Jughead's Girl

Jughead & FP & Sweet Pea & Toni & Fangs • I write imagines, one shots and inserts for our Riverdale favourites ♥️ feel free to request x

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if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

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it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?

It Works the money is on its way!

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Need this.

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Of course

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It worked tho

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I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

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Maybe that’s why she’s dead (Sweet Pea x Reader Part 6)

I’m so awful with organisation so apologies but here’s the last part, hope you enjoy.

WARNING: Graphic descriptions of abuse & an attack.

You hadn’t tried to run, and you thought you could at least pride yourself on that. Around ten ghoulies had backed you into a corner, you hadn’t even realised where you’d ended up, you’d been too angry. ‘Stupid stupid stupid’ you thought to yourself, realising you’d entered Ghoulies territory and, as a Jones, you were easily recognisable as a serpent. They teased you, before starting to push you and eventually punching, kicking- anything they could do to hurt you. You did try to fight back, but they were too many of them. Eventually you found yourself in the position of being held by two of them, whilst someone spoke to you- you soon recognised him as Malakye. He started moving close to you, almost an inch from you and you moved forwards to bite at him. He moved running a hand along your waist and feeling the vibrations of your phone and as he answered it, he started laughing.

You leaned forward to bite at him again but he simply tutted at you, grabbing your hair with one hand and your chin with the other whispering “You deserve the kiss of death”. And as his lips descended on yours you felt a knife plunge its sharp edge into your front and as he pushed his as far as he could one entered your back. Your scream sounded distant, you could feel as the knives entered and exited you like you were a piece of meat. Then finally as he moved away both knives were pulled from your body and you were dropped to the floor screaming in agony.

Jughead had his and Sweet Pea’s blood covering his knuckles. By the time he finally stopped punching the boy to take a breath, Pea had cuts surrounding his face and a black eye already forming. It was at that moment that Jug realised Pea hadn’t even attempted to fight back, he looked towards his form which had now sat up and grasped his phone. Jug started trying to apologise, realising he’d got carried away, but his apologies fell on deaf ears. At that moment he found that Pea was trying to talk to you, calling you but as the phone was answered all you could hear were screams and laughing.

They knew you had been there, Jug had realised straight after his first punch landed on Sweet Pea’s jaw because he’d heard you scream. Similarly to the scream coming from the phone.

As Jughead came to his realisation, Pea was long gone, he’d grabbed your knife from the table and as he was spitting blood began to run to his bike. He could hear Jughead shouting, trying to see if he would be able to do anything, help search or back up- but the only thought on Pea’s mind was how scared you sounded and he had left the phone answered meaning your screaming was torturing him. He realised at this point as he was speeding down the road to where he could only hope you’d gone, that he’d never told you he loved you- and that with you being hurt he’d broken the promise he made to you and himself.

He heard your screms turn to whimpers and the laughing grew ever so distant over the phone, he had tried so hard to get to you but he could hear your breath slowing. He pulled up at the side of the road and brought the phone to his ear.

“Y/N hey, Baby, where are you? You need to tell me okay? It’s important” he said as gently as possible, tears had already started streaming his face. You had repeated the address to him as best you could and begged that he arrived soon and called an ambulance to the same address. He did so, calling an ambulance before setting back off, speeding to get to you.

As he came to the corner where you’d told him you were he saw blood in the rain as it leaked away from a limp body on the floor. He rushed over- his bike long forgotten as he knelt down to cradle your head. Your eyes slowly opened to see him above you and you smiled as a tear leaked down the side of your face.

“You found me Pea” you uttered, blood starting to leak out your mouth as you coughed. He tried calming you, mumbling soothing words as his tears dropped to you.

“Of course I found you, I’ll always find you no matter what okay sweetheart? You know that don’t you?” He said, despearately trying to remain calm but he could see the life slipping out of you, he had held your hand and placed pressure over the large stab wound he’d seen but there was blood leaking through your intertwined fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t close those beautiful eyes! The ambulance is on its way, you’ve got this baby”. He encouraged yet although the smile on your face grew for a split second, it quickly disappeared as your eyes slid shut, a final tear escaping. He could hear the ambulance and heaved you into his arms- seeing your blood start to flow as his hands left your wound. His tears were coming harder and faster and he couldn’t help letting out sobs. Then he saw the ambulance and rushed towards it. As it stopped two paramedics brought out a stretcher after seeing Sweet Pea cradle your lifeless form. They kept asking him questions but everything was moving too slowly and he couldn’t focus. Now, all he remembers is climbing into the ambulance, gripping your hand as tight as he could as he watched them try to revive you.

