Requested: Anon Jughead x reader where the reader is new to Southside and gets harassed by the Ghoulies
A/N: Sorry I added sexual violence to this it was the inspiration I had if you did not want it written this way I am sorry.
Warnings: Violence, Start of sexual assault but it is stopped by someone.
Summary: You’ve lived on the Northside since you were a baby, but what you didn’t know was that your parents were actually Serpents. Today’s the day you found that out.
Word Count: 4300
Y/N POV
Friday
You woke up like any normal day heading downstairs for breakfast. Usually, your mom would cook eggs and bacon, or waffles something of that sort, but today was different. You walked down the stairs ready to smell the amazing breakfast but you were only met with the smell of toasted bread. It was odd because that rarely happened unless you were running late to school which you weren't. You walked downstairs to see your dad with his head in his hands and your mother trying to console him.
“Mom, Dad what’s going on?”
“Uh nothing sweetie”
“Your lying dad. Tell me the truth”
“I’m sorry”
“For what? What happened?”
“We, we have to move”
“What, why?”
“I lost my job and your mother has been getting fewer hours at work. We just don’t have enough money to live on this side of town anymore”
“This side of town… wait are we moving to the southside?”
“Yes”
“Dad you can’t just move to the South Side. We will get killed, there are gangs that don’t necessarily take kindly to strangers”
“We aren’t strangers”
“We live on the Northside, hence strangers”
“We may live on the northside but… your mother and I are serpents”
“Were serpents….?”
“No Y/N we are serpents. Thursdays when we go out for date nights we go to serpent meetings”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why do we live on this side of town then”
‘When your mother got pregnant we wanted a good life for you, I did a lot of jobs saved up and got sort of a loan from FP Jones to get us on our feet. He’s basically your uncle”
“You're insane… this is a joke”
“It’s not a joke darling”
“I’ve seen serpents they have tattoos and leather jackets how have I not seen either of those things.”
“Your mom’s tattoos is… well, to put it bluntly, it's on her butt”
“Her tattoo is on her butt… okay, and yours?”
“Bottom of my foot”
“This is crazy, I am living in an alternate universe”
“I’m sorry, we wanted to keep you safe we didn’t want you to be involved in this”
“I guess it’s whatever. When do we move”
“Tomorrow and Sunday, we didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry you don’t have much time.”
“It’s whatever I’ll pack when I come home from school” All day that was all you thought about. The fact that you were leaving the place you've known your entire life. You started to think that maybe moving wouldn’t be so bad… a sort of fresh start. You never really got along with the northside. You were a tomboy at heart, didn’t dress like them, act like them, or talk like them. You were always the girl who was fixing stuff with her dad. Now that you thought about it you weren't really that surprised your parents were serpents, but you were surprised they kept it hidden for so long.
*Monday / First day at Southside High*
It was weird sleeping in the new house, compared to the old house it was definitely smaller. The old house had a basement, an attic, living room, kitchen, office, 3 bedrooms, and so on. This house was one story 2 bedrooms and the living room and kitchen were basically the same space. It was definitely going to be an adjustment.
“Honey, why didn’t you leave yet?”
“Aren't you driving me?”
“Just walk”
“All the way to the Northside. Mom that's insane”
“No, you have to go to Southside High, it is closer and just makes more sense I'm sorry sweetie”
“Wait! I have to go to Southside High!!”
“Y/N I’m sorry we just can’t get you all the way to Riverdale High in the mornings and we can’t let you walk that far, it’s just not possible”
“Ugh, whatever”
You weren’t sad because of losing friends or anything because you really didn’t have any. More often than not you were the girl that ignored anyone, a self-identified loner if you will. You honestly were just annoyed that you had to switch schools in the middle of the year.
You finally made it to Southside High the walk only took about 10 mins and it honestly wasn’t all that bad aside from the few comments you got while passing by a building called the Whyte Wyrm which you assumed was a bar.
You walked up the staircase not really wanting to enter the school. You had heard things about Southside High. Things you didn’t believe to be true, but did you really want to find out, not really. As soon as you walked in you were met with metal detectors and a guard taking my bag from me. He started scanning me when it went off.
“It’s my shirt idiots” I wasn’t having it, not today. They let you go handing your bag to you and basically pushing you through the entrance. A girl came up to you slinging her arm around my shoulder.
“Can I help you”
“Oh, sorry I’m Toni, Toni Topaz”
“Cute, I like your boots”
“Thanks, well welcome to Southside High Y/N, let me give you a tour around”
“Uh, no i’d much rather find my own way thanks though” you didn’t want to be the girl that needed help, you wanted to be invisible again. you had a feeling though that being invisible as the new girl at southside would be hard considering all the eyes that were watching me. You started to walk away before the girl grabbed me again.
“Careful Y/N. Your family if anything happens come find me” You thought to yourself family? What did she mean family. The day went by pretty smoothly nothing out of the ordinary happened, well other than some kid getting high right in front of the teacher, or the fact that you learned absolutely nothing. Southside was a shit hole, bathrooms without doors, teachers who didn’t give a shit. You started your walk home as you felt some calls from behind me. You ignored them you didn’t want to make friends or enemies, you wanted to go to school and go home that was it. You turned around looking and swore you saw some guy with clown makeup, but you thought maybe you were going crazy. The calls got louder and you started running halfway through the run to your house they stopped. You caught your breath before entering the trailer.
“Hey hun how was school?”
“Alright I guess”
“Make any friends”
“Mom when have you known me to make friends? Also hi Dad”
“Hey sweetie”
“Oh Y/N dinner will be ready soon me and your father have a meeting tonight so we won’t be home till very late”
“Okay” I sat at the table hoping the questions would stop but that was too good to be true.
“So did anything weird happen, meet any new people?”
“I mean there was a girl who was going to show me around, I refused and then she said if I needed anything to come find her because I was family. I don’t know it was super weird maybe she was high or something”
“What was her name”
“I don’t remember maybe Tori, Toni, something like that and her last name was a gemstone, Topaz I think”
“Oh my god, you met Toni. She is a lovely girl Y/N”
“You know her mom?”
“Sweetie your Mom and I know Toni from the Serpents. She is a great girl. She told you that you were family because you are a Serpent by blood. Whether you are an official Serpent or not they will protect you”
“Protect me from what?”
“Uhm doesn’t matter just… nevermind. Eat and then do your homework. Hunny I have to go I will meet you at the Wyrm” I watched my dad leave the house it was as if he was hiding something
“Mom! What was that about?”
“Nothing, just you need to understand the southside can be dangerous if you hang out with the wrong people if you don’t want to be friends with Serpents that is your choice but you need to know that they can protect you and they will if protection is needed”
“Protect me from what? You're not even telling me anything. I don’t need their fucking protection I am fine on my own!” You were always the girl that wanted to stay away from people, you didn’t want the help you wanted to be left alone and that was your plan. You ran to your room slamming the door knowing that for the night your parents would be busy and you could at least be left by yourself.
*Tuesday*
The walk to school was the same, boring to say the least. You walked past the Wyrm again and the Toni girl walked up to you.
“Hey Y/N”
“Were you waiting for me or something?”
“Oh no haha I had to talk to FP before school”
“Should I know who that is?”
“Aren't you a Serpent?”
“By blood apparently according to my parents... but I’m not official”
“Are you going to?”
“What? Become official?”
“No, not really my thing to be quite honest”
“Oh okay, well maybe we can hang sometime”
“I don’t think so your really sweet I just… I don’t do friends” You made it to school at that point leaving Toni behind you as you walked into the building. You didn’t want friends the friends you had before always turned their backs on you and you didn’t want that to happen again.
