↳ a / n - inspired by a prompt that i found on pinterest that was based around the idea of a trauma reveal. this is like the most angsty fic i’ve written so enjoy ajshwjsj
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“we got them.”
the text from jughead had caused a relieved sigh to pass her lips as she started walking towards the whyte wyrm, where the gang were. there had been someone riling up the serpents for a while; trashing their bikes, leaving threatening messages, calling the cops on them, etcetera etcetera. it had been happening for a good few weeks to a month at that point, and the serpents had all been losing hope in finding whoever it was. most if not all of the serpents thought it was an old member of the ghoulies; it wouldn’t make too much sense if it was someone else.
y/n allowed herself to breath out a relieved sigh as she opened the doors to the whyte wyrm and stepped inside. now that they had caught this guy, hopefully everything would stop. the bar was empty when she had stepped inside, and she assumed that the bar had been cleared out to keep a hold of and question the asshole. she had noticed outside that fp’s bike was nowhere to be seen, and realised that he didn’t know about what was going on. if he did, there was no way that he would have let jughead do it alone.
when she had stepped inside she could hear shouting around the back, and hugged her jacket tighter to herself as she went through the doors at the back to get to the storage room, where she realised they were holding him. she didn’t particularly like seeing her boyfriend in interrogation mode, as he barely ever shouted when she was with him, but since being in the serpents she had seen that side of him more and more. jughead didn’t scare her, shouting made her nervous, no matter who it was from.
toni was stood by the door when she got to the storage room, and she gave her friend a small smile as she approached.
“were they a ghoulie?” she asked, and toni shrugged.
“i don’t know, jughead said he thinks he recognised him but he’s not certain.” the pink-haired girl shrugged with a sigh. having someone constantly harassing the serpents had taken its toll on everyone, and y/n could see how tired they were. she hoped it all was about to end.
y/n nodded and gave toni a quick hug before she pulled the door open and stepped inside, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen. all of the boxes in the room had been shoved to one wall to make room for the chair that sat underneath the light. from where jughead was stood she couldn’t quite see the guy’s face, though she took note of the duct tape that had him bound to the chair, and was relieved that he didn’t have a chance to get violent. if he really was a ghoulie, it was a precaution that had to be taken; they were pretty well known for their violence. sweet pea leaned against the left wall and fangs was stood beside the door, and she gave the boys a small smile as she shut the door behind her again.
“who’s this?” the strained voice from the middle of the room sounded strangely familiar, but she didn’t have time to focus on it too much as a groan filled the room when jughead kicked his leg. hard.
“shut your mouth, “ he warned, and when she glanced up at him she could see his blade glinting underneath the light. “you’d better start answering our questions.”
jughead started pacing the room then, and once he was out of the way y/n could see who was in the chair. and her stomach twisted almost painfully when she met his eyes. he was staring back at her as jughead started talking again, and when she saw the sick twisted hint of a smile at the corner of his lips she wanted to throw up.
she didn’t know his name, or where he was from, or anything about him at all. all she did know was that for just over a week, she had been held at his mercy as a favour to penny peabody.
it had been just before riot night, when jughead and penny were practically at war. jughead had explained to her after everything that penny knew she was his weakness, and used it against him. although she had never seen penny when she had been held captive, she had seen his ghoulies jacket whenever he came to see her. she didn’t even know where she was being held; in an abandoned building somewhere, so that nobody would accidentally stumble across her. for eight days she had been handcuffed to an old pipe in the freezing cold room, and subjected to the worst amounts of pain she had ever experienced. when the serpents had finally found her, she spent the week after in hospital. and then fangs was shot, and then jughead was beaten within an inch of his life, and then the harassment of the gang started back up again. after everything that had happened, it had been kind of easy to move on from her own torture, as she had countless amounts of distractions to keep her from thinking of it. though stood there in front of him, with his eyes locked on her like they did when he was about to hurt her, it all came back with a painful stab in her stomach.
she had started shaking when his smile grew into a grin, and for a moment she was scared that he would hurt her again. her vision had grown blurry with unshed tears, and she barely noticed the next time jughead had yelled at the guy.
“hows it going, y/n?”
she could see all three boys tense up when the guy spoke, and a noise that resembled a strangled whimper made it out of the back of her throat. when they had saved her, she mentioned the ghoulies jacket and briefly explained that she was hurt, but she didn’t let on to the extent of it all.
and now they were about to know everything.
she could feel their eyes all on her as the trembling grew worse and the tears started slipping down her cheeks, but she couldn’t pull her gaze away from him.
“excuse me?” jughead was glancing between them, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet her boyfriend’s eyes.
“long time no see-” the man cut himself off with a grunt when jughead punched him in the stomach, and she could hear him wheeze as he dragged a breath back in. she was aware of the feeling of being winded, and could almost hear her own wheeze inhