out some snacks in the middle of the night when she was younger, the butlers that always laughed with her stories, her tutors, her nannies… Even when her father forbade them to ever have contact with the Princess, isolating her in her own home, she understood what it was like to be afraid of him. She couldn’t blame them for she understood there were bigger things at stake than a young woman’s personal life. But their loyalty never lay with the King.
“He built a pyre at the back of the castle and took us all there. He made his crows hit them in the back of his head, all of them, no matter the age or gender or what their task was in the palace. If they were not with him, they were against him. And I saw them fall to the ground, bleed and cry, thinking that was the worst. Until the crows picked them up one by one and threw them in the unlit pyre”
“No…”
Willsburg started crying again “I was foolish enough to think that the King was being merciful. Thinking that at least he spared them from that hell. But when the crows lit the pyre, they were anything but dead!”
Y/N looked away from him, wiping the tears that escaped her eyes as Ashton swallowed hard, barely able to stomach the man’s cry.
“I could hear them. I could hear all of them! I saw them burn, I smelled their skin melting into the fire. I tried to scream, I tried to run! But there were crows everywhere, watching intently as I did, only they didn’t seem disgusted. And it wasn’t until the silence took over that we were even allowed to retreat to our chambers. I escaped that same night, I couldn’t bear it! I couldn’t bear to think I could be next! If he finds me-!”
“He won’t,” Ashton said with a stern voice, confident in his word but hiding an unnamed rage Y/N was yet to see in his brother.
“But he will! That’s what I came here to warn you about!” Willsburg cried, looking frantically at the two siblings “The king is planning to attack tomorrow morning!”
*
“There is no way he plans to attack so soon” Michael’s voice rang through the tent, saying out loud what the others were thinking.
The War Committee was dismissed so that every general could go to their troops and delegate their new plan of attack. Now, the six of them; Calum and Y/N; Ashton; Michael and Luke; and Charlotte were digesting the news as they secluded themselves in the main tent.
“The reports that were given to us by the Knights claimed that they were still training the army of RoseWood” Michael continued, going over the map where their positions were established “He cannot possibly have an army in less than a week”
“Unless the army was already ready to attack,” Luke said, absentmindedly as he bounced Daisy on his lap while her mother tried to feed her.
Ashton, who was standing at the other side of the table, hunched over the image of the castle, looked up with a frown.
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it,” Luke said, his bright blue eyes going over every person in the room “How long have the crows been working for your father?”
“Ever since he rose to power” Y/N answered.
“Exactly. Now, Ashton, you said he sent you on countless travels around the continent, planting crows in every kingdom to gain some sort of political advantage. But, what if he’s been doing that even before you stepped up to the task? What if he’s been trading crows and scattered them across the continent, all of them with a plan of attack and with sufficient training to create enough chaos that could tilt the balance to his advantage?”
“Then his army would have been training for battle even before any of us was born,” Calum said, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he evaluated the situation.
“Richard gained power with his crows. Not only that but he’s been training them to find the weakness of every kingdom by infiltrating them almost to perfection. If he’s sent, let’s say a dozen crows per Kingdom through the years, and all of them came back for this battle, there isn’t much training to do but just to plan the perfect attack”
“Then why would he recruit new soldiers for this?” Y/N asked, “If the palace was already filled with crows, plus the soldiers, plus the ones that came from all over the world…”
“It could be a distraction,” Michael added.
“Or because it would be hard to fight them,” Ashton answered grimly “Rian said they were taken from their homes and forced to work as soldiers. Richard is a master of manipulation, he would make them fight in the front lines, face to face with the people that know them and love them. They are our neighbors, our classmates, our lovers, our children- They are people from RoseWood who had no other choice but to survive one way or another. The moment our people see them at enemy lines…”
“We won’t know who’s who,” Calum finished for him.
A somber silence fell upon them. It would’ve been foolish of them to think that there would not be any casualties during the battle, but that didn’t mean they were happy with that idea.
“There must be a way we can stop this,” Charlotte said in a whisper mixed with a silent prayer. But neither of them knew how to bring any comfort to the situation.
Ashton shook his head “We can’t stop it unless one of the leaders surrender in front of the others as witnesses. And Richard is not about to yield anytime soon. Not when he has the advantage”
“So what if we take that advantage from him?”
All eyes turned to Y/N. She stood there solemnly, watching over the map and the list of names of every person that volunteered to fight. Her fingers graced the wooden carving on the chair as she looked up to the people who she loved the most, heart pounding inside her chest as she spoke loud and clear.
“What if we bring those men home? All those soldiers who were forced to wear the uniform, they can turn if we give them the chance.”
“Y/N…”
“They had no choice, Calum,” She said, looking into her husband’s eyes with a silent pleading “We can give them that choice, we can bring them home!”
“You’re talking about convincing an entire army to change sides the night before the battle” Michael chimed in “And even if we think it’s a good idea, how are we going to deliver the message to them? How can we know they won’t turn against us?”
“Because you all said it! People don’t want to fight their families and friends on the battlefield. If you think it’ll be hard on our troops, have you imagined what it must be like for them who were forced to turn on the ones they loved just to give them a chance of survival? Most of them are just children playing dress-up and going to fight a war they did not ask for. They are the children of RoseWood, the people- our people, Ash! If they don’t want to fight at all, then fine. They will at least have the choice not to. But we can’t give up on them”
No one said a word after the princess’ speech. Calum and Michael seemed to ponder over her words while Ashton just lowered and shook his head, almost as if he was rejecting the idea altogether.
Y/N turned pleadingly toward Luke and Charlotte, asking them to say something, anything that might convince them to do the right thing. Luke bit the inside of his cheek, giving Y/N a small, unnoticeable nod.
“She’s right,” He said, passing the baby to her mother as he got up and walked over to the table, followed by Charlotte who didn’t want to be left behind “One cannot wash away the blood of their hands so easily, even when thinking it was justified” He looked over at Michael who was already looking up at him with an unreadable emotion in his eyes “If we give them the chance not only will they restrain from drawing familiar blood, but it will also affect Richard’s chances of a powerful army. He will still have the original crows and the ones that volunteered willingly, but it will give us a more fair chance”
“What if no one comes?” Asked Calum, by his face it was noticeable that he didn’t like the idea very much.
“Then at least we tried” Y/N answered, looking directly at Ashton “You’re their King, Ash, act like one. Bring the change our people want to see, don’t repeat the cycle of death and cruelty our father has created. Give them the chance they thought might never come”
If her words affected him, Ashton didn’t let it show. The face that was once filled with emotion and hope, now remains unbothered and unchangeable, leaving Y/N unable to read him as she expected the worst when he opened his mouth and said:
“How are we going to bring them home?”
Y/N thought she might cry as she crossed the table and wrapped her arms around her brother’s frame, holding him tightly enough that the beating of his heart reached her ears.
Ashton gave her a small smile before looking over at the others, raising his brows as if to say “Well?”
Michael was the first to speak.
“We can send a message hidden with one of our spies”
“They’d never believe it” Luke shook his head “They’d think it’s a trap to catch any traitors. It needs to let them know that it comes directly from Ashton, otherwise, they would not even bother”
Y/N opened her mouth, but before she finished taking the breath to speak, Calum widened his eyes and beat her to it.
“I’ll do it!”
A collective of voices rose in an instant, all of them negating his initiative. But Calum shut them all out.
“They will never believe I’d work for Richard. I know the passages into the castle, I know how to get in and out without anyone noticing, and I’ve known most of those guys all of my life. I’m your best chance and before we can discuss this any further, Y/N, would you meet me outside?”
He spoke so fast yet so sure, no one could argue with him before he walked away, leaving everyone speechless.