It was agonising as there and then, they pronounced you dead. He finally allowed the sobs to wreak through his body as he realised he had been there, he could have saved you but he didn’t. He started letting words slip out as he choked on his sobs.

“I loved you, I love you Jones. Please don’t leave me, you can’t do this baby please” as they arrived at the hospital they had to pull him from your body as they covered your face. He didn’t stop crying that day.

He had to call your father and your brother to explain to them. FP didn’t even say anything afterwards, just hung up the phone. Jughead had started crying, telling Pea he would meet him at the hospital.

FP, although ignoring Pea over the phone, had arrived at the hospital in no time- explaining who he was to the staff. He saw Pea and strode over before barking questions at him. Pea didn’t have the energy to respond before a nurse approached them asking who was next of kin. FP looked down as Jughead and Tall Boy arrived, the nurse repeated the question as Tall Boy answered.

Your father fell to the chair next to Sweet Pea as they both overheard the nurse talking about Tall Boy identifying the body. Pea hadn’t stopped crying and it looked like your brother hadn’t either, but FP didn’t have a single tear on his face- it was straight and his eyes unmoving.

All of a sudden, he stood and stormed out, punching the wall and shouting inaudibly. Pea didn’t even flinch at the angry man- he stood and walked to the bathrooms washing his face, and hands, after seeing your blood covering them. He watched as the crimson swirled in the sink before taking his shirt and running it under the tap, scrubbing at it with the water as the sink soon became a bath of crimson. He appeared to be calm, before someone came in and he instantly smashed the mirror- it was all his fault.

After that, he was taken to be treated for the cuts on his face and now his hand. But he only remembers this in a blur. From now on, the only thought entering Sweet Pea’s mind would be you, and how you didn’t know how much he loved you.

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Maybe that’s why she’s dead (Sweet Pea X Jones!Reader) Part 5

A/N This is just a quick little chapter to show the order of our events so far. Theres only one more chapter for this series and I will try to get t out before the end of the week. Lots of love to you all x

He knew he loved you the second he met you. The encounter he’d had with you & Tall boy that first day had only left him wanting more of you.

He knew he loved you when you smiled. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but give you a bright smile back every time.

He knew he loved you when he kissed you for the first time. Leaning over his bike, he’d caught your lips in a chaste kiss which left the both of you smiling for days afterwards.

He knew he loved you when you had your first argument. It was over something silly but you had been rather passionate throughout it. Even though he knew you were angry, he couldn’t help but admire you because you were so beautiful fighting for something you believed in- even if it was the right to have Hot Dog on the sofa.

He knew he loved you when you screamed for your brother to stop. Jughead has obviously heard about him upsetting you and your screams to try and help Pea just made him smile through the beat down.

He knew he loved you when he mourned you. Your death broke Sweet Pea, for he had always loved you and always would.

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Maybe That's Why She's Dead (Sweet Pea X Jones!Reader part 4)

A/N: sorry guys, tumblr isn't being fantastic for me and I'm come down quite badly with some form of flu. Not sure this will be my best writing but you know, it will have to do.

Sweet Pea dealing with your death and reminiscing old memories.

     That day was one he cherished. You had shown a confidence he didn't even know existed within you, one that had him awestruck. Sweet Pea still struggled with your death, days like that often playing on his mind, you hadn’t had many memories like that. That was one day where everything was okay, he had you in his arms and you were happy. You two had never been ‘official’, you didn’t need to be, you knew he loved you although he regretted the missed oppurtunities to tell you that. He mourned at the Whyte Wyrm, grieved at Pop's shooting icy glares to anyone, Ghoulie or Serpent, who dared to talk to him.

          Your death was not something he could cope with. His grades had significantly dropped, not that they were fantastic anyway, enough to make all the teachers on edge. He had been storming out of classes, flipping desks, throwing anything in his path. Tall Boy had tried to intervene once, he had ended up on the floor with Sweet Pea sobbing and thrashing, ashamed of his guilt. A guilt he still held very close, there were so many ‘what ifs’ from that night. So many things he could have done, that Jughead could have done and you would still be alive. It was a guilt he knew he would carry for the rest of his life, he had broken his promise to you.

          Currently he sat in Pop's, he didn't care much for the small café, but you did. You had loved Pop's, seemingly believing it to be a safe haven. He knew you'd always finished work there, listened to music, sometimes just dwelled in the atmosphere. Pop now knew your order off by heart and, despite your Serpent status, felt very close to you. The diner was a large contrast to the South Side, Sweet Pea knew that was why you loved it. You had never belonged on the South Side, you were too kind, too sweet, too innocent. You had moulded yourself to fit their ideals but Pea had seen straight through that, quickly unravelling your persona.