Lunch felt like it came in a flash and you were hungry so you went to the cafeteria not really wanting to. When you went to Riverdale High you often packed your lunch and ate in the library. You walked through waiting in the line. You grabbed an apple because you weren't too hungry. You went to pay but your mom must have forgotten to add the money. You said it was fine and put the apple down as you walked away. You were going to head to the library. As you started walking out of the cafeteria there was a tap on your shoulder. You grabbed the person's arm as you turned around.
“Don’t touch me” The one thing you never liked was being touched.
“Sorry, I’m Jughead...here” You looked to his hand to see the apple being held out for you.
“I… I don’t need it I’m fine”
“Take it, really”
“No, you don’t need to buy that for me”
“Are you hungry?” you looked down “N, no”
“Exactly you are so take the apple… please. Listen I’m not some weirdo I am a serpent we take care of our own if your hungry you need to eat it really isn’t a big deal” He took your hand turning it over and placing the apple in it.
“I don’t need your help”
“I never said you did” He walked away as you were about to say something. You realized how filled the cafeteria had become and you wouldn’t be able to get out without being noticed. So you took a seat at a random table where nobody was sitting. You figured you would be left alone if you tried keeping your head down. That wasn’t the case, about five minutes after sitting down you saw the guy from before, the guy with the face paint. He was staring at you and started to walk over to you. You got up quickly ready to bolt out of the cafeteria, but then you wrist got grabbed and you got pulled onto a bench at a table. You looked up to see the same kid that grabbed you before.
“I told you not to touch me”
“Well, it was either touch you or let you get beat up so…”
“Wha, what?”
“The guy walking to your table, that was his plan and I wasn’t going to let that happen”
“Look whatever you think he was going to plan is one thing, I do not need your help. Leave me the fuck alone” The Toni girl started talking.
“Y/N look we just want to be friends with you, I know I do. Sit with us it’ll be fun really”
“I don’t need your protection Jughead and I don’t need your friendship either” a guy in the corner spoke up then
“Look I don’t know who you think we are or if you think we are going to hurt you but we aren't you are a serpent by blood which means you get our protection, but if your going to act like we don’t exist don’t come crawling to us when you need protection or when the ghoulies try and take you out to get their stripes” The jughead kid spoke again.
“Look… he” Before he could finish you ran. You didn’t want to be in the cafeteria anymore, and you didn’t want to a part of the Serpents. You didn’t need their protection and you didn’t need their friendship either. You ran to the library, it was the South Side there was barely any books and no one willingly went in there not even to do J&J. It was the one place in the entire school no one would look. You drug a chair into a back corner and started reading a book. Books were important to you they were a way to escape into a world that was better than your own. You read for what you only presumed to be hours because once you looked out the window you saw darkness. You looked at your phone to see text after text from your mom about where you were and if you were safe. You told her you got stuck at school and asked if she could pick you up. She didn’t respond so you figured that she was busy and you were just going to walk home. You started walking out of the library and thought you heard a noise. You chose to ignore it thinking it was just anxiety or the fact that it was dark. You saw it then on the ground someone's shadow standing in front of you. You turned around but bumped into someone. You looked up and there was the paint again. You knew you had to stand your ground because these were not the type of people you could back down to.
“Leave me alone”
“Oh, and why would we do that?”
“Because I… I didn’t do anything”
“Oh but you did sweetheart, your a Serpent”
“No! I’m not” you tried to run but the guy standing by the door caught you.
“What, haven’t done the dance?”
“What dance?” He slapped you “Don’t play stupid Serpent Slut”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Who are you?”
“I’m a Ghoulie let’s just say our gangs don’t get along and you sweetheart are fresh blood. See my boy over there he wants to earn his stripes, and he wants to do that with you”.
“Why me? Just let me go I’ll leave you alone”
“Oh no no, no one is here to protect you” he took a knife out of his pocket cutting away at the shirt I had on. “Stop please” you saw how close he was and thought it was your only chance. You brought your foot up kneeing him directly in his crotch but you regretted it instantly. He became angrier.
“Oh, so you wanna do this the hard way… okay”
“Boys hold her” your head flung back before you even realized what happened. He had punched you in the nose. You saw the blood drip to the floor coming from your nose before you were thrown down on top of it. The guys who were holding you each kicked you in the ribs. You swore you heard an audible crack if that was even possible. It was hard to breathe for a second the wind being taken out of you. “Just let me go”
“Can’t do that, we have to make a mark”
“Wha… what do you mean” You saw the switchblade being pulled out of his pocket almost as if it was slow motion. “No, no god please no”
“Oh don’t worry we are going to have some fun first” Two guys held you down as he began to drag the knife across your neck and down your stomach. You knew not to move the sharp end was pointed towards you. One wrong move and the guy would draw blood. You looked up trying to forget what was happening around you. You thought of the story you read trying to relay the events of it in your mind as a way to ignore everything that was happening. But you felt it he was done with the knife, for now, he closed it but still held the cool metal to your neck. His hand came down along the line of your jeans unbuttoning them. You wanted it to be over. You wished you had just gone home after lunch, You wished that you would have listened, but you didn’t and now you were alone. You heard your phone ring, the ringtone from your mom, but you couldn’t reach it. You were screaming you wanted this to be over. Your jeans came off and his hand laced around the top of the panties that you wore. This was it you closed your eyes hoping it would end.
Jughead’s POV
I had to stay after school to work on a paper for the red and black I sat there with my headphones on for hours typing away. It was easier writing the articles here than it was to write them at my trailer or at the Wyrm.
I took my headphones off as I was getting ready to leave when I heard a scream followed by “let me go” I texted Toni, Fangs and Sweet Pea to come to the school. I knew I was going to be in a fight Serpents hade code we didn’t let women get hurt or really anyone for that matter. They responded saying they were on their way. Usually, we were to wait, but once I saw who was getting attacked I couldn’t. There Y/N was on the ground, the Ghoulies trying to take full advantage. I couldn’t let that happen, not to her.
Y/N POV
The hands that were holding you down stopped. The guy was pushed into a locker. You looked up and saw Jughead. He dodged a punch. You saw his switchblade click open before you heard one of the Ghoulies yelp in pain. You heard the doors of the school open as bodies came running towards you. Toni, The tall guy, and some other dude. The tall one took out one of the ghoulies why the other guy pried the one off of Jughead. Toni ran towards you trying to knock you out of your shocked state but you sat there in shock you couldn't move. You watched as the guys drug the ghoulies outside.
“Y/N can you hear me?” you didn’t respond
“Y/N!” You couldn’t move. You watched as the guys came back in walking towards you. Jughead spoke up. “Has she said anything Toni?” you could hear everything but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or move. “No Jug I tried she won’t even move she’s just been shaking” you watched as he stood up rubbing a hand through his hair. The fangs guy tried rubbing your shoulder as if he was trying to help you calm down but it scared you and you flinched back into the locker. “STOP!” He jumped up and kept apologizing. Jughead pointed at him.
“Fangs what the hell, don’t do that”
“Jones I was just trying to help”
“I know…” you watched as Jughead leaned in front of you. Your eyes met his and a calm washed over you. He started talking. “Y/N I'm going to put my jacket over you okay, I promise you I will not hurt you okay.” you nodded your head the only thing you seemed to be able to do. The jacket came around you and you felt safe. “Y/N can, can you walk you don’t have to talk just shake your head yes or no” You shook your head yes “Okay well let’s stand you up and then I am going to take you to my trailer so I can clean your cuts is that okay? If not I can take you to the hospital” You looked up at him as he was now standing as he reached his arm towards you. “Y, your trai-trailer please” You stood up and started walking but collapsed as the other guy caught you. “Thanks…” Jughead came up next to you grabbing onto your arm. “I got her Sweet Pea, Thank you” Jughead led you to the truck in the school parking lot that one of the guys must have brought. “Can you drive my bike to the Wyrm fangs, I’ll bring your truck tonight or tomorrow if that’s cool”
“Course Jones, tell her I’m sorry about what happened. If you need anything just call” He drove to the trailer and led me inside placing me onto the couch. He walked into the bathroom and came back out with a first aid kit. He put something on a towel and went to press it to my face but stopped. “This may sting a bit, I’m sorry” he was right it did and I hissed in pain he just looked at me apologetically. He stopped as he finished applying the ointment to my face. “I… thank you”
“Y/N I am so sorry I didn’t get there sooner. I promised myself I would protect you and I didn’t”
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why me? Why protect me”
“There is a few reasons”
“Tell me.”
“No not right now”
‘No one ever fucking tells me anything Jughead. Not my parents, no one. I was told a day before we moved here that we were moving. I came home on my first day of school and was told to be careful that some people were not safe. I didn’t even know my parents were serpents till we moved. And then I'm getting attacked in a hallway. So save the not right now shit and tell me… please” Your voice broke towards the end and he grabbed your cheek.”
“Now isn’t the right time”
“No time is the right time, fucking tell me... please”
“One reason, your a serpent we protect our own. Another reason was that your parents asked the Serpents keep and eye on you. The third… I”
“You what Jughead”
“I like you, I don’t know why, I saw you moving into your trailer my dad told me we used to be friends as kids, and then you just caught my attention with the reading at lunch. I just wanted to help you I wanted to be your friend to get close to you. I… I’m sorry”
“I’m not used to protection Jughead, I am not used to friends, I’m kind of a loner”
“When I first moved to Southside High. I identified as a loner the Ghoulies tried getting me and they did but I got away. I wanted to protect you from them I thought you went home I am so sorry”
“You did protect me, you saved me. It… they could have”
“I know Y/N but they didn’t and your safe they won’t mess with you. I know it defeats the point, but do you maybe want to be loners together, friends and then figure it out from there”
“I’d like that”
“Y/N would you ever consider being a Serpent fully”
“I think so, what i've seen that you guys stand for the way your a family I want that. I think I was just shocked scared at my parents not knowing their lives completely, but I want to”
“Do you wanna stay here for the night”
“I do but I don’t have clothes”
“Hold that thought” You saw him walk back into a room and he came back out with shorts and a shirt. “I hope these are alright they may be a little big but….”
“Thank you jughead”
“The bathroom is the first door on the left” you went and changed coming back out to see sheets being laid on the couch. “I can make up the couch Jughead”
“No, no take my room please”
“I… I can't do that this is your home that is your bed”
“I insist really”
‘Tha….” he stopped you. “You don’t need to thank me” you went into his bedroom laying down and almost instantly fell asleep. You woke up screaming having a nightmare about what happened. You watched the bedroom door bust open.
“What happened! Y/N! Are you okay?” tears were streaming down your face. “I… I’m sorry, I’m fine go back to sleep or… I’ll leave you can have your bed back I’m sorry” he came to the bed cupping your face in his hand and wiping the hair out of your face. “You're not leaving it is 3 am and it’s okay. Did, did you have a nightmare or something” you shook your head yes as he hugged you. His arm snaked around your waist and you hissed in pain. He looked at you. Pointing to your shirt and you nodded your head that it was okay. He slowly lifted your shirt to see the bruise that littered your stomach. “I’m so sorry Y/N since your breathing okay your ribs aren't broken but I know it hurts, it should be gone in a week or so” you started sobbing again. “Hey I promise I will keep you safe, they won’t touch you again, now get some rest” he started walking out of the room and whatever courage was inside you, you used it to speak up
“Jug”
“I like hearing that from you Y/N, what’s up?”
“I… can, can you sleep in here?”
“Are you sure, I know what you just went through if you're saying it cau…”
“I want you to, please” he came over laying down next you, you crawled close and he wrapped his arm around you. “I feel safe with you Jughead, thank you”
‘I hope I can always make you feel safe Y/N, and after your Serpent initiation I hope you know you will have an entire army of people that will make you feel safe too”
A/N: I caved and kinda broke my promise about not starting season 3 until I wrote this part, but it was only like an hour before I did so IT DOESN’T REALLY COUNT AS A BROKEN PROMISE
Summary: After Cheryl’s invitation to Jason’s memorial, you have a father daughter conversation with your dad, in which you tell him something important.
Pairing: Jughead x Andrews!reader
Word Count: 1486
Warnings: Swearing I think that’s it?
Masterlist
Broken Masterlist
The next morning, Jughead was gone again. So was Archie, he had morning football practice and since nobody thought it was a good idea for me to walk on my own, I went with him. It was cold enough that I needed a sweater and I ended up wearing a light rain coat over top as well. The sky was dark and the grass was covered in dew. The bleachers were also wet, so I laid my rain coat over a small section and sat down with a book. When the first morning bell rang, I snuck away from the field without Archie noticing. I knew it wasn’t the best idea, but it had been a long time since my friends and family had let me walk around on my own.
Of course, I ran into Jughead inside. I was frustrated because I knew he wasn’t gonna leave me until I was in class, but I was also happy to see him and almost relieved because honestly, I hated walking through the halls alone. I knew that, so why did I walk off on my own? I have no fucking clue.
“Hey, what are you doing? Where’s Archie?” He asked when he got close to me. I just stared at him for a second.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“Because it’s a school day?” He responded, confused.
“You’re never here this early.”
“Once in a blue moon.” He told me. Liar.
Jughead walked me to our first class and we took our usual seats in the back. It was probably boring as hell, but thoughts kept me occupied. Two classes later, we were sitting on the same bleachers that I had been on this morning, eating lunch with Betty, Archie and Veronica. They were talking about some sort of ‘date’ that Betty had been on until Valerie showed up to talk to Archie.
“I know Ms.Grundy was tutoring you,” Valerie said.
“Understatement of the year.” Veronica said quietly. I brought a hand up to my mouth to keep my laugh from being to loud. Arch was still pretty broken up about this whole thing and I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him.
“-now you have zero excuse for avoiding music.” Betty finished telling Archie. I noticed that Valerie had left, but it wasn’t long before her absence was replaced by Cheryl Blossom, holding a bunch of black envelopes.
“Sorry to interrupt sad breakfast club,” She said it as an insult, but was it really? “But I’m here to formally invite you to Jason’s memorial this weekend.” Cheryl said as she passed out the invitations. Great, a funeral. With a dead body. That wasn’t going to scare me at all. No disrespect to Jason, but I did not want to go. I would though, I could make myself. He had been a good kid. Or had he? His name had been in that book of conquests after all.
Later that night, both Archie and I managed to sneak people into our rooms without dad knowing. Archie wasn’t really trying to hide Valerie, they just happened to enter the house when dad wasn’t home. I was trying to hide Jughead. I felt guilty about it, but I wasn’t in the right state of mind to be answering all the questions that my dad was sure to have for me. Jug wasn’t there for very long, especially after dad walked into Archie’s room and met Valerie. We could hear bits and pieces of what they were saying from my room downstairs. It was a small house, it wasn’t exactly hard.
“Maybe I should go.” Jughead said. We were sitting on my bed, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
“Maybe you should.” I responded with a sigh. “I don’t want you to though.”
“Do you wanna talk to your dad?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “No, not really.”
“Then ya, I should go before he comes in here.” He stood up and began to open my window. “Hey, are you going to Jason’s funeral?”
“I guess. Why?”
“I wasn’t sure if you would.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, because-“
“Being in the same room as a dead body could send me spiraling into an abyss of sadness and confusion?”