It only took Y/N one second before storming after her husband, fuming at the thought of him going to do this job without hearing anyone out. She crossed the entrance to the tent and found Calum walking toward the side of the field, away from any prying eyes or curious ears. And, with a huff, she followed after him.
*
Calum kept walking among the crowd, shoulders tensed and on guard as people passed him by, filled with tension for the upcoming battle. By now, word must’ve gotten out among the troops; everyone had suddenly stopped smiling and the smell of burning steel filled the air. In less than eighteen hours their lives will change forever. In less than eighteen hours, most of them would already be dead.
“Calum!” He heard her calling, but he didn’t turn around. Not yet, not in front of everyone.
“Calum!” The memory of her voice echoing through the woods, how it rang alongside the thundering of his mind.
“Calum!” He couldn’t find her. He could hear her but she wasn’t there. It was the wind again, that damned wind that filled his ears with lies and promised things he’d never have.
Was it a memory or just a dream? What difference did it make when the feeling was just the same? The fear settled within him, the scarring moment of seeing her face filled with tears and being powerless to do anything about it. How could he be so reckless? Dragging her into this thinking that nothing wrong could come with it. Could she ever forgive him for not finding her sooner? Could he ever forgive himself?
What does it all matter now when they were standing near their end anyways?
“Cal-! Umph!”
His arms were wrapped around her the moment he turned around, bringing her impossibly closer to his chest as he relished in her touch, memorizing the texture of her hair and the perfume that she used; the way her hands found their place on his back, tightening her grip; the way in which her chest rose and fell with ease, feeling how her heartbeat became comfortable in the embrace. All the things he’d learn but took for granted. All the things he couldn’t explain.
All the things that he might not get to have, he would savor them one last time.
If the people around them found it strange, or even appropriate for a husband to hug his wife, they didn’t say. They just spared them a quick look and moved on; they all had their own goodbyes to worry about.
After a few moments, Y/N broke the silence between them.
“Cal? Are you okay?” She felt Calum take a deep breath before pulling away from the embrace “Why did you offer to go back to the castle?”
“Could you tell me that if I hadn’t done it, you wouldn’t have volunteered instead?”
And there it was: The question that they both knew the answer to; the one that explained Calum’s rush and assertiveness.
Y/N took a step back, looking at Calum with big doe eyes that served as a reminder of her age. She was still a child, barely twenty-one. They were all children forced to grow up fast.
“That’s not fair”
“No, what’s not fair is you wanting to put yourself in situations of grave danger!” Calum raised his voice with every word, scolding her “We talked about this, Y/N!”
“They are my people, Calum”
“And you’re my wife!”
“I’m more than just your wife!”
“Do you think I don’t know that?!” He yelled, eyes opened wide and filled with tears “Every single fucking day of my life I wake up knowing that you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, and it terrifies me to know how easily I could lose you! Don’t you get it? Your life is worth more than I can say and it kills me to know that I can’t protect you!”
“I can defend myself,”
“Congratulations! You’re still not going”
Calum turned around, ignoring the looks of the bypassers as he made his way back to the training field. He could still feel Y/N’s eyes burning into his skull, knowing she was following him.
“So, that’s it?!” She yelled, her teary voice breaking at the end “You get to decide for me because you’re scared of me getting hurt, so I’m to stay here wondering whether you’re alive or not?! How is that fair?!”
“We are not to discuss this any longer-”
“Oh, fuck off!” She said, walking faster and getting in front of him to cut his way. Calum was still unable to meet her eyes “Look at me, Cal. Why are your fears of me getting hurt not the same as me worrying about you?”
“Y/N…”
“I watched you die in front of me! I saw the pool of blood you left that day in the woods, I called your name and you wouldn’t wake up! I thought you were dead for nearly a day and it nearly killed me. I would’ve died with you that day. So don’t you dare say it’s not the same; don’t you dare leave me behind once again. I lost you once and I’m not going to lose you again”
“It’s not the same,” He said through gritted teeth, still not looking directly at her.
“Why?!”
“Because I’m no one!”
Y/N was taken aback by the volume of his voice. Calum has never yelled like that before, but, at the same time, Calum has never looked so broken before.
His shoulders were tense as he looked up at the sky, battling with the tears that were threatening to come out. His hands were shaking and he tried to hide them, not wanting anyone - not even his wife, to know how terrified he actually was.
“If you die, is not just me who would carry the pain” He explained, voice so delicate it could break at any second “If you die, you have a kingdom that will be left without its princess; a brother that will be left without a sister; a martyr that died too young before she even got the chance to live! Y/N, I’ve always known that you were more than just my wife. You’re the hope for a bright future that’s to come. And me? Who will remember a stable lad?”
“Calum, that’s not-”
“I have nothing left but you. I have no home, I have no family. If I lost you, I’ll have nothing. You’re my everything, my rose, and I will do everything in my power to keep you from harm. You have so much left to live for, and I know you’ll be strong enough to keep going after I’m gone. I believe in you, Y/N. I’m devoted to you like a saint, for I have prayed to every god yet none of them care for me the way you do, I owe you my life. And the least I can do is make sure you can live yours fully”
Y/N cried silently at his words, trembling lips fighting against a sob. Calum took a step closer to her, cupping her cheek and placing a small, lingering kiss to her forehead.
“I love you more than anything, my rose” He whispered “Please, don’t let my love go to waste and let me go. I promise I’ll do anything to get back to you”
The words she could’ve said got stuck in her throat as he pulled away one last time, giving her one last look before he went back on his way, leaving the princess standing alone in the field.
*
The sun was starting to set when Calum came back to their tent, tired and with most of his muscles aching due to training, even if he spent the last hour with the Committee planning how he’ll infiltrate the castle and bring the message to the crows.
“My name is Calum Hood, I come in the name of the rightful king, Ashton Fletcher Irwin. You have a chance to do the right thing, join our fight and get a pardon for treason against the nation”
A bit rehearsed, not something Calum would choose to say to a bunch of scared young men to convince them to switch sides in the middle of a battle. But it was what the committee deemed propped and simple, if they wanted an out, he would offer them one.
The plan was that he would get a few hours of sleep and he’ll leave by midnight, alone. He would enter the castle by the dungeon’s secret passage and get to the soldiers’ sleeping quarters; if he succeeded without getting caught, he would be back by dawn. In the meantime, the troops will begin to move toward the castle, trying to get some sort of advantage on the territory. They will be at Richard’s door before the sun starts illuminating the fields.
Calum knows how risky this is. He knows that entering enemy lines could be considered a bad move, especially when it was clear to all of them that Richard knew what he was doing. If he gets wind of what their new plan is, Calum will be dead by morning.
Still, he had to try. Not only for RoseWood and Y/N. But for all of his friends that were forced to turn on their nation; for all of the families that were broken; and the ones who didn’t make it. If he could bring them peace, if he could bring them to safety, it’ll all be worth it.
It was a noble duty despite its dangers. He wasn’t surprised when Y/N suggested it. If there is something he prides himself with is knowing his wife’s heart. Always so pure and kind, so selfish even though sometimes that drives him mad, it was something he respected and admired. And maybe that’s why he offered to do this job even before she had a chance to do it herself. He wanted to prove himself to her, be deserving of such heart, such kindness.
He feels as though he has failed her so many times in the past, unable to protect her from her father or Jack… he is not to fail again.
With that thought in mind, he wondered where she was. Maybe she was back at the infirmary or maybe she was helping Charlotte take care of Daisy. He thought to look for her, but the moment he sat upon the bed and took off his shirt, the exhaustion of the day came crashing into him.
But luckily, almost as if she read his mind, Y/N appeared at the door.
“Oh,” She said, surprised “I didn’t think you’d be back here”
Calum’s heart broke at the sound of her voice, so fragile and small. She’d never acted like that in front of him before, not even when he found out about the leaves.
