Hiii😊I was wondering if you could do a jughead x reader where they meet and bond/become super close through their melancholy and shared, depressing view on life, and get together, but then jug finds out the reader is actually really depressed and hurting/maybe starving herself and idk however you’d like to end it. Pretty pretty please and thank you☺️
Hi I love your work! ❤ And I was wondering if you can write a jughead x reader where the reader is Archie's younger sister and Jughead has to help her through their dad getting shot?
I can! Sorry for the late reply! I forgot my password like an idiot lol
Hey hon! Just wondering if I could be in your tag list of ‘Accidents Cause Accidents’? It’s an amazing series and I appreciate your work very much. With love ❤️
Hi, I was wondering if you can do this request for a reader x jughead if you’re not busy. it would be a fluffy and angst mixture where jug and betty get into this fight and y/n comforts him by sneaking out-ish and just having fun and living free, but in the end of the day, she has thoughts that he’s never hers and stuff b/c she likes him. it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it! btw love your work! 💕
Absolutely! Sorry for the late reply, I forgot my password lol 😅😂
If you didn’t watch 2.05, you don’t have to do it. But if you did, may I request the fourth trial of when Jughead becomes a serpent and the you know what happened in his dad’s trailer but replace Toni with Y/N? Thank you! 💕
Yeah I can! Sorry for the very late reply, was having some password difficulties
So I was going to hold off until I got to 1000 followers to have a contest but I couldn’t resist, so welcome to my Riverdale Writing Challenge!
I freaking love Riverdale, its the first fandom I ever read fanfiction from and eventually wrote for. As you’ll see from my masterlist, I’ve written a hell of a lot Riverdale fanfic now and since we’re now into season 2, this is the perfect time to hold a contest dedicated to my current fave show. I’ll be reblogging every entry & they will all go onto a masterlist of their own!
The Challenge: Below is a list of prompts and songs, you have to pick at least 1 prompt or song. You can choose up to 2 prompts and a song if you want to, it’s mix and match (for example you could pick one song and one prompt). The rest is really up to yourself! Any ship or character goes, I’ll also accept reader inserts. Anything goes, have fun!
The Prize: I will write you a 3000-4000 word personalised fic. You can ask for anything; a reader insert or ship, a certain plot whether in the show or completely new, smut, fluff - anything! Vague or as detailed as you like.
The Rules: - If you aren’t already, give me a follow
- Reblog this post
- Send me an ask with the prompt(s)/song + the ship/character you’re writing for (I’ll update the list so you know what’s taken, you’ll be tagged in this post when I get your ask)
- If you’re posting on a sideblog, remember to give me the url for it
- Your entry must be at least 500 words
- Tag me in your post & use the tag #tailsbethreadsriverdale
- The deadline is January 31st.
A/N: lol heres the 2nd part to Unspoken words, enjoy! I suggest the song mentioned in here, its one of my favs. Also sorry for not posting as much, things are very crazy atm but im getting back to it. Much love!
MasterList
Jugheads POV-
"Betty?" I said over the phone, hearing my sniffling girlfriend on the other end. "Yeah, I'm here, come outside." She sniffled again and I listened as she told me that she couldn't, her mom locked her inside the house for the night and no one was allowed in nor out.
"So I can't come inside to see you?" I asked, and I listened as she told me I couldn't. My heart sank a little bit, not because I couldn't go in and see her, but because I had just left Y/N heartbroken and crying alone in her house for this.
"Yeah, no I get it. I'll just see you tomorrow." I said, and hung up the phone, throwing it on the seat next to me. I leaned my head on the steering wheel and sighed, I was truly and idiot today. I kicked myself, closing my eyes trying to stop myself from crying, but behind my shut eyes images of Y/N played like a movie. Her smiling, the way her eyes light up anytime she tells an awful pun and everyone groans, the sound of her laugh when she shoots sarcastic comments my way.