“Yeah.”
“It could, but I should go. Be disrespectful not to.”
“Maybe, but it could be better for you not to.”
“We’ll see.” I said. I said these things without really thinking. I was tired and didn’t really have the energy to talk.
“I was just asking because Betty was talking to one of Jason’s old friends and he said that Jason was acting really weird before he died.”
“You think he was hiding something?”
“Maybe. We’re gonna find out.”
“At his funeral? And I thought I was disrespecting him by not going.”
“So you’re not going.”
“...No. I think I’ll go. To keep you and Betty in line.”
“It’s not like we’re going to vandalize his coffin, we’re just gonna look around his room.”
“For what?”
“We don’t know yet.”
I nodded my head in understanding and Jughead crawled out my window. When he had said goodbye and closed the window, I leaned over and pulled one of my handles that was attached to the curtains. They closed and I was enveloped in darkness.
I think the world is just such a bright place. Some people say it’s dark and cruel and while I agree that it’s cruel, the flashlights and the neon signs and the brilliant sunlight all contradict the darkness. Sometimes I think it’s too bright and I have to sit in my room and turn all the lights just to feel balanced again.
My dad knocked on the door and I knew he was listening for me tell him to come in. I did.
“Hey, how are you holding up?” He asked.
“Cheryl invited us to Jason’s memorial.” I answered, not really giving him a direct answer, but also telling him exactly what he asked for.
“You don’t have to go, you know that.”
“I feel like I have to.”
“Why?” He asked, sitting down on my bed.
“I don’t know.”
We stayed silent for a moment. It wasn’t silent for though, my brain was still running wild with thoughts. What if Jason wasn’t dead? Well that wasn’t possible. What if we found out why he was acting strange? Who killed him? Was it someone I knew? I wouldn’t sleep for a long time if it was. I wouldn’t trust anyone. What if Jughead killed him? He didn’t. I knew that. What if it was a kid though? What if had been Polly? No, she hadn’t. Polly’s parents? No, they had an image to uphold. Where was Polly anyway? She had been put in a home, but why? Was I going to be put in a home? No. Maybe.
“Dad, would you ever put me in a home? Like where the Coopers sent Polly?”
“What? Why would you ask that?”
“They put Polly there because she’s crazy. I’m crazier than Polly.”
“You don’t know that, we don’t know what happened with her.”
“Would you do it.”
He sighed, “I would only ever think about sending you away, if you got worse. And when I say worse, I mean a lot worse. If you were hurting yourself or somebody else-not that I think you ever would. If it got really bad, so that you weren’t functioning enough to take care of yourself, I might do it. Only to get you help.”
I nodded.
“You’d tell if it’s getting worse, right?”
I nodded.
“You know you can tell me anything?”
I remained silent. I could tell him anything. Wasn’t there something I had to tell him? Something. A lovely, beautiful, happy something and I couldn’t remember what it was. I could figure it out though. Happiness. Happiness was sitting in a booth at Pop’s with fries and a milkshake. But there was something missing from this scenario. I wasn’t alone in Pop’s, Jughead was sitting across from me. Jughead.
“I’m dating Jughead.” I said aloud.
“What?” Dad said, confused. He was probably confused because this was a seemingly random thought, not to me, but blurted out like that, it was definitely random. “Jughead? You’re dating Jughead Jones?”
“Yeah,” I said, still just kinda staring into the dark corner of my room.
“Okay. I guess I should've known that, I mean you have been spending a lot of time together.”
“You didn’t think I was ever going to start dating, did you?” I smiled.
“Well, not exactly-“
“It’s okay, dad, neither did I.” I laughed. He gave me a smile.
“Alright, well, I will leave you to figure out whether or not you’re going to the funeral.”
“Okay.”
He got up and left my room, telling me not to think to hard about it. Like that was even in the realm of possibility.
We were in our break. I was reading a book because, well, I’m that kind of girl. It’s not like I’m less sociable or more shy because I read. I’m okay with almost everyone.
But Kevin and Betty were talking, Reggie was with the football team laughing, Ronnie was with her new ‘distraction’ and Archie was too distracted to maintain a conversation.
And Jughead, well we were already talking, in our peculiar way. We just needed to look at each other’s eyes. Sometimes, when someone said something stupid, I looked at him, and we both smirked.
Well, like I was saying, I was reading, sitting in the sofa nearest Jug, when I heard something that didn’t like me.
Reggie was laughing about the way Jason had died. I was going to say something, but Jughead caught my eyes and shook a little his head.
I wasn’t going to do anything, until Reggie began to say dangerous things. He was playing detectives.
“I mean, let’s think about it.” Reggie motioned everyone with a cocky smile. “If a kid of Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right?” in that moment, I tensed, a part of me knew where Reggie wanted to bring us. “No, let’s be honest. Isn’t always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic, Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid?” I discreetly looked at jughead, who tensed too, crossing his arms. This time, Jughead didn’t want to look at me. “some smug, moody, serial killer, fanboy freak” I looked at Archie, nervous Betty Kevin and Veronica didn’t even bother to look at Jug. If Reggie did something to him, I was going to kill him. “Like… Jughead!” Reggie called him turning around to face him, still laughing. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. “what was it like Suicide Squad… When you shot Jason?” I closed my book fiercely, making Veronica turn to face me.
“you didn’t do stuff to the body, did you?” Reggie asked and I saw jughead reach his limit of patience. “Like… After?” Reggie added and everyone laughed. I thought Jughead was going to punch Reggie. That he was going to storm away and cry like sometimes had done before, being me the only person that he let stay with him in that moment. But he just smiled sarcastically, like I always did.
That was something good. But Jughead didn’t stop there.
“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie.” Jughead correct him calmly. “can you spell it?” everyone looked surprised at Jughead, and then, they turned at Reggie, also surprised. I don’t know if Reggie tried to spell it, but he got angry and jumped over the coach.
“come here you little-!!” Reggie groaned. I saw that coming, so I stood up and put myself in front of Reggie, pulling Jughead behind me.
“don’t touch him.” I hissed holding Jughead’s hands behind my back. “I have endured enough.”
He laughed. I couldn’t blame him for that. The situation was ridiculous. Reggie Mantle was much taller than me, and I was much weaker. However, I was there, ready to hit him if it was necessary. I was sick of his constant bullying to Jughead.
“Oh gosh… You and Donny Darko?” he asked trying to reach Jughead pushing me aside.
“don’t touch her!” I heard Jughead shout, and I had time enough to pull him softly against the wall again. With my hands in his chest, I noticed the increasing speed of his heart.
“woah” Reggie laughed again. “and what happens if I touched her, Suicide Squad?” I noticed both of Jughead’s hands holding my waist against him.
“I’ll hit you” I said turning around. A large hand parted me from Jughead grabbing my arm.
“Hit me.” Reggie laughed. I didn’t think twice. I raised my fist and punched his face with all my forces. Reggie lost the balance and Jughead help me to step back with him before Reggie stood up again.
I knew that Reggie was going to hit me. When he raised his fists, Jughead moved to cover me at the same time Archie stepped in the middle trying to calm down Reggie. I guided Jughead out there and he stopped in his tracks.
“Y/n are you crazy?” he whispered worried, but we both were smiling. “he could’ve hurt you.”
“I know. But I’m tired of him.” suddenly, I noticed that his hands was still holding mines, and I blushed. “Uh… Your heart… Was beating… Very fast.” now he blushed too.
“you were too close.” he murmured looking down at our hands. “and if I hadn’t pulled you that close, Reggie would have done some to you.” I bit softly my lower lip and let my hands travel to his cheeks, attracting him to me.
I kissed him briefly and shyly.
“Thank you Jug” I said smiling and, with a smile, I walked away, letting him in the middle of the hall. With a stupid grinn in his face.
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SERIOUSLY JUGHEAD JONES DESERVES THE BEST LIFE. SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE CARE OF HIM😢💚💚 I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE AMORES 💋🐍
Summary: After finding herself in a life of trouble, a bright student steps into the viper’s nest, meeting some rather charming snakes.
Paring: Jughead Jones x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of being beaten and a few curse words.
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You’d lived on the South Side for as long as you could remember. Although you didn’t want to encourage the prejudice the North Siders had against everyone on the “wrong” side of the tracks, you had to admit that your life on the South Side had been far from ideal.
Your father had been involved with the Ghoulies, mother scribbled out of the picture, and you learned that gangs were harsh, cruel things, not anything you ever wished to be involved in. But that wasn’t really your choice to make. At thirteen, your father had traded you to the Ghoulies to settle his debt, retaining his freedom at the cost of your own.
You weren’t a member of the gang, merely a servant to their whims. They kept you locked away from the world, trapped in a basement and schooled in obedience. However, that obedience was fear based, not based on your ethics. You didn’t believe in the Ghoulies, and knew wholeheartedly that what they did to the South Side was wrong. That didn’t matter, though. At risk of being burned, beaten, and/or cut, you practiced a silent obedience toward their harsh, unforgiving orders.
Typically, they kept you removed from the world. Although you went out on occasion, you spent three years of servantry primarily in a Ghoulie basement until they decided keeping you hidden wasn’t enough. They needed you for more jobs than that.
Apparently such a job was being a Serpent spy.
Of course, you were too timid to be a real Serpent, but they insisted that you needed to get close to the action in any way possible, utilizing your silence to gather intel for the gang.
You started school again.
Stepping foot into Southside High for the first time, it felt like the eyes of everyone in the world crawled against your skin like slimy cockroaches. You felt lost, alone, dirty. The Ghoulies would harass you in public as to “not blow your cover.” However, you knew it was really just another excuse to litter your skin with bruises and mind with hateful remarks. The Serpents didn’t approach you. They noticed your arrival to the institution, if you could even call it that, and the way you tried to avoid everyone. You were quiet, skittish even, in their eyes, nothing to waste time on.
But you were bright.
No one was prepared for that, neither the Ghoulies nor the Serpents.
You weren’t boastful of it at all, sitting toward the back of the class away from everyone else, bashful whenever the teacher called on you for an answer, always correct.
It was only a matter of time before your teacher informed you that you needed to get involved more with the other students, introducing you to Sweet Pea and Toni. They barely regarded you, and you only gave them a small, shy smile in return. When your instructor said that you would need to tutor them, your eyes grew wide at the thought, Ghoulies snickering behind you, knowing you’d gotten an opportunity into the viper’s nest. Toni and Sweet Pea scoffed, turning to march out the door, before the teacher’s harsh voice rang out. “If you do not get tutored by (y/n), we will hold the both of you back a grade. You will be repeating this class and several others next year.”
“That’s not fair!” Toni growled, Sweet Pea grumbling similar sentiments.
“I’m giving you a solution,” the teacher said, gesturing toward your trembling figure. “Take it,” she hissed before stepping out into the hallway.
Your eyes met theirs, round and saucer-like in terror. “Whyte Wyrm. After school. Don’t be late,” Toni spat, whirling around with her gangmate and slithering down the hall.
The Ghoulies left in the room surrounded you.
“Don’t screw this up, whore,” one spat.
“Yeah. You know the price,” growled another.
A few reached out, slapping your face and batting your head, reminding you that obedience was absolutely necessary.
After a few more hours of uneasy existence, you padded up to the bar, eyes tracing the door warily. Quite literally, you were about to step into the snake pit, and you were far from ready.
The door clicked as it closed behind you, the embroidered eyes of snakes on leather jackets greeting you. Without meaning to, you let out a shaky breath.
“Sit down over there,” someone shouted. Looking up, you saw Toni behind the bar pointing at a table in the corner. You nodded to yourself, settling softly into the shadows. Placing your mathematics textbook and copy of Pride and Prejudice on the table, you studied the scene before you. The room was dark, but lively and warm compared to the dank areas the Ghoulies would lurk around town. Booze and brawn rippled through the area as people chatted, played pool, and threw darts.
Eventually, Toni and Sweet Pea ambled over to you, eyes dragging your moth eaten clothes and skittish eyes. “So you’re gonna keep us from failing?” Toni addressed you. You nodded shyly before she continued, “This is Sweet Pea. I’m Toni.” She paused for a moment, staring you down. “And you are?” she drawled out in an annoyed tone.
“(Y/N),” you murmured quietly.
She nodded, pulling a book and some paper out for her and her less than studious counterpart. The night was rather awkward, you timidly explaining things they didn’t understand as they plundered through algebraic expressions and basic trigonometric equations. The rest of the week followed in a similar fashion, you arriving at the bar and explaining enough for them to pass without insulting their dignity too much, each night being beaten by Ghoulies for not retrieving any useful information about the rival gang. Hiding bruises and diagramming problems had become your two strongest skills, though, so you didn’t have much of a problem keeping the Serpents from becoming too suspicious of your unsuccessful spying. Earnestly, you were really beginning to like the Serpents; their gang proved to be almost homey in a way the Ghoulies never had.
Yet the rhythm couldn’t just continue as normal; life would be too easy that way. Eventually, the Serpent King himself had to stride into the bar. Only, sillily enough, you hadn’t the faintest idea who he was.
Toni and Pea had been working on a study guide for the latest exam, and, to be honest, they were doing really well. To pass the time, you were now nose deep in The Great Gatsby, eyes fluttering over Nick Carraway’s exhilarating adventure. Typically, you blocked out the idle chatter of the bar, but a clear, confident voice broke through your reverie. “Gatsby? Isn’t that a tad elementary?”
Your eyes drug up to meet his icy blue gaze, feeling your face pepper red in shame. “I didn’t get to read much where I used to live,” you said softly, glancing back down to the worn pages of the novel.
The boy arched a brow at you. “Where you used to live?” You nodded, eyes back to scanning the page again in an attempt to avoid his question.
“(Y/N), this is how you do this, right?” Toni asked, shoving the paper in front of your face.
Scanning the page, you nodded. “Make sure you carry your tens, though. It should be 62, not 52.” She let out a curse under her breath and continued working.
The dark haired boy smirked slightly before continuing his questions. “Where are you from?”
“Here and there,” you replied softly, avoiding his gaze.
Toni finished her paper, smacking it down on the table with a grin the size of the Cheshire Cat’s. “Done. Sweet Pea, you good?” He nodded, scratching down the numbers on his last problem. “Right in time for the meeting. Sorry, (y/n), you’re gonna have to leave. Official Serpent business only.”
You nodded, gathering your things carefully. “Monday, then?”
Needless to say, as your nervous figure slipped from the bar that evening before the meeting even begun, the Ghoulies took the weekend to remind you who you belonged to, fists and hot metal meeting your sensitive flesh as a reminder of your worthless behavior rang through your hot ears.
Things moved on in a fairly regular pattern, you helping the Serpents with their studies, and occasionally you and Jughead (you’d finally learned the crowned boy’s name) would discuss novels. You were surprised by his intellect, and he yours. However, there was something about you that he just didn’t understand. You were so shy, skittish. It didn’t matter if it was Toni or him or some stranger in the bar, you seemed to be afraid of everyone, jumping at sudden words or actions, eyes widening slightly every time someone entered the bar.