“I can leave, if you want,” She offered “I can go and stay with Charlotte tonight or-“
“Stay,” He said way too quickly “Stay, please? I- I want you here, rose. I want you with me if that’s okay with you”
The seconds it took Y/N to answer with a nod seemed like ages to him until she finally crossed the entrance. She was still wearing her apron, the one maesters were required to use when working, and the expression of her face read of tiredness alongside a grim shadow. He didn’t quite catch it then, but it was clear that something was bothering her to the point of erasing all evidence of the smile he loved so much.
“I brought you some tea,” She said, and only then did Calum notice the small mug she held in her hands “I thought you might need strength after training, especially knowing what you’re about to do-“ She stopped herself from going into that topic again “I was going to leave it near your side of the bed and then go back to the infirmary, but-“
Calum got up from the bed and strode over to where she was standing, cutting her off as his hand went to cup her jaw and captured her lips in a tender kiss. The mug on her hand nearly fell to the ground as she got completely blindsided by the action, but welcomed it nonetheless, kissing him back with all of her might and never wanting to let go.
He pulled away for an instant only to kiss her again, and again, and again; getting drunk on her taste and the sweetness lingering on every kiss, humming when he felt her smile against his lips.
“You’re perfect” He whispered, eyes shining in fondness and adoration.
Y/N gave him a sad, small smile “I’m far from it”
Calum shook his head, softly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
“You have no idea, do you? How every star pales in comparison to your light and how every rose would beg to be your bouquet. The way birds stop singing when you talk just to hear your voice, and how the sun burns brighter when he’s in your presence”
She smiled, pushing him away playfully as she made her way to their bed “You’re imagining things”
“I’m just describing the truth of my feeling every time I see you, my rose” He confessed, sitting right next to her as he accepted the mug filled with tea “Truthfully, I should’ve done that sooner. Should’ve done that every day of my life”
Y/N rested her head over his shoulder as he drank his tea, watching him carefully as she said:
“I don’t want you to think that I'm not thankful for you, Calum” She sighed, making him look at her, frowning upon seeing tears in her eyes “Let it be no doubt in your mind that you’re the light of my life, my best friend and my partner. I have loved you all my life and it’ll never stop, not even if death tears us apart. You’re more than just your name, you’re worth more than you believe yourself to be, and it kills me that you don’t see yourself the way that I do”
“Y/N…”
“You have saved me in more ways than one, countless times. You had loved me and made me feel deserving of it, even when my debt to you might never be paid. I’m so thankful for you and for all that you’ve done. You’re a great man, Calum Hood, and I’m honored to be called your wife”
Calum couldn’t say anything back as she leaned over for one more kiss. This time it was more urgent, needy, and heartbreaking. It felt too much like the last kiss and he couldn’t keep his mind out of it.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
She pulled away slowly, almost as if she was being forced to leave the comfort of the kiss. He heard her crying, but Calum could not open his eyes.
“I love you, Calum” His eyelids were heavy, his body almost numbed “I love you so much”
“Y/N, what is…?” His voice was drifting, the sound of the outside world was fading into nothingness as he felt himself fall deeper and deeper.
“Please, do forgive me”
“No…”
And then, it all went dark.
*
He woke up with a dry throat, almost jumping out of bed with words left unsaid, covered in a cold sweat despite the weather being breezy. What did he dream, he couldn’t remember. He didn’t think he dreamt at all. He just remembers the feeling of some familiar hands caressing his cheek, whispering something too close to an apology before he fell asleep.
There was too much noise outside; horses running and whining, people shouting accompanied by the different sounds of steel clashing against different surfaces. Shadows were projecting inside his tent, shadows of men running around with torches and swords, all of them speaking different tongues that Calum could not understand.
How much time did he sleep? The last thing he remembered was…
Oh. Oh, no.
He jumped out of bed and sprinted outside as fast as he could, barely even putting on his shirt as he ran barefoot across the field, calling her name and crashing against other soldiers as he prayed that he wasn’t too late.
“Charlotte!” He yelled when he spotted his friend over at the infirmary tent “Charlotte!”
The woman snapped at the sound of her name, eyes widening in shock when she realized who had been calling her.
“Calum! What are you doing here?!”
“Where’s-“ He panted “What time is it?! What’s going on?! Where’s Y/N?!”
Charlotte tried to call him down, placing her hands at either side of his shoulders as she helped him breathe.
“It’s past midnight already, the troops are getting ready to leave at any minute!” She answered, but Calum could barely hear her over the pounding in his ears and the echo of a name.
“Y/N- Where’s Y/N?!”
Charlotte blinked up at him “I- I thought she was with you”
Calum fell to his knees in that instant, scraping them against the dirt. His head was about to explode, screaming in silence, calling her name in the dark. He should’ve known, he should’ve known!
She couldn’t. She wouldn’t!
His breath was short and fast, he was hyperventilating as the beating of his heart ran a thousand miles per hour. He failed her. Once again, he failed to protect her.
Charlotte called for a maester, for anyone that could help. But once again Calum blocked the sound, repeating Y/N’s words over and over again in his head, trying to find a way in which he could stop her. But it was too late.
His eyes were staring straight forward, across the trees that guarded the woods he knew so well, at the direction of the castle where his wife was now heading to her death.
Since I did something wrong and I can’t seem to fix it (I can’t add new things to my masterlist), I’ve created a new masterlist.
I’m sorry for the inconvenience, this isn’t fun for me either :(
** = sexual content
* = contains references of sexual content
Happy reading!
Harry Styles
#1 But I bet you if they only knew part 1**, part 2**, part 3
#2 The wolves come out
#3 Listen to me for once
#4 Loaded gun **
#5 Something to talk about when we’re older**
#6 Feeling better?
#7 Faking it*
#8 You already had me with that bucket of ice cream
#9 Going under
#10 Love you, goodbye *
#11 Family Portrait
#12 Thank you part 1, part 2
#13 She said she’d never forget part 1, part 2
#14 Give in tonight **
#15 I want **
#16 Feverishly protective
#17 No other place
#18 A.M. part 1**, part 2, part 3
#19 Taken ** (Niall smut), Taken 2 ** (Harry smut)
#20 Unfaithful part 1, part 2* part 3
#21 Well, if you don’t have anything else planned..
#22 Secret Love part 1, part 2
#23 Sparkling Green **
#24 Pillow Talk
#25 A little teasing
#26 One long car ride **
#27 Yes or No?
#28 A hard day
#29 Blowing out your candles **
#30 Not a Halloween party
#31 Let’s take a break part 1* ,part 2*
#32 Not done with you*
#33 Blind date part 1, part 2
#34 Just what I need part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6* part 7** part 8
#35 This isn’t so bad
#36 Last call**
#37 Bow ties and Blowjobs part 1** part 2**
#38 BBQ and Sangria part 1 part 2
#39 Lucky night**
#40 A warm hello*
#41 Shirts
#42 Treat you better
#43 Fireworks
#44 Say that again*
#45 Sweet creature
#46 Meet me in the hallway
#47 Kiwi*
#48 Apologies
#49 Maybe one day*
#50 Maybe I do
#51 Surprising Secret**
Louis Tomlinson
#1 There is nobody else
Calum Hood
#1 Dripping wet part 1** part 2**
#2 Aftershow
#3 00:06 AM**
#4 Tumblr**
#5 Support*
#6 Just Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7** Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18* Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22**
#7 Neighbours part 1**, part 2**
#8 Grow a pair**
#9 Pledging part 1 part 2**
#10 Jealousy **
#11 Two Worlds (Halloween theme)
#12 Marry her anyway (Calum’s POV)
#13 Second chances (Halloween theme)
#14 All I wanted part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27**, part 28, part 29, part 30
#15 Halloween Horror Nights
#16 Another go **
#17 Party of the year
#18 Shabby Sandcastles part 1, part 2
#19 Bachelorettes
#20 Do you love me?