I replayed memories of our time at Pops, late nights in the quiet diner, the only sounds that are audible are of the neon lights buzz, Pops whistling from back into the kitchen, and the tapping of keys and scratches of lead on paper. While I wrote she drew, or also wrote, but she preferred the look of her scribbled words on paper, the smears of black on her hands as evidence of a nights work. A tattered notebook with crumbled pages, a worn and old look, inside the ins and outs of her mind were translated into pictures and poems, proof that there was a beautiful mind behind her beautiful eyes. She thought the digital route to her genius felt cheap, she liked the messy, tangible work that she could carry around with her, and I always admired her for it.
Memories of the Twilight-Drive In came next, sitting next to her out in the cold air. We'd sit in the back of my dads truck, blankets and pillows sprawled across the bed of the truck, popcorn and candy pieces littered throughout from our many mini food fights we'd randomly break out in. If it was especially cold, she'd sit closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder and I'd pull one of the many blankets over her. This was when she was most peaceful, sometimes I would purposely tune out the movie and try my best to listen in on her slow and quiet breaths, finding comfort in the serenity of it. I'd look down at her, admiring how her soft features would glow in the dim light of the movie projection and the night sky. She really was beautiful, and I'm sure that these were the nights where it really stood out to me.
Not only was she beautiful physically, but mentally as well. She had been through so much, endured so much bullshit yet she still had a soft and warm personality that would draw people in. She was energetic, magnetic, electric. Every word she spoke you could hear the emotion behind it, even if it was a useless sentence that had no meaning at all. She was a human piece of art really, she was all of the art in the world placed into a breathing, living person. Poetic and colourful, abstract but simple, she is everything that I felt was beautiful in the world.
Then came the heartbreak, the memory I wanted so badly to forget about, to ignore, but it was now stuck in my brain. I led her on, didn't I? And not only that, but I left her crying and alone after. The tears started to fall, and I couldn't help but feel the burn of self hatred rise up from my stomach to my chest. She was broken, on the floor with tears falling from her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, and it was all my fault because I decided to do something stupid. I decided to almost let my true feelings slip, I should have told her, I should have stayed.
Y/N is a smart girl, she knows how to put pieces together, and she's quite good with words and if she knows a person well enough, like she knows me, she can guess what is about to come out of their mouth. She knew what I was going to say, I could see the gleam in her eye, the one that time and time again tells me that she feels the same. I brought her up and I let her crash... I am the worst person ever. It would take a miracle for her to forgive me, hell it would take a miracle for me to forgive myself.
I straightened up and wiped the tears off my face, crying about Y/N in front of Bettys house felt wrong in some sort of sense. Thinking these thoughts about Y/N in front of Bettys house felt wrong, I just need to get away from Betty. I started up my car and ran my hand through my beanie-less hair, pulling away from the familiar home, looking back slightly to see another lone illuminated window, Bettys. And just like with Y/N, I drove away. I was gone.
Your POV-
"You look cute with that hat on." Jughead said, smiling towards me. I looked up from my notebook and blushed, rolling my eyes and smiling.
"Not as cute as you." I say, tapping my pencil on the paper. Jughead chuckles, shaking his head.
"And that's where your wrong, princess." My chest warms up at the use of his nickname for me. At one point it was used to tease me, a nickname given to me by my best friend who said I acted like a princess most of the time. Now that we are together though, its turned into something more, I'm not just any princess, I'm his, and he is my prince, and I wear his crown to show that I'm his and he is mine.
"Last time I checked, I'm never wrong, thank you though." I snap back sarcastically, beaming at him as he closes his laptop half way and looks admiringly my way.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, weren't you wrong today?" he asks, and I fake surprise.
"Was I? I don't recall."
"Yes, I'm pretty sure you were. We were listening to music in the car ride home from school and I was listening to 'Atlanta' and you tried to guess who it was by." he says, and I sink a little in my seat, trying my best to keep up my poker face.
"None of this is ringing a bell, Beanie. I think it was just all in your imagination." I reply, shrugging and leaning back in my seat.
"No, I still don't think so. You know the song Atlanta right, who is it by then?" he asks, smirking my way and I stutter, trying my best to think of the artist he had told me earlier.
"Well, I-uh... twenty one pilots?" I guessed, and he threw his head back in laughter.