Yet the cool of Riverdale’s fall soon permeated the air, adorning the world with frosty, slushy rain. You’d been able to walk back to your residence, a makeshift box beneath a bridge near Sweetwater River, after being confronted by the Ghoulies each night. But tonight was different. The wind was howling, rain piercing the ground like bullets, and you were dreading the thought of going out in the cold. Of course, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.
So after pulling on your backpack and wrapping your arms around your already frigid frame, you stepped out into the war of weather, trembling as you tried to push toward the storm.
You weren’t that sneaky, though. Although Toni had been too distracted behind the bar to notice you pad off into the storm, Jughead had not failed to notice your foolish escape. Pulling his leather jacket on, he marched out into the cold, jumping on his motorcycle and racing down the block to find you.
“What are you doing?” he shouted at you above the wind. Your eyes were wide as you gazed at him, lips already beginning to pale. You didn’t know what to say. Oh, you know, just going back to my box under the bridge where I’ll probably freeze to death unless I get killed by a Ghoulie first. What about you? “Get on!” he shouted again, handing you a helmet. You stepped near his bike, placing it on your head, but not clipping it.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” you said back. If he hadn’t been listening closely, he wouldn’t have heard it over the deafening wind. But he did.
Reaching out, he clipped the buckle under your chin. “Get on.”
You never imagined to confront Jughead Jones’s home that night, but as his roaring motorcycle rumbled to a stop beside his trailer, you didn’t argue against his welcome inside from the cold.
Sopping wet and slightly frozen, he ushered you inside his house, pulling the door shut and locking it tightly.
Pulling off his beanie and shaking out his damp locks, he asked, “Where have you been staying?”
You looked down, not daring to make eye contact with him. “Don’t worry about it, Jughead. I’ll just wait for the rain to stop and then get out of your hair.”
“No,” he said a little more forcefully, “Where have you been staying?”
Your eyes met his, and embarrassment filled your chest. “Under Foxcole Bridge.” It was barely more than a mutter, but he heard it.
His first instinct was to be mad you hadn’t said anything to anyone, but standing there staring at your trembling figure, he knew there were more important things to rectify at the moment. Turning on his heel, he pulled an old shirt and some sweatpants out of his room as well as some socks, offering them to you. “Take a shower. You’ll be warmer.”
You stared at him warily for a moment, but the absolute numbness of your feet drug you from your position near his door into his bathroom.
Within twenty minutes, you had showered and dressed in his warm clothes, and Jughead had dried off his hair, changing into dry clothes and sitting down on the couch with his laptop.
When you emerged, curiosity drew you toward the boy whose hands flew across the worn keys. He didn’t look up to you at first, finishing the last few of his sentences before clicking his laptop shut and turning toward you. You’d sat next to him, eyes gliding over his every movement, but now it was his turn to survey you.
Devoid of makeup and clad in a tee shirt, he’d managed to expose the exterior you’d been hiding in the Whyte Wyrm. Bruises, cuts, and scars all littered your battered arms, revealing the truth behind your nervous behavior.
He moved cautiously, attempting not to scare you. “Who?” he queried, scarce more than a whisper, as he trailed a fingertip down your arm.
Realizing with shame your fatal mistake, you jumped, from the couch, turning away from him and wrapping your navy kissed arms around your figure. “I’m sorry. I should go.”
“No, no,” he said softly, rising from his seat. “I’m sorry. That was a little forward of me. Here, sit down. Let’s just talk.” You eyed him warily, but the invitation of a blanket soon lured you into a spot next to him, socked feet curled under your body. “What book are you reading now?” he queried softly, attempting to tread gentle ground to make you comfortable.
“Frankenstein,” you said softly.
He nodded. “Are you liking it?”
You smiled to yourself a little, finally glancing up into his eyes. “The scientist is kind of a whiny bitch, but the actual writing is really good.” He chuckled, a smile cracking on his own lips. “How is your novel coming?” you queried softly, earning a confused glance from him. “Toni said something about you liking to write. I just figured…” you gestured toward the laptop beside him.
He gave you a reassuring smile. “You’re more astute than I gave you credit for. Actually, yeah it’s-” His words were broken off by a sharp banging on the door. You looked at one another warily as he got up to answer it.
He cracked the door open slightly, two dark eyed Ghoulies gazing back at him through the cold, one obviously drunk. “Where the hell is (y/n)? We saw her leave the Wyrm with you,” one spat, the other glaring at Jughead menacingly.
“I dropped her near the bridge. Said she’s been staying out there for a few weeks now, camping or something,” Jug said gruffly, glaring right back. “What do you want with her?”
“She belongs to one of ours,” the drunk Ghoulie spat back.
Jughead scoffed. “Then maybe you should find her before she freezes to death.” With that, he slammed the door, turning the bolt to lock it, and silently ushering you into his room away from the windows.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” he asked softly, sitting across from you on his bed. “Those were Ghoulies at the door.” Your eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but notice the way you uneasily glanced toward the living area again, terror flashing across your face. Your fingertips curled around your arms, wrapping yourself in a small layer of protection, though you knew that the Ghoulies entering the trailer would make said protection worthless. His eyes followed yours, glancing back to your worried figure. “Will they hurt you?” You avoided his gaze, but nodded, letting your hair fall in front of your eyes. “Would they try to break in to get to you?” You’d barely finished nodding before Jughead was up, yanking his phone from his pocket and dialing.
Within a half hour, the trailer was full of snakes. They milled around for a while, conversing and planning what to do. Toni sat on a chair in Jughead’s room, you snuggled into his sheets. She was telling you something or other about how the Serpents took care of their own, how the Ghoulies wouldn’t be able to get to you, but as your eyelids began to slowly droop, lulled by the comfort of a real bed, Toni slid from the chair, reuniting with the snakes in the hall.
They were taking shifts guarding the door, the rest forming sleeping bodies curled on chairs and the floor. When you awoke, startled from the roar of thunder through the thin walls of the trailer, it was an ungodly hour. Frightened from the dark and unnerved by your surroundings, you rose from Jughead’s bed, padding gently down the carpeted hall. You found a den of sleeping snakes, Jughead sat on the floor, raw eyes staring at the front door. His body was illuminated by the television, flickering white light across his glossy Serpent jacket and dark shocks of hair. The sound wasn’t on, and the snores of Serpents littered the room.
“Jughead, what are you doing up?” you whispered softly, kneeling beside his stiff frame.
“Keeping watch. No Ghoulies are getting in. You’ll be safe.” His eyes never left the door, and his diligence brought a small smile to your lips.
“You need to rest.”
He rolled his eyes, but it only accentuated just how dark the bags under those oceanic orbs were.
You didn’t know Jughead that well, and you could feel shyness bubbling up in your chest, but you were determined to make this right. He was sacrificing too much for you. “The Ghoulies are too dumb to try to break in at this hour, Jug,” his eyes flickered to you at the use of his nickname, “Besides, I can keep watch while you get some rest. You’ve done enough for me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll leave and everything will go back to normal.” Your voice caught at the end of the sentence, and though you tried to mask the fear that caused your voice to waver, Jughead could see right through it.
“No. You’re staying, (y/n). You’ll be safe here. I’ll protect you, we all will.” His eyes had left the door, fixated on you as he gently reached for your arm. “I don’t know what normal is, but I have some guesses, and you’re not going back to any of that.”
His action of comfort was empowering, and you gave him a gentle smile of encouragement. “Then come protect me in the bedroom? I don’t like the loud noises,” you said, gesturing toward the window shyly.
With a sigh, he rose, triple checking the locks before stepping over dozing snakes on the way toward his room.