          He could still recall the first time he had officially met you. It had been a Sunday morning at Tall Boy's, he had been in the kitchen discussing who you were as you rested in a deep slumber on the sofa. Tall Boy had mentioned your father, your intelligence, your genuine compassion. Pea believed he was wrong, compassion and kindness were not qualities of a south side serpent which were broadcasted as Tall Boy had so eagerly informed him when he joined. Then you had woken up, tossing on the couch before slowly sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Sending a discreet shy smile to Sweet Pea, you folded the blanket leaving it neatly over the arm of the couch before making your way sheepishly towards Tall Boy.

        "I'm really sorry for just appearing like that, things got a little heavy at home, I can leave if that's what you want?" You had asked Tall Boy, staring up at the older man with admiration. Sweet Pea was running his eyes over you, astounded, you were polite and seemed to have an appreciation towards Tall Boy that he soaked up. He also thought as he drank you in that you were beautiful, your natural hair was in a messy bun as you had sorted it last night, some mascara remnants dotted near your eyes and the warmest smile he had ever seen. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Something about you had struck him last night and it appeared to have struck him once again that morning.

         The rest of the morning had been spent with Tall Boy ordering him out, giving him jobs that seemed to keep him far from you but he hadn't missed the looks you gave, the smiles shared and the conversations stolen in seconds. He had to know you.

     He remembered your first tattoo. The design had been easy, one you had sketched yourself. It represented your family and was small enough not to cause a large fuss with your father. The dainty serpent template was placed gingerly on your skin as Pea held your hand, he had known you for 3 months. He watched as you gritted your teeth, holding you tightly with promises to never let go quietly exchanged. Once your tattoo was complete he remembered giggling with you as you marvelled at the serpent tainting your collar bone. he had swiftly lent down, kissing the empty space next to it, telling you how brave you were.

       He remembered the last time he saw you. You had been arguing all day over his anger and it had left you both riled up. It started because Sweet Pea thought a group of boys were talking about you, each had ended in the hospital. You had, once you reached home, ranted to Jughead. Telling him how you were angry at Pea and although you didn’t want to lose him, you were scared of who he had become, that you didn’t think you could deal with it. Jughead had left with the intent to swing by Sweet Pea’s, you had somehow beat him to it.

         You had walked into his trailer, set your rings and knife down, and stared at Pea’s shaking form. His back was facing you but he was leaning over the kitchen counter, sobs wracking his body. Scarcely, you had reached a hand to his back, ghosting your fingertips over his shoulder. Quicker then expected, he had turned to engulf you, whispering apologies and sweet nothings. He knew you hadn’t forgiven him but that you would, in time.

      A knock sounded at his trailer door and you both glanced at it before Pea kissed your forehead and strode to the door. Recieving a punch in the face as it opened and the a beat down. You had screamed for your brother to stop, Sweet Pea had heard your panicked cries, your desperate want for him to fight back. But he wouldn’t, he had to prove to you that he wasn’t violent, he could take it. You had ran after that, noy being able to handle the horrid sight. That was the night you had died.

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Maybe That’s Why She’s Dead ( Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader part 3)

AN: part 3 was deleted for some reason, however it was in need of a redo anyways so here we go.

details of jughead joining southside high and sweet pea’s infatuation with reader.

          Walking the halls of Southside high would never have been a problem for you, however, that was before Jughead Jones joined. Your father’s incarceration causing more havoc than you had believed possible, with Jughead going into foster care and you taking permenant residence on Tall Boy’s couch.

He wouldn’t sit with the serpents, the people you had grown up with, but rather he wanted to be alone. Didn’t want to ‘attract attention’, though his lone wolf act caused more grief than anything else would. You had sat with Jughead, disregarding Sweet Pea’s and Fangs’ constant protests as you left their table, sitting with your brother you glanced at the Ghoulies who looked more then prepared to pounce on the two of you.

After Toni told you of their blossoming friendship however, Jughead seemed more akin to the group. He didn’t grow to close to Sweets who, with his protective eye over you, was not liking your brother all that much. He knew of your troubled past with your brother, understanding your struggle between family ties and what he believed to be disloyalty on Jug’s side.

Afterall, it was Sweet Pea who had sat with you after your initiation, a dance that you had continuously cried about days after in his arms. It was also Sweet Pea who sat there as you had a black serpent gruellingly tattooed under your collar bone the word ‘southside’ etched onto it in unforgiving black ink. He had sat through each and every one and your piercings, holding your hand as you gritted your teeth. He had filled what would have been Jughead’s job.