#21 Something tells me
#22 Morning
Michael Clifford
#1 Hold your breath*
Ashton Irwin
#1 S.O.S.
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A/n: Jughead is becoming infatuated with a photography student who shares the same english class, what happens when y/n may have captured a picture of Jason Blossom’s killer?
Y/n pov -
You were in the dark room just behind the photography studio in school, developing some photos you had taken the night before. Looking back at the photos taken of the River and the nature flourishing around it. No one had really been back to the River since Jason’s body was recovered but you couldn’t help going to capture the beauty around. You loved the way you could create art in one single snap of a second, then the moment was yours to hold forever.
You take a look at one of the photos you took of a tree and notice a figure walking in the background. You couldn’t help the nauseous feeling in your stomach at the fact it could have been someone following you, Jason’s killer even. You push the feeling to the back of your head shaking your head, hanging the photo up to dry. You collect your things and unlock the dark room door opening it only to bump into a chest. You look up to see Jughead Jones, tall dark and handsome, staring at you with his always present pissed off facial expression.
“I’m so sorry Jughead, I wasn’t looking where I was going” you explained looking up to his gaze with apologetic eyes. he simply shuffled passed you awkwardly mumbling an “okay” you just shook your head and walked passed Archie stood next to the door. What were they even doing in the studio they didn’t take photography?
Truth of the matter is you’ve been bumping into Jughead an awful lot lately, you were unsure why because your paths had never crossed before, he just always seems to be around whenever you are lately.
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(Later that day)
You sat in your usual booth at Pops, camera in your hands looking through photos you’d recently taken. Regulars of the diner waltz in, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Jughead, they walk straight past you and go over to their usual booth, ordering food and talking intently.
Jughead’s POV -
Me and guys headed to our booth at Pops when I saw her again, just sitting there looking at her camera, she was so captivating I don’t know why but I was just drawn to her. We shared the same English class, she sat three seats away me, everytime I’m near her I just get weird and awkward and end up coming across rude.
“Hey that’s Y/n from English lit right?” Archie suddenly pipes up nodding his head towards the lonesome girl in the booth. “uh yeah, think so” i grumble and put my head down opening up my laptop.
“why don’t you go and sit with her, she’s almost as secluded as you” Veronica jokes lightly pushing my shoulder. “No I don’t wanna sit with her, I don’t even know the girl, besides she’s busy with her camera or whatever” I continue to brush off the people pestering me. “Oh you know you have a crush on her, just go and talk to her” Betty adds.
“Who said I have a crush on her?” I fire back defensively “You did. Just there, stop being so difficult and go talk to the girl” i just frown and shake my head. Archie kicks my leg under the table and gestures towards her.
With a sigh i get up and approach Y/N’s booth, “uh hi mind if I sit?” I ask her she jumps and drops her camera on the table looking up to me with wide eyes. “I uh- yeah sure” I jump down onto the seat beside her and she shuffles round the booth a little. I examine her as she takes a sip from her milkshake and looks back at her camera. “If you don’t mind me asking why are you here?” she quizzes me with a confused look upon her face.
“well, I just noticed you were alone and thought I’d come keep you company, if you don’t mind that is” i replied matter of factly. “So Jughead Jones, perhaps the king of riding solo was concerned for another human beings loneliness” she giggled towards me.
I shook my head with a breathy laugh and look towards her camera.
Y/N POV -
I notice him looking towards my camera and I suddenly become protective, my hands tightening around it slightly. “can I see some of your pictures?” he asks looking genuinely interested, I hesitate before answer slightly pushing it towards him. “ Um they aren’t that great but yeah I guess” I press the play button on my camera and we scroll through the pictures. He gets closer to me as we scroll, his arm leaning behind me on the booth, I subconsciously lean in closer to him as he looks at a picture in more detail.
“Y/N these are incredible, when do you take these?” he inquires looking at the camera amazed, for all the time I’ve known him i’ve never seen him this, well exhilarated he always seems so glum. “Uh these ones are from the summer onwards, I just take pictures when I’m bored, I like capturing a moment and finding beauty in it, I like to think that in some alternate universe everytime I take a picture, time freezes just for a moment. It’s dumb but it’s nice to be optimistic” I let out a small giggle and a smile. He just looks at me in amazement. “That’s kinda beautiful, it’s eccentric, I like it.” he smiles
we scroll through a couple more photos when he discovers something. “hey when was this taken” Jughead says looking intently at the photo by the river, I click on the photo and the date comes up, July 4th. The day Jason went missing at the river I just so happened to be taking photos of. “whats wrong?” I ask looking concerned at the photo.
“Look there’s somebody there, on the other side of the river, behind that tree..” he points out zooming into the photo. “What, no. there can’t be” i breathe out in disbelief, I take the camera and zoom right into the area he was talking about, just there on the screen was a dark figure standing just behind a tree. “ I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before” i say shocked. Jughead’s arm comes down to my side as we examine the photo but it was too dark to see who it was.
“Is there anyway we can make this clearer? you may have caught Jason’s killer on camera” just the thought sent shivers down my spine, I stare blankly for a moment, Jughead’s hand coming in contact with my thigh in a soothing manner, he could tell I was freaked out.
“um I think if i can crop the picture on my laptop and edit it to lower the contrast and adjust the brightness we may be able to see a bit clearer” I say.
“Don’t worry about it right now, lets just forget about it for a while and chill yeah?” he says quietly, still sensing my nervousness towards the situation. “Do you wanna head back to the Drive-In with me?” he suggests a smile on his face.
“the drive-in?” i question “Yea, uh thats where I reside” he says with a beautiful smug look contorted on his face. I just smile and nod and we get up exiting the Diner.
We go to the drive in and Jughead takes me into the projection room where there was a bed set up and a bunch of posters. “wow you’ve got the perfect nihilistic teenage sad boy room, haven’t you” i giggle. “Hey!” He playfully punches my arm “I’m kidding, it’s actually quite perfect” i sigh sitting myself down on his bed. I take my phone out playing some music on a playlist and put it to the side. ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie comes on, Jughead looks at me in disbelief “you like good music too, damn” he says shaking his head, I just laugh and get up off the bed pulling him to dance with me, the silly flailing limbs just displayed the perfectness of the scene. We were two weird lonely kids joining together . Now we just need to discover who was in that photo.
summary: You are doing the laundry when a certain gray hat is found. (Sorry the summary is short. This imagine is kinda short)
a/c: I’m planning on adding more chapters to this if you guys want it *wink wink*.
word count: 524
“Ugh…Why did I even agree to that stupid ass bet”, you say as you struggle to carry the laundry basket full of Jughead’s clothes to the washroom. A sigh was released through your parted lips as you drop the basket on the table near the washing machine.
Both you and Jughead agreed to a bet on who could finish their milkshakes first at Pop’s. The loser had to do the winner’s laundry for a week straight. If it wasn’t for your small appetite, due to all the french fries that were previously eaten, you lost.
As you began to sort through the pile of clothes, something caught your eye. You cautiously picked it up, in case it was a pair of underwear. As you examined it, you realised that it was the one and only hat. The hat. It must have fallen in because Jughead only washes it when he needed to, and to you, it was clean enough. You looked around, just in case someone was looking and you put it on. The hat was warm and at the same time, smelled like him. It was slightly big to the point that it hid your eyes.
When you lifted it up, you saw Jughead, leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed. You feel your cheeks warm up as you look up at his eyes. He slowly walks to you with no expression on his face. His hand reaches your head and adjusts the hat, so he could get a better sight of your face. You feel your cheeks warm up even more.
He lets out a sigh of satisfaction with his hands now cupping your cheeks. His lips parted as if he had something to say, yet nothing came out. You both stood there, for a few seconds, feeling as if time stood still, like in the movies. But, reality hits you as he clears his throat, and you feel the warmth of his hands leave your skin.
“You don’t look terrible in that hat”, he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Not, as good as me, of course”, he says with a wink, slowly regaining his confidence.
You liked him. Or maybe even loved him. You grabbed him by his shirt and before you realised, his chest was now pressed against yours and you did not know if it was your heart that was beating rapidly, or his. The warmth on your cheeks came back, as you felt a pair of hands land on your lower back. Attempting to look up at him, you raise your head, yet failing when the beanie that was still on your head, blocked your sight. You hear a chuckle escape from his lips.
“You are too fucking cute for your own good”, he mutters, pulling you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head.
“Am I cute enough to get out of doing the laundry?”
“Nice try, sweetheart”, he answered, smiling at the nickname he gave you. He then released you from the hug, taking the hat off your head, turning around, walking back to the living room.
Request: “please write the next chapter to nobody needs to know!!! i’m so hooked on it x”
Prompts: #38 “He better only be just a friend.”
Warnings: I honestly didn’t intend the ending to be the way it is, but I was feeling it.
A/N: I’m overjoyed at the response this got! If you like my writing, feel free to comment or go to my ask box and request something you’d want to read. I’ll probably do a part 4, as this seems to be something you guys want to continue and honestly I’m having fun writing it :)
My requests are always open!
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You aren’t sure how long you stand out there, taking strength from the friends that stayed in the cold to prepare for any outcome. What you are sure of is that Jughead watched the entire exchange, seeing him turn away through the window just as the group dispersed and started the trek to Archie’s house.
Veronica calls an emergency sleepover, and it was unanimously decided that it would be at Archie’s house. Betty’s mom didn’t like V or Archie, Veronica was almost one hundred percent sure her mom would jokingly flirt with you three to embarrass her, and having your parents ask what was wrong is exactly the conversation you did not want to have.
On the way there, everyone calls their respective parents.
“No, dad, we’re all just missing each other lately and want to spend some time at Archie’s.”
Your dad, protective and yet also thinks he’s a comedian, pretends Archie is news to him. “Who is this boy? Is he nice? He better not be ginger. Back in my day,” you groan, “they just didn’t have souls. Now I’ve heard they steal them!” He laughs, but you just roll your eyes.
“Dad, I know you know Archie. We’re walking there now, I’ll text you once we get there. His dad is there right now but I think he’s going out later, so no worries about me being unsupervised nor any jokes about being killed in my sleep by a creepy old man.”
“He’s leaving later though, huh?” You sigh, knowing exactly where this is going.
“Dad, you’ve known Archie for years. This joke isn’t funny anymore, just annoying. Actually, anymore implies it was funny the first time you did it when I was twelve. No, gingers aren’t heartless. Yes, you know Archie. He lives a block over. No, we won’t be doing any canoodling, he’s just a friend.” You hear your friends all laugh, knowing exactly what your dad is trying to pull. He’s done it to everyone. You distinctly remember him once questioning you about a “dog of a friend” sleeping in your bed, pretending as if he hadn’t just bought the family a dog the day prior.
“He better only be just a friend.”
“Goodbye, dad.”
“Night. kiddo. Have a good time. Don’t forget to let me know when you all get to Archie’s.”
“Will do.”
You send off a text to your father as you walk in the door, heading straight to the kitchen. Everyone’s stomach had growled on the walk here, making the group realize that the capital-i Incident had prevented anyone from eating a full meal.
Rummaging through Archie’s fridge, you hear the soft plunks of pillows and blankets being tossed to the floor in preparation for the sleepover.
You know the conversation that is to come. How long is it acceptable to stand alone in a kitchen before it gets suspicious?
Sighing, you grab the pasta sauce, tomatoes, and spinach from the fridge then head to the pantry for pasta noodles.
Your friends mercifully tend to their nest making and allow you to make dinner while giving you time alone. You feel a scalding sensation on your hand and look up, rubbing the burn.The time on the microwave reads 9:56 pm, and you realize you’ve been standing at the stove for twenty minutes while the pasta has has been bubbling over, the splash hitting your hand as it spilled.
After scooping everyone a serving into a bowl, you set all of the food on Archie’s coffee table in the center of the room, surrounding which are the blankets they’ve artfully laid out. Stopping only to bid a farewell to Fred as he walks out the door, you take the spot in the center and curl up, letting the warmth from the bowl seep into your freezing fingers.
Your friends thank you for the dinner, and a while is spent with only the sound of Archie flipping the channels on the television.
It’s Betty that dissipates the silence.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. He said something about you and we thought you had told him and I feel so bad about-”
“Don’t,” you say with a sigh. You set your bowl onto the table and slip further into your blanket. “It’s my own fault. If I had just realized before it was too late that I had a crush, then I maybe could have distanced myself.” You look at all three surrounding you, and give a small smile. “I’m sure he just needs time, like he said. We’ll be fine in a couple days.”
Veronica slams her bowl down. “I just don’t get it!” Everyone’s head snaps to her. “You both seemed so enthralled with each other, I was sure he felt the same way. Or at least that he cared enough to not drop you just because you had the audacity to feel more for him than he might for you,” she finished sarcastically.
You shake your head, hoping that she won’t be too angry at Jug. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. “It’s just a bit awkward now. We’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“So,” Archie starts, a little hesitant, “You, uh, haven’t exactly told us what happened,” he points out, hand rubbing the nape of his neck.
And so the story begins. You tell them his reaction after they had left the diner, the hurt you felt. When you start to tell them about your plead with him for the two of you to move past it, the spiral of panic about being left out of the group, they stop you.
“Whoa, Y/N, slow down for a minute. Why would you ever think that?” Betty asks, concern coloring her voice.
“Don’t you ever, for even a second, think that we would stop caring for you just because there’s tension between you and Jughead.” Her fierce protectiveness is evident as Veronica scoots closer to you, throwing her arms around you.
“Yeah, Y/N/N. You’re pretty cool and stuff, we wouldn’t do that to you.”
Everyone laughs as Archie gets embarrassed, not knowing how to comfort you but trying his best. A sudden warmth starts in your stomach as you realize the support that your friends have shown all night.
“Thank you guys. I appreciate you hanging out with me as I wallow in pity,” you say, scrunching your nose at the thought of you in the middle of self-pity. You grab the remote from Archie. “Let’s find the worst movie currently streaming and just relax, yeah?” Everyone agrees, and the rest of the night is spent critiquing whatever movie was the subject of your fancy, support coming from the mere presence of such wonderful friends.
After the sleepover had dispersed the next morning, Archie heading off for Saturday football practice and the three girls all agreeing a shower was in order, you head home.
Once you shut your door, the bliss of being alone hits. You love your friends, and them being there despite you insisting everything was fine meant a lot, but you really needed to time to process by yourself.
The steam from your shower is stifling, but something about the scalding water makes you feel truly cleansed.
You check your phone: no messages. You turn the ringer on and the volume up, before tossing it across the bed and starting up your laptop.
Ten minutes pass. You check that you did, in fact, turn your ringer on. You did. No messages.
An hour passes, and you turn your phone off and then back on again, checking the signal. Full bars. No messages.
You throw your phone into a drawer. When you leave your house, your bedroom door is still open.
[A/N: Okay, so I wrote this to get myself out of a little writing rut, below is the little scenario I came up with, it’s only a little something and it isn’t taking itself too seriously but I hope you like it! Also it is nearly 2.am for me so sorry if this is riddled with errors!]
Jughead hates (Y/N), her sunny disposition is unbearable: her smile is too wide, her laugh is too sweet, and her eyes are too bright. She is in fact the exact antithesis of Jughead Jones and he resents that.
He resents the day that she was ever introduced to the group, because since that day she has been nothing but an annoying distraction.
Her agreeing to join the Blue & Gold could possibly the worst thing that could ever happen to him but being partnered with him? Somebody had to be kidding, right?
‘You just never shut up do you?’ Jughead Jones lifted his head from his laptop, his eyebrows were furrowed together and he wore a sour expression.
‘Jughead!’ Betty scolded and hit him lightly on the arm.
‘Well you know, some of us don’t want to listen to your incessant ramblings on about insignificant things, and by some of us – I mean me.’
‘If you don’t like it then you know where the door is Jug.’ Veronica pointedly stated, her meticulous eyebrow raised in annoyance.
‘I got here first, she knows where the door is.’ He grumbled tossing (Y/N) a mean look.
(Y/N) had gotten used to this attitude by now. At first his unprovoked attacks on her had cut, deeply if she had to admit it, but after six months of sharing a booth she now remained unfazed by the latest comments.
‘If you were paying any attention Jug,’ (Y/N) sweetly smiled, ‘you’d know that I was talking about the Blue and Gold, and how I can’t wait to come and help out with it.’
‘No.’ He stated simply, he looked towards Betty. ‘Betty, no.’
‘Actually yes, Jug.’ Betty smiled at (Y/N) brightly as she backed her up.
‘Oh yeah, and what are you going to write?’ Jughead scoffed. ‘Wait no, let me guess – you’re going to be Agony Aunt Columnist.’
‘No actually,’ (Y/N) huffed, ‘I’m going to be helping you.’
Before Jughead could begin to protest, Betty jumped in.
‘(Y/N), has connections Jug. Connections that you don’t have. Connections that will prove to be useful.’
Jughead scowled, he hopped over the back of the booth and stomped his way out of the diner, laptop under his arm.
‘Well, this should be fun.’ (Y/N) vibrantly smiled.
-
Jughead stalked the halls of the empty high school. Tonight was the first night he would be spending going through all the evidence (Y/N) had accumulated over the week, to say that he was dreading it would be an understatement.
He had actively avoided coming into contact with her over the week, if he was going to spend a full night alone with her he needed to reserve as much tolerance as he could. This meant: abandoning Pop’s, evading Veronica’s bi-weekly movie night and missing Archie’s football game.
Anywhere she would likely be, he dodged.
What he didn’t expect to find, as he traversed through the quiet halls, was a sight most spectacular. As he neared the designated room for the Blue and Gold, Jughead could hear the faint melody of a familiar song travelling by echo through the corridor. The closer he got, the more recognisable it became.
Simple Plan? He thought curiously to himself. So early 2000’s.
The image that graced him was something precious to behold.
In the centre of the room (Y/N) stood, pencil in hand, eyes closed, and passionately singing along to Simple Plan’s I’m Just A Kid. She danced with abandon, hopped from one foot to the other, sang into the pencil.
Jughead stood by the window of the door, eyes transfixed and unable to shift the smile that had crept onto his lips. As the song began to reach its climax she picked up another pencil and began to drum the rhythm on the table. Jughead’s smile only got wider as she continued to dance and sing to the song and then the gig was up.
(Y/N) opened her eyes mid jump and saw the grinning face of Jughead Jones staring back through the window at her. She immediately scrambled to switch the music off and a very smug Jughead opened the door.
‘Oh please,’ he begged, ‘do not stop on my account.’
(Y/N) stood stoically, her hands folded in front of her.
‘Simple Plan? Seriously? I would not have pegged you as a fan of theirs.’
(Y/N) turned her back to the boy and went to take a seat at the desk.
‘Well, Jughead Jones, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.’ She glanced backwards at the boy still stood in the doorway, her eyes glittered brightly and she offered a charming smile.
After watching her little performance, Jughead Jones felt more than a little inclined to know every single thing about the alluring girl that sat in front of him.
Just gonna tag my usual’s - if you wanna be tagged or untagged ever than just let me know:
Request: Could you do a jughead x reader fic where they’re best friends, and basically the same people, always roasting everyone in their friend group. (Betty, Archie, etc) jughead is always comforting the reader and when Veronica comes to school, she thinks they’re dating cause they way they treat each other. Then they start cuddling and lots of fluff
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Thank you for the request, this was a super cute idea! I really enjoyed writing this! Remember, requests have recently been closed!
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Warnings: none.
“You’re really telling me they aren’t dating?” Veronica asked, her voice hushed but surprised as her eyes focused on the pair in front of her. Betty laughed, amused by her new friends surprise.
“Yup.” She smiled, also looking over at the pair. Archie blinked, confused of what they were talking about, and snapping out of his musings, he turned around staring in the same direction as the ladies before him. Smiling knowingly when he saw who the two were looking at.
“Jughead and Y/N?” Archie grinned, turning back to Betty and Veronica.
“Yeah, but she’d totally right. They’re like endgame.” Kevin agreed.
Veronica laughed at Kevin, before letting her head rest in her palm. “How long have they been friends?”
“For as long as we can remember. Even before Archie and I were friends. Even before Archie and Jughead were friends.” Betty explained, turning back around so she didn’t get caught staring at two of her best friends.
“I think we should set them up!” Veronica proposed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Betty smiled, suddenly excited by the idea and Kevin immediately agreed. All three of them turned towards Archie, expectedly as they waited for his answer. He remained silent.
“I don’t want to meddle in their affairs….” He mumbled.
“Oh Archiekins, we will be helping them! Has Jughead ever said anything about liking Y/N?”
“Not exactly, but he does always talk about her.” Archie thought back, nodding faintly.
“And Y/N is always gushing about ‘Juggie’.” Betty threw in.
“Then it’s settled. We will make a plan and set them together.”
You could feel eyes on you the minute you walked into Pop’s diner. Though you brushed it aside and the deep feeling that something was going to happen, bad or good, and walked over to her regular table with Jughead. Jughead immediately closed his laptop upon seeing you and smiled up at you.
You waved in greeting, sliding in the seat beside him as you huddled next to him. You noticed he already had your favourite drink, a strawberry smoothie ordered and in front of you, you smiled. “You didn’t have to Juggie.” You bumped his shoulder, already knowing about his living conditions and how money was sparse with him.
Jughead often spent nights at your house. Your mom was never home and you didn’t have a dad, so often you were by yourself. Jughead stayed to keep you company and you didn’t have to worry about whether he was safe or not.
“I wanted to.” He shrugged and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. He let a small smile slip and letting your eyes wander, you saw your best friends and the new girl setting in a booth a few seats away from you.
“Happy good times are here as well.” You laughed, teasing your group of friends secretly. Jughead leaned over, catching sight of them as well, seeing them staring at you and you rolled your eyes as he laughed.
“Hey, Juggie?”
“Yeah?”
“When are we gonna tell them about use dating?” You asked, staring up at Jughead. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.
“Don’t know. Why?” He asked.
“I just feel like their up to something.” You shrugged, little did you know how right you were.
All week was awkward. Well just strange. Your friends had spent the entire week trying to throw you and Jughead together in awkward, intimate moments. You’d known you were right last weekend when you though they were up to something, only you didn’t think they’d go to such depths to try and put you together.
You and Jughead had chosen to keep your relationship a secret seeing as you both were quite introverted. But, you’d always wanted to tell them, just the two of you never really got around to it. But now, you and Jughead had both agreed that this whole trying to set you up thing was becoming tiresome.
So, one night at Pop’s before they all could run off you and Jughead had cornered them, demanding answers. “So, besties, what’s happening?” You asked, a wide grin on your face as you sat next to Jughead. You were practically on his lip, his arm arounds your waist and him leaning behind you.