He tried to sit down on the chair Toni had occupied earlier, but you grabbed his arm, yanking him from his position and pulling the stiff jacket from his exhausted figure. He attempted to object, but after some prodding, you were able to get him into his own bed. You climbed in with him, the air chilly in the trailer despite the influx of bodies littering the floor.
You were facing one another, his eyes already drooping as you jumped, the thunder reverberating loudly around you. As tired as he was, he still managed to notice you jump, gently placing a comforting arm around you. “You’re safe,” he murmured. “The Ghoulies won’t try to break into the snake’s den.”
You hummed, letting yourself fall back into a peaceful slumber in rhythm with the Serpent leader’s slow breathing.
You woke to the pale gray of morning filtering through Jughead’s thick blinds. Your back was to his chest, his arm protectively around your battered frame. He was so warm, so safe compared to the life you’d always known, and you felt yourself slowly realize how happy Jughead Jones could make you feel.
He shifted awake, mumbling an apology and going to pull his arm away. You rolled over to face him. “It’s okay,” you whispered back. “It’s nice.”
He almost went to argue with you that it would be kinda creepy were it not him, a vaguely familiar boy holding you while you sleep, but then he realized that you probably hadn’t gotten that much affection in a while if the Ghoulies were the ones blossoming your skin with blue and violet bouquets. Laying there amongst the early hours of the morning and staring into your lovely eyes, he realized that was something he needed to address.
“Listen, (y/n), I have to ask,” he began gently, “can you tell me what’s been going on? I want to help you, and I will,” he reassured, “but I need to know what we’re dealing with here.”
You took a shaking breath, momentarily unsure if you should tell him you “belonged” to the Ghoulies, before divulging the words you’d never imagined you’d say to another living person, eyes glossing over at the quivering tales of your family, the Ghoulies, your eventual befriending of the Serpents. By the time you had finished, tears were slipping from your eyes, and you tried to quickly wipe them away, but Jughead still saw them. Reaching forward, he said softly, “Can I hug you?” You nodded, and within seconds were pulled against the soft tee shirt, arms enveloping your world worn figure. “You’re gonna be safe here. No more Ghoulies. Not ever.” He rubbed your back soothingly for a while before you pulled back and noticed his glossy eyes. You didn’t have to ask why; he could see the question in your eyes. “I’m just sorry I didn’t notice. That’s why you were so eager about going to the Wyrm, wasn’t it? To get away from the Ghoulies? And the books, that’s why you were so excited about the books.” He sighed. “I’m just so sorry I didn’t realize what was going on.”
You shook your head, the fervor pulling him from his guilty reverie. “No, Jug, don’t be. You weren’t meant to notice. It would have been worse if you had.”
He gave you a sad smile, pulling you back against his chest gently. “But I know now. I promise, I’m never letting anything bad happen to you again.”
And lucky for you, Jughead Jones found himself exceptionally skilled at keeping promises.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story! Let me know what you think, and feel free to shoot any suggestions or requests my way! I hope you’re having a lovely day.
First Dates and Distracted Snakes: A Jughead Jones Short
Summary: As Jughead’s attention to you wanes, you allow yourself to pursue other romantic interests. Although you try to have a good time, you realize that bad guys lurk throughout Riverdale. Can Jughead brighten your thoughts?
Paring: Jughead x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape and sexual assault, some depressing thoughts.
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His dark hair fell into his eyes as his little hands reached for your own dainty ones. “(Y/n),” he said softly, “will you be my girlfriend?”
You squeezed his hand gently, but shake your head, small smile adorning your lips. “Juggie, we’re too little. Ask me again when we’re older, and I’ll say yes, okay?”
He didn’t seem too forlorn from your answer, squeezing your hand back and pulling you toward the swingset. “Okay, just as long as you’ll say yes.”
It has been ten years since that day when you and Jughead Jones were children, acknowledging that you had something more than what ordinary best friends would. Despite growing up together, his asking never again graced your ears, as much as you would have wholeheartedly said yes.
Over the years, you and Jug had found a comfortable rhythm that flowed through your lives. Every day, you would get up and meet him on your porch, sharing breakfast before you set off on the walk to school. Always, always walking together, you would engage in small talk or comfortable silence, either one being something you both enjoyed. Then came classes. Those that you shared, you were hip and hip in; those that you didn’t were never that enjoyable. At lunch you would sit together, and in the student lounge. After school would come long sessions at Pop’s, where the two of you would share food and work in a state of symbiosis. He would write usually, fingertips fluttering over the keys like his life depended on them, like he couldn’t quite get the words out fast enough. You would work on homework, read, or even doodle sometimes. The spans of silence would be broken by the click of his laptop and the eventual conversation that would spur when you gave him your attention and he gave you his.
You’d been the one that pushed him toward writing this book about Jason Blossom’s death, knowing he needed a true outlet for his hyper alert, clever mind. When he started into the investigation, you supported him wholeheartedly, ordering him late night milkshakes to feed his creative mind, dragging him from the diner when it got so late he would cease to be able to function the next day if he didn’t go to bed, and helping him investigate as he saw fit. Although he was your best friend and you inarguably his, you began to notice your late nights at Pop’s together dwindling as he and the rest of the Scooby Gang, most notably Betty Cooper, began to find themselves intensely rooted in the investigation.
You tried to be positive despite the gnawing disappointment in your stomach every morning he wasn’t there to walk with you to school and every night Juggie would forget to meet you at the diner. Your study dates and biweekly dinners soon faltered from their normal schedule, and you had no idea if or when Jug would show up.
So here you were again on a Friday night, sitting glumly in your signature booth sipping a vanilla milkshake halfheartedly. Jughead was always supposed to meet you on Friday nights, another tradition. You would share a meal and discuss the events of the week, any new leads he’d found, and sometimes would conclude the night watching movies in your room. He hadn’t shown up, though, hence why you were on your second milkshake of the night. You didn’t want to admit that saving yourself the social strain of making lots of friends was proving to be a monumental mistake, but it was. Jughead had hardly talked to you in weeks, and you realized gloomily that you’d fallen lackluster to the amazing Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.
Picking at your straw, you jumped when a body slid down in front of you. Half expecting it to be Jughead, you looked up in excitement only to realize that the beanie clad boy was not the person sitting in front of you. Instead Chuck Clayton gazed back at you with a half attractive smirk. “Out alone?” he asked, trying to avoid commenting on the crestfallen look you gave him when you realized he wasn’t the boy you wanted him to be.
You sighed a little. “Yeah. My friend forgot, I think.”
Chuck sympathized with you, carrying on a conversation for the next hour. Although he wasn’t the most charming or intelligent boy in the world, he did make you laugh, ask you about your day, and acknowledge your existence, all of which were worlds above Jughead who wouldn’t even respond to your text asking if he was okay.
That night of subtle flirting and fry sharing turned into one of many more to come. The next week, Chuck would stop in, chatting you up since Jughead couldn’t find the time to talk to you. By the end of the week, he’d asked you out on a date, stating that one of his football companions was throwing a party that he’d adore accompanying you to.
Your first instinct was to hesitate. You’d never been to a party before, and you’d also never been on a date before. Not officially, anyway. You’d been saving yourself for Jughead, just like you’d promised, but the sweet little Forsythe of your youth was the only boy to ever have asked you out. Jughead had never asked again. It was clear now, though, that he had no intention to, mind wrapped around Betty Cooper in all her charming glory.
With a blush rising to your cheeks, you accepted his invitation.
The next evening was another Friday, and you were adorned in your usual bluejeans and a Bulldogs tee shirt. You’d curled your hair lightly, applying a tiny bit of makeup to spruce up your features. You met Chuck at Pop’s Diner, blushing against his compliments as he led you down the streets of Riverdale toward your first date.