But he also filled another pair of shoes, a pair you had never needed for. It all started with a simple question, one meant to tease you yet it lit a fire you hadn’t realised was waiting:

“Where’s that naughty side?”

It had been meant as a jest about your hesitation to street race with him, something he had been trying to convince you of for a while now. However, the jab at your innocence gave you confidence and you hadn’t realised the position you had put yourself in until you were there.

You had ended up standing between his legs as he sat back on the side of his bike, looking down at his face as his arms found themselves weaved around your waist. You had ran your hands through his hair, lightly winding them until you could gently tug his head up to meet yours. Ghosting your lips over his, you whispered, almost silently:

“You haven’t seen anything yet”

You had, following that sentence, lightly bit his bottom lip, dragging it out before releasing it and swiftly turning away with the intent to leave the awestruck boy on his bike. However the hands gripping your waist didn’t allow for that as you were pulled back into a, now standing, Sweet Pea. Your back hitting his chest as you looked forward at the seemingly unending road infront of you. He didn’t say anything as his head drooped into your neck and he sighed, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as your head rolled back to his shoulder. As he felt you relax, he bit lightly into your neck, making you jolt forward in surprise and his laugh boomed into your ears. Slowly his hands unraveled from you as he swung a leg over his bike winking as he revved it before the final sentence was spoken:

“I’ll always come back for more”

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WHY IS THERE NO FANGS FOGARTY CONTENT?! HE IS AWESOME!

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Maybe That’s Why She’s Dead (Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader Pt 2)

      A/N: This will highlight the readers family life and early involvements with the serpents. Thank you for reading!

         Jughead loved his two baby sisters. He was ferociously protective being the oldest and especially when Jellybean and his mother left. You had been left with a father who was drawing into deep despair and a mother you found impossible to contact, you were only a year younger then the boy; yet he felt you to be more of a child than he ever had been.. You were heartbroken and he could see that.

         Jughead had taken it upon his shoulders to be your rock, the person you could turn to with anything and when your dad became rooted once again with the serpents- he almost convinced you to leave. Almost.   

         You had however realised your father would not cope on his own, it wasn’t an option. When Jug left, unknowingly he trapped you in the trailer with a man who could barely stay sober for a day, let alone look after his daughter, a man you could simply never leave. Throughout your schooling you had remained intelligent, keeping high grades in all subjects, understanding this to be your only escape. Then FP lost the house, your school changed along with her attitude.

       Tall boy had been the first serpent you had met, in one of his sane realisations your father finally saw the fear flashing through his daughters eyes at the prospect of joining a southside school. Tall Boy had been the only person he could ask to help. FP felt useless, he couldn’t console his own daughter and to make matters worse- Tall Boy could.

      He had explained of kids he knew who went there, telling you he knew every single family there and they would be anything but disrespectful towards you, after all you were a Jones.

     FP had smiled at that, you were a Jones. He suddenly realised the impact he held over your life, you were all he had. It had been near impossible for either of you to contact Jughead since his dispersal from the family and you had grown to stop asking for your brother. You became accustomed to your own company. The monster under the bed didn’t exist anymore and Jughead hadn’t been there to tell you that, you were the only person you trusted.

    Tall Boy became a prominent man in your life- often understanding your struggle with FP, taking you in when you couldn’t stay at the trailer. He’d lost count of the times you enetered his house crying, asking him for shelter over night. He remembered coming back downstairs once you’d settled on his couch, often already fallen into a deep slumber. He would grab a blanket, lightly covering your shivering form before returning to his room.

    FP was lucky to have Tall Boy and he knew that, but he envied the relationship the man had with you. He found it impossible to keep a conversation with you without arguing, he would drink, you would leave. It was a vicious cycle.

    Then he saw Jughead at the drive-in. You had stayed home with Toni Topaz, the closest friend that FP knew of and now he was glad. The nostalgic feelings hit him in waves, then he remembered why he was there. This was not the time for nostalgia.

    FP later got a job with Fred Andrews, you had been unsupportive to say the least. He had been having a constant contact with Jug, carelessly telling him of your life. Then one day Jug brought FP home whilst you had been waiting on the couch. You had quickly moved, eyeing your brother as he laid FP on the couch you had previously been sitting on. You had even wondered to the kitchen hoping to avoid conversation as you poured your father a glass of water, however you overheard his mentions of your mother. Your eyes once again returneed to their icy glare as you returned, placing the water next to FP on the floor, gazing with eyes resembling daggers at your brother. That was until he mentioned Jellybean and you almost cried.

”She’s a ten year old who listens to Pink-Floyd on vinyl, how much cooler could she get?”