Archie, Betty and Veronica sat squished in front of you, grins on their faces at your guys positions but a guilt look plastered on their faces. “We don’t know what you mean.” Betty shrugged, trying to play it off cool.
Veronica shrugged as well. You laughed. “Okay, ninjas we know you’re up to something. What are you trying to do?” Jughead asked, a bored look on his face. You elbowed him, telling him to take more fun of the situation.
“They wanted to!” Archie suddenly said, Veronica and Betty looked over and glared at him before V sighed.
“Listen, we just thought you two would make a cute couple so we’ve been trying to set you two up. We, I, don’t know why you aren’t together already, but whatever.” Veronica explained.
You suddenly started laughing, and Jughead rolled his eyes, leaning up to rest his head on your shoulder. “That’s sweet guys,” you smiled sincerely. “but….” You started, turning to Jughead who looked back.
“We’re already together.” Jughead finished for you, and you smiled. Looking back at your friends, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at their blank faces.
“What!” Betty shrieked, staring confused. Archie had his mouth open and Veronica just smirked, “how long?”
“A year?” You guessed, it was approximately around there.
“Yup.”
“And you never told us?” Archie asked, finally closing his mouth.
“We just never really thought it was that important.” Jughead shrugged, taking a bite out of his burger. The three in front of you shared at look at each other as you two fell into your own conversation, smiling at each other.
Even though you hadn’t told them, they couldn’t help but smile in amusement. You and Jughead were just two cute for your own good.
Plot: Betty wants you two to investigate the murder together because you can cover more ground, well, that’s what you two think
Notes: Stubborn! Reader
“No.”
“No.”
“Oh my gosh you guys have something in common, see? This will work great.”
Jughead and Y/N stared at each other before scowling and turning back to Betty.
“Jughead writes like an emo, not happening.”
“Well at least I don’t write like a 13 year-old girl who doesn’t know the difference between which and witch.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped as she stared at Jughead, pissed and annoyed to be stuck in this situation, and that’s when the all to well known bickering of Jughead Jones and Y/N L/N started.
Betty sighed as she watched to two writers bicker back and forth, why Veronica suggested Betty should do this in a attempt to get them to stop fighting was beyond her. But here Betty was standing and watching them verbally pounce at each other.
“Y/N please, you owe me a favour, and Jughead you’re not sharing or merging your book, you’re getting a new side-”
“A useless side really.”
Betty looked disappointed at Jughead’s remark as Y/N rolled her eyes bitterly, she took a step away from Jughead and looked towards Betty pleadingly, “I owe you a favour, a date with Satan, isn’t a favour.”
“It isn’t a date Y/N! I think you two have some interesting stuff, just spend two days together and then decide whether or not this could work, then no more favour and Jughead can have this computer and the article to himself!”
Their was a silence for a moment as the two paused, contemplating, but Jughead stared at Betty begrudgingly, but Y/N cut in before he could say something, “I’ll do it.”
Betty smiled relieved before awaiting an answer from Jughead, “…I’m going to regret this.”
Betty released a small squeal and jump, “Possibly! But that doesn’t matter ‘cause you guys are going to start working, I’ll let you to go off now bye!”
Betty had disappeared within a matter of seconds and left the two shocked and alone with each other, they turned to each other and released a groan in unison as they realised how the next two days were going to go.
Request from arronity: I know you said no part 3 for secret but…. omg, please, for me, can you write the 3rd part? Like it’s been weeks and she’s finally better, maybe she’s starting to date someone else and Jughead is jealous (the type of jealousy where he defends her not to go on the date) and finally one night they talk and he cries and bla bla bla. Lmao, I just love your writings, sorry!
I see that you guys don’t take no for an answer, as I got a few other requests on part 3, haha. It was my pleasure writing this anyway. I know I haven’t posted in a long time, I didn’t have time and I was lazy. But today I saw my crush 4 times in the hallways and I woke up to a pic of KJ’s and I’m all pumped up about writing, at least part 3!
Part 1
Part 2
It had been a few months now and you were better. You were yourself again and were ready to start dating again.
Well, not exactly, but Veronica said that it was time for you to go at least on a date with a hot guy from your school and Kevin had the same opinion. So, you did. I mean, not yet. You were working on it.
“You’re sure you’re not doing this just to get at Becky and Jughead?” Kevin asked for the tenth time today.
You and Becky managed to talk again, not like you used to, but baby steps. And you and Jughead were friends, you went out as friends a couple of times and nothing bad happened. Betty and Juggie finally came out as a couple a few days ago, and you tried to be happy. After all, the past is in the past and you were apart of the same group of friends.
“No. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go seduce Archie.” You smiled, and ruffled your hair so you’d give it a bit of volume.
Yes, you were trying to get Archie to ask you out. Not because you were trying to get at Betty and Jughead, because he had always been there for you. Not only when you felt miserable because your two favorite people betrayed you, always. He was so sweet, so you said why not give it a shot?
You got to his locker and smiled.
“Hi, Archie, what’s up?” You leaned against the locker next to his. “Nothing much. I wanted to go work on a song outside. Wanna join me?” He smiled. “Sure.”
But he didn’t get to work on the song. Not that he was complaining. You two just sat outside and talked, laughed and enjoyed spending time together. He made you feel so good and he didn’t even seem to be trying.
“Okay, I can’t just wait around, so I will talk.” You said after your laughter died a bit. “I’m listening.” He said. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me?”
He stared at you for a few seconds, and then started chuckling.
“Oh thank god, I was thinking you still needed some time.” He said. “I’ll pick you up this Friday at seven.” He got up. “Great! Where are we going?” You jumped up. “Surprise.” He said, as you two headed to class.
“Are you seriously going on a date with Archie?” Jughead ran into Pop’s. “How did you even find out?” You frowned, taking a sip from your (favorite flavor) milkshake. “Veronica told me.” He sat down.
You were here for a while and were kinda the only person in here. It was almost eight p.m, but you needed some time to think and Jughead seemed to know that he’d find you here. Because he knows you the best. And that’s crushing you.
“What’s your problem anyway?” You frowned. “Archie! My once best friend, but now close friend.” He said. “Betty! My closest friend but now friendly.” You said.
There was a moment of silence.
“Touche.” He said, taking a sip from your milkshake. “But you know I still care about you, right?” He added. “Maybe you do. But it’s Archie we’re talking about. He’s the sweetest boy in the whole Universe and don’t you dare disagree.” You said. “When he isn’t fucking music teachers…”Jughead muttered. “Okay, Grundy’s gone. She left Riverdale a month ago. Get over it.”
He just looked at you, and you looked at him. God, could he be any more perfect? That beautiful raven hair covered by that silly crown beanie that you adore and still want to take from him, just like he took away from you your happiness. Who does he think he is?
“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I know, it’s okay.” You smiled and got up. “Now gimme a hug before I leave.” You added, and opened your arms. “I ain’t gonna argue.” He smiled.
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (4)
[A/N: Okay so this is fourth time attempting to upload this chapter now! It’s been revised a little since it was last mistakenly uploaded, just the final part of the chapter. I feel a bit ‘blah’ on this one, I’m not 100% sold on it but that’s because I really just want to move onto the next chapter, I have so many good things to come! (I hope!)
I’m really thankful for all the messages as well, you’re all awesome and I’m loving that you’re loving this. Despite my feelings on this chapter I hope you enjoy it!]
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me: TEASER
Teaser. Teaser. Teaser.
Teaser for Chapter 5!
So I suppose this is a spoiler for my next chapter but I just wanted to get these 500 or so words off my chest. Read at your own peril! In the final version this could heavily edited!
And if you haven’t started reading this fic yet then you can start at the beginning over here.