Inviting you inside, you didn’t expect the night that would follow. Chuck was quick to drink, trying to force alcohol down your throat as well. You weren’t one for the drinking, trying to suggest that maybe you should go home. Chuck pouted, trying to guilt you into staying. “Just one more dance. Please, baby?” His words made you uncomfortable, but you relented, agreeing to just one more. You wanted this date to be labeled as a success, afterall.
So you stayed, and his hands clamped against your waist, travelling rapidly down to your ass.
“Chuck, what are you-” you shouted, his lips shoving against your own to silence your protests. He pushed you up the stairs, several of his teammates trailing.
The rest of that night was a blur as his hands traveled up your body and touched every square inch. His lips met your neck, hips snapping against your own as you thrashed against his teammates’ weight. You tried to scream but someone’s lips were forced against your own, tasting like liquor and the salt of your tears. Chuck didn’t take you home; shaking, you wrapped your tattered clothes around your quaking frame and stumbled down the streets to your house. Your parents were traveling on business and would be gone for at least another month and a half, so you were free to let the hot tears of shame trickle down your cheeks when you entered the home. Ripping off what was left of your clothes, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot water burn your flesh clean of the horrors it had experienced in the darkness.
That weekend, you were holed up in your bed the whole time, ignoring the occasional buzzing of your phone even through Monday and Tuesday morning. By six Tuesday night, you were finally hungry, dragging yourself up and dressing in fresh clothes. On Saturday, you’d witnessed the photo spread across Instagram and Snapchat, flitting into group chats and ruining any chance of secrecy you’d had at keeping what happened under wraps. A photo of you barely clothed, the jocks closing in around you in a sweaty, hormonal mess. Chuck Clayton was branding you as an easy fuck, the girl who threw her virginity at him. From the photo, you just looked like a slut, not a girl who’d been raped by the team. Only people that knew you would know the lies behind the image.
But still, you needed to eat. So you drug yourself to Pop’s, perched in the farthest seat from the door, sipping on a vanilla milkshake, no cherry or whipped cream - you didn’t deserve it. Pop’s had brought you some sympathy fries that you nibbled on here and there, but for the most part you just sat quietly, dreading the days to come. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Jughead’s approach until he’d slammed down in the seat in front of you. Your eyes flickered up to him, clearly startled. His face was hard, impassive. “How could you?” he said harshly.
“What?” you asked softly, confusion painting over your tired eyes.
“You gave your virginity to Chuck Clayton of all people? Why would you go on a date with that guy?”
Hurt flashed across your face, but your defences were up as his judgemental gaze looked down his nose at you. “Maybe because he was the only guy to ask me out,” you said incredulously, trying to ignore the pain pooling in your heart.
“But you screwed Chuck. Of all the disgusting, filthy, low level things you could have done, you did that. You jumped the first guy that offered.” He tried to keep going, describing how low screwing Chuck Clayton was, but you didn’t hear him. You were rushing up from your seat, tears flooding your cheeks as your feet led you to the door.
You felt someone collide with you as you pushed through the door, Betty and Veronica staring sympathetically at you as you stumbled by, obviously flustered and emotionally unstable. You stumbled toward home while they entered the diner, making a beeline for Jughead.
“Jug, what happened?” Betty asked as she and Ronnie slid into the seat you’d been sitting in.
“She slept with Chuck,” he mumbled out, clearly angry.
Veronica rolled her eyes, “Not by choice, you nitwit.”
“What?” he asked, brows furrowing at her words.
Betty, pale and concerned, began to explain what happened, Ronnie turning her phone around to reveal the photo of your broken, defiled form. Jughead went white, grabbing his bag from the seat and rushing away from the booth, muttering an, “Oh, no,” as he went.
You’d locked the door when you’d gotten home, climbing up the stairs and falling into your fluffy sheets, tears dripping onto pillow as you realized that Jughead was right, you were a dirty slut. You’d asked for it. It was all your fault. You’d went out on a date. You were to blame.
Jughead knew your house like the back of his hand, pulling the spare key from its hiding spot and slipping into your house, locking the door behind him. He knew you’d be in your room; that was always your go to when you were feeling sad.
He ascended the stairs quietly, stepping gently into your room. His heart broke when he saw your weak figure sobbing into your pillows. Bending down, he enveloped you in his arms. Your first instinct was to panic, thrashing against his body until you heard his soothing voice in your ear. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s me. You’re safe, (y/n). You’re safe.”
Just as quickly as you’d started thrashing, you stilled, tears still dripping from your puffy eyes. “Juggie, I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his chest.
“What? Why?”
“It’s my fault,” you whispered, tears starting to rapidly fall again as your breathing hitched. “You were right. It’s my fault. I was low and dirty and bad. I’m so sorry, Jughead.”
“No, no, no,” he murmured, holding you close to his chest and shushing you. “It’s not your fault. None of it was your fault. They hurt you, and they shouldn’t have, and I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
You stayed nuzzled in his arms for a while, hiccupping and sniffling as he whispered soothing words in your hair. “Why’d you come here?” you croaked out after a while, looking up into his eyes.
Jughead rested his forehead against yours, his sigh fanning across your damp cheeks. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. And I’m the fool that got you into this, so I should be the one that helps you through it.” You looked at him quizzically, and he knew what you wanted to ask before you had the chance to say it. “I should’ve asked you out,” his voice grew low, and his demeanor shifted from comforting to shy. “If I had, you never would have been in the situation you were.”
“Juggie,” you sniffled, “it isn’t your fault. I should’ve waited. You were always the one that I wanted.”
“(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?” he whispered softly.
You smiled, an equal grin forming on his lips. “Yes. I’d love to, Jughead.” After a pause, you flopped back on the bed, letting out a sigh. “But I’m so dirty, Jug. How could you want me?” He started to protest, but you cut him off. “I lost my virginity to Chuck Clayton,” you groaned.
“Did you want to?”
You looked back up at him. “Of course not.”
“Then it’s settled,” he said, taking your hand. “You’re just as clean as ever, (y/n). You didn’t give your virginity away, you had a part of you taken. But you are still as pure as untouched snow. Don’t think for a second you’re dirty for not giving yourself away.”
Reaching up to his shoulders, you pulled him down next to you, snuggling into his chest warmly. “Can we just stay here?”
He hummed softly. “Yes, but we’ve gotta go to school tomorrow,” you let out a whine. “It’s okay. I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”
Gently, he kissed your forehead, wrapping his comforting arms around you as the two of you drifted off into a safe, protected slumber.
The next morning, you put on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, and pulled a baseball cap over your head. You tried to look in the mirror, feel comfortable in your own skin, but you still felt out of place. Jughead stepped up behind you, his reflection revealing everything strong and brave you wanted to be. “I just don’t feel brave enough, Juggie,” you whispered.
“Hey, you are,” he comforted gently, pulling his signature flannel from his shoulders and sliding it over your arms, the finishing touch to your armor.
That first day back wasn’t easy, the whispered words of Riverdale High swirling around you like a cloud of smoke. But despite the hungry stares of Chuck Clayton and the hateful gaze of Cheryl Blossom, you clung to the notion that you were enough, catching Jughead’s eye in every hallway to give you strength.
You may have been cheated your first kiss, your first time, but that didn’t matter. Chuck was just a nasty memory that you could push away and forget with time. Jughead, he was forever, and now you didn’t have to wait for forever to come.
A/N: Thanks for reading my story! I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think and shoot any questions or requests my way! :) Hope you all are doing well.
Also, if you have experienced rape or sexual assault, know that my character is 100% wrong, making you wrong. It is NOT your fault AT ALL if someone violated you comfort or privacy. Never blame yourself for that experience. Hindsight is 20/20, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen, and you ARE NOT at fault.