   You hadn’t spoken to your mother or Jellybean since they left, then you understood. Jughead had been able to contact them but had left you to struggle all those years with FP on your own. He gazed at you after realising FP was asleep.

   “Y/N……” he started but the overwhelming silence that plagued the air didn’t disappear. You stared brutally back before grabbing the blanket from the cabinet, covering your father with it and grabbing your keys.

    “If you’re planning on staying this time Forsythe, theres a bed further in” you coldly remarked, sliding on your leather jacket with the serpent marked on the back, claiming you. You gave him one last long look as his head dropped, shoulders shaking with sobs as you slammed the door

    Leaning his forehead on the door he whispered, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save us both”.

You walked away from the trailer, willing the tears that stung your eyes to stop. Jughead Jones was not worth your time.

    You had trudged to Tall Boy’s home, using the key he had gifted you and slipped through his door unnoticed. Slipping your serpents jacket on the door, you seriously contemplated whether you would go back. If Jughead was staying you would be as far from the trailer as possible. Curling up on Tall Boy's couch you suddenly noticed a boy at the other end, you believed his name to be Sweet Pea, but you couldn't be sure in the darkness that surrounded you. He seemed to be asleep and you didn't care much of his presence. Tall Boy knew what he was doing and if he had allowed the boy in his house-he could be trusted.

     Gliding into a deep slumber you failed to notice the boy stir and eventually stand to drape his blanket over you, or the look he gave to your tear stains. You didn't even realise that was the moment he vowed you would be protected at all costs. He could see the frustration leave your body and the tear stains dry, he realised you must’ve been important to Tall Boy at least. But all promises come with a price, Sweet Pea would soon find it was not one he was willing to pay.

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Part 2 to maybe that's why she's dead????

Idk since it seems to have taken off pretty well. Would go into the months before readers death and her relationship with sp and jug? Why you don’t see her for the first season? Why the ghoulies target her? Opinions please 😅

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Maybe that's why she’s dead (Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader)

A/N: Sweet pea is a god among men, honestly fell in love when I saw him so I couldn’t resist the temptation of a one shot. Part two is a possibility but need to know if it’s liked enough? Message is open.

                   She was smart, sophisticated and highly sought after. He was rude, rugged and real. She hid behind her persona until she found him, he understood her, made her feel things she didn’t know she could feel. She had been a few years younger, but even then it proved too much.

                    She wasn’t allowed to make her own decisions as her father had clearly pointed out- maybe that’s why she’s dead.                     She couldn’t look after herself as jughead clearly believed- maybe that’s why she’s dead.                     She couldn’t see herself truly, not how he saw her- maybe that’s why she’s dead.

                     Whatever, whoever had caused her death had to pay, he didn’t care for the consequences. That much he was sure of as he turned the corner to his trailer. He stared straight knowing if he allowed his eyes to wander he would only see her forgotten possessions. Rings which held the emblem of their family. The pocket knife he had gifted her when she stood up with broken ribs and a broken nose after initiation. The memories haunted him.

                     He missed her, his precious Y/N, she was his babygirl and he understood she struggled sometimes with who she was. She knew her roots, loved her family including the serpents but she felt out of place. She had voiced her concerns, confiding in him. Only him.

                    The shoes of FP were hard to fill and she always seemed a few sizes down. She hated the idea of leaving jughead to take FP’s place with the serpents. She didn’t believe he could take it- the responsibility. Jughead loved his baby sister- maybe that’s why they weren’t there.

                    Sweet pea stood in silently in the suffocating atmosphere that was his trailer. He saw the smashed glass and the turned chairs and tables. He knew he wouldn’t forgive himself or Jughead. Remembering the boy, with fists clenched and a brow set in stone trying to intimidate him out of loving her, just caused him heartache. He didn’t blame Jughead, but it was hard not to. It was because of the fight she wasn’t with him. It was because of Jughead she left the safety of his trailer.

                    The thought of Jughead’s fist connecting with his jaw and the sickening crack which soon followed almost let him forget. But he would never forget. He would never rid himself of the guilt. He should have chased her, he should never have let her leave the trailer.

                  He had allowed Jughead to beat him, put up no retaliation in the hopes she would understand, it was not his fault.

                   However, although he didn’t know it, she was in the same situation. A large group of ghoulies had cornered her and as she had scampered like a rabbit fleeing a cat- she had left her knife and apparently her rings in her rush.      

                 Y/n realised this was not to end well and, with her head held high, stated: “Give me your best shot suckers. I’m not afraid of a ghost.”   She had always been proud, proud of who she was, proud of the serpents and proud of Sweet Pea however that would never be enough and maybe they’d never know.