Jughead didn’t return back to his home that night at the drive-in, he spent the night wandering the streets of Riverdale until a text from a certain Kevin Keller caught his attention.
As his phone buzzed in his pocket he tried his hardest not to hope that it was Mo, he knew that if he did he would be sadly mistaken and subsequently crushed.
The information contained in the text however was just enough to distract him from crushing thought that maybe he’d never receive a text from her again.
Kevin: Jug, you up? You’ve got to come down to the lake, I’ve found Jason’s body. Quick before my dad gets here.
With that information Jughead sprinted through the street and towards Riverdale Lake, it was a hard feat considering he could only breathe through his mouth, but he had to see this with his own eyes.
-
Jughead managed to spend a few minutes looking down at the body of Jason Bloom, water-bloated and decaying with a bullet-hole straight through his forehead, before long he could hear Sheriff Keller and the rest of squad making their way through the leaf terrain.
Jughead made the smart move to hide out of sight; he wasn’t supposed to be here and looking the way he did right now, with a blood stained face and clothes, it could raise some questions from the cops.
-
As the day began to break and Kevin’s and Moose’s texts got read by their friends, and their friends-friends, and their friends-friends-friends, more people began to turn up to the clearing at the lake and Jughead revealed himself from his hiding spot.
From across the way he spotted Archie, standing alone, their eyes caught each other and Jughead wasn’t sure how he looked but Archie appeared concerned for him. He nodded his head in a way that suggested he wanted Jughead to come over; Jughead was considering it until a small raven-haired girl dressed in black strolled up from behind him and linked her arm through his.
Archie he could forgive, but Veronica and Betty? Well that was going to take some time.
Jughead slunk off into the darkness of the trees and out of sight of the red-haired boy and brown-haired girl. Jughead watched as Archie tried the scan the crowds, but to no avail, he couldn’t see his friend. Jug continued to watch from behind the leafy green as Veronica marched up to Betty, she was speaking animatedly but that wasn’t Jughead’s focus. Standing just behind Betty was Mo, she was wearing his green hoodie -one that he’d left at her house months ago and she swore she couldn’t find it.
His eyes were transfixed on her, her anxious face scanning the crowd, was she looking for him?
He barely noticed the other people surrounding her until they were all turning to leave. He watched as Betty, Veronica and Kevin linked their arms together. His flickered back to Mo, just in time to witness Archie sling his arm around her shoulder and look at her warmly, he whispered something into her ear and she smiled.
Anon requests: hey hey hey :) i was wondering if i could request a jughead x reader where they’re best friends have been for as long as anyone could remember, but they’ve been in a relationship for quite a while now and nobody knows until the others (betty, kev, veronica and archie) notice one night when they’re all at pops that reader and jughead are sharing quick glances and yeah i think you might get what i mean, you don’t have to but i thought it was pretty cute :) x
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: The reader and Jughead have been keeping their relationship a secret, but their friends are growing tired of the sexual tension
Warnings: none
Word count: 715
A/N: so we hit 300 followers today?? This is insane, thank you guys so much for the support, you are all incredible!! Enjoy!
The heels of my boots clicked against the floor as I walked down the school hallway. I scanned everyone’s faces, searching for my boyfriend. An arm grabbed me and pulled me into an empty classroom. I looked up and saw my boyfriend.
“Jug!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You know I have to get to French class in a few minutes.”
“I know,” he smirked, “which means we have a few minutes.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“The bell’s gonna ring any second,” I whispered, my face inching closer to his. Jughead’s smirk faded into a smile as he leaned in.
“Better make every second count then,” he replied. Our lips were millimeters apart when the bell rang, causing me to jump out of his arms. When I saw him pouting, I winked before exiting the room.
“Au revoir, Jughead,” I called over my shoulder. He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile etched on his face.
Later that day, I was sitting with Betty and Veronica at lunch.
“So you’re still coming to Pop’s tonight, right (Y/N)?” Betty asked. I smiled and nodded.
“Of course!” I replied.
“And will Jughead be joining us tonight?” Veronica asked, her lips curving upwards in a smirk. I rolled my eyes but nodded.
“Yes he is,” I responded. Betty and Veronica shared a smirk, causing me to shake my head. “Oh my god, guys, I know what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Veronica waved her hand, dismissing me. “I know what you’re gonna say. You and Jughead have been BFFs since day one and blah blah blah ruin friendship and so on so forth.” She shook her head. “Whatever. You know what we have to say, and it’s your choice.” I laughed to myself, amused by Veronica and Betty’s lack of knowledge about mine and Jughead’s relationship. For a second, I considered telling them the truth. Instead, I just smiled and shrugged nonchalantly.
Jughead was the first person to arrive at Pop’s that evening. Once I arrived, he perked up and waved me over to the booth. When I sat down, he pecked me on the lips. I playfully pushed him away.
“Our friends are going to be here any second,” I scolded him with a smile. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
“We have to tell them eventually,” he reminded me, and I nodded.
“I know.” The jingle of the bell signaled someone new entered Pop’s, and we turned around to see Veronica walk in. I waved at her and she quickly caught sight of us, striding over to our booth. She slid into the seat across from us.
“Hey lovebirds,” she greeted with a smirk. I smiled back at her, unbothered.
“Hey, V,” I said. Kevin, Betty, and Archie arrived soon after, and we ordered our food and fell into a playful conversation. Occasionally, Jughead would steal some fries from my basket. In retaliation, I would take his onion rings. Our other four friends noticed these playful exchanges. At first they said nothing, but when Jughead and I started to lightly shove each other, Kevin stopped us.
“Oh my god, just date already!” he shouted, slamming his fists on the table. Jughead and I shared a glance, then burst out into laughter.
“What?” Archie questioned, all four of our friends looking back and forth between me and Jughead. I bit my lip and smiled up at Jughead, ignoring our friends surrounding us.
“Oh my god,” Betty muttered, her eyes widening. “You guys are…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her train of thought lost in shock. Veronica and Kevin gasped.
“Are what?” Archie asked, still not getting it. Veronica rolled her eyes.
“Dating, Archiekins,” she explained. “(Y/N) and Jughead are dating.” His eyes widened.
“You guys are dating?” he gasped. “Since when?” I shrugged, not making eye contact with any of them.
“About a month?” I said, looking at Jughead for confirmation. He nodded.
“Sounds about right.”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Kevin demanded. I bit my lip guiltily and shrugged.
“We were waiting for a good time to tell you guys,” I explained, but it came out more like a question. The whole table groaned at us, but everyone wore smiles.
Prompt #20: Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.
Summary: Reader got ready for the dance with Veronica and Betty but when the party at Cheryl’s happened she didn’t expect a suprise. The surprise in the form of Jughead Jones and getting dared to play seven minutes in heaven with the boy.
Character: Reader x Jughead Jones, Veronica, Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Reggie Mantle (mentioned)
Words: 1017
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Also to clarify in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is not based on the comics.
Warnings: Make out session, swearing, alcohol, fluff and a party
Author: Caitsy
Requested: Yes. Anon
Tagging: At the bottom
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If you had to answer someone on what was the most surprisingly thing the first week of school you could answer. After the school dance everyone went to Cheryl’s place for a party. It didn’t matter if you hated her guts everyone went, either for the alcohol, the drama or just to see the castle of a home the popular girl lived in.
The most surprising thing was when you noticed that Jughead Jones was lounging around the room where everyone was. You couldn’t believe he had made an appearance at this party because majority of the popular kids were rude to him. You noticed that Archie was even surprised at Jughead.
“Jughead what are you doing here?” You asked. He had opened his mouth before Cheryl interrupted.
“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” Cheryl smiled, “Well maybe once but they moved away.”
You rolled your eyes at her words because she would have been the reason that person fled town. The girl pouted her plump lips before calling everyone to circle up.