"No, Stone Temple Pilots. Close though, but not really." he says once his laughter dies down a bit, and I roll my eyes.
"Whatever, same difference." I shoot back, and he shakes his head.
"Not even close." he says, and I shrug.
"I'll get it at some point." I say confidently, and he nods.
"I'm sure you will." he opens his laptop all the way again and starts to type, and I watch as his eyes dance across the screen and listen to the sound of keys being hit. He looks so happy, you can see it in his eyes that this is when he is most peaceful. Sometimes I stare at him, watching as he types away on his laptop, and I swear I can see the gears turning behind his loving eyes. I admire how the neon lights of the diner illuminates his face, creating an orange-y red glow that accentuates the features of his face. Sometimes I swear this is where I notice how handsome he really is, right here in this booth when he's happy and content and busy.
I look down at my notebook, the words and doodles scribbled across the page, the smear marks of the lead being dragged across the page from my hand. I love it when a new, untouched white page in my notebook becomes a light grey, decorated with my thoughts. I stare at tonights masterpiece, just some random writing about Jughead that I had thought up of, and a doodle of a beanie that looks like a crown. As I look up from my notebook, I see he is looking at me.
"Is there something on my face?" I asked, and he shakes his head.
"No, nothing out of the normal. Just the usual cuteness." he says, and I laugh.
"The cheese is strong with you, isn't it?" I asked, and he laughs as well.
"Hey, maybe I like being cliché, did you ever think of that?" he asks, closing his laptop and placing it in his bag.
"Yes, I have. Its not a hard thing to pick up on, especially since you do it so often." I reply, closing my notebook and placing it in my small backpack I use instead of a purse. I slide out of the booth seat and stand up, stretching slightly as Jughead stands up as well. I start to make my way to the door until a hand grabs my wrist and turns me around, facing Jughead. He smiles down at me and I smile up at him.
"Have I ever told you how happy I am that I finally fixed my mistake?" he asks, which is an odd question, but those are never few and far between with Juggie.
"What mistake?" I asked quietly, and he shrugs slightly.
"I had bad judgement, I made a haste decision that ended up being the wrong one, and fixing it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me." he tried to explain, yet he was still being so vague.
"What was your wrong decision?" I asked, and he opened his mouth to say something, but a banging noise drowned whatever he said out.
"Now do you understand?" he questioned, and I shook my head.
"No, I didn't catch what you said, the noise was too loud." I explained, and he looked down at me confused.
"What noise?" he asked.
"The loud banging noise." I said, shocked he hadn't heard it too.
"I think you're lo-" there it goes again, the noise. I can't hear the second part of his sentence, and now i'm even more confused than before.
"Did you hear it just then?" I asked, sure he had to have heard it.
"No, are you feeling okay?" he asks me, and I take a seat back in the booth, I feel a little dizzy.
"No, not really, I think I just need to-"
"Wake up?" he suggests, and I look at him confused.
"Wake up?" I asked, and he nods his head.
"You should probably wake up, go see what the noise was." he says, and I shake my head.
"But I'm not asle-" the noise is louder this time, more urgent sounding, like someone is banging on a door.
"Are you going to get that?" Jughead asks, and I shake my head.
"Get what?" I ask, and he opens his mouth to respond, but before he can I cut him off. "You know what, it doesn't matter, just tell me what your wrong decision was." I say, and he shrugs.
"I think you need to wake up." he says, sitting in the seat of the booth across from me.
"But-"
"I can't tell you what you want to know. But I'm sure whatever is making that noise can." he says, and I shake my head.
"The only one who can tell me left. He ran out, back to the one who he belongs with." I say, and Jughead shrugs.
"Have a little faith, you still have faith in him right?" he asks, and I slowly nod.
"I have no choice but to. When you're in love with someone, faith in them kind of comes naturally." I say, feeling quite tired. I yawn, and the diner starts to get blurry, and darker. I blink and things around me are now completely dark, and I'm laying down. I sit up slowly, raising my hand to my head and I feel the beanie on me. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream.
Knock! Knock!
Who the hell is here right now? I look at my phone and see its 1:27am, its a little early for visitors, who in their right mind wants to talk to me now?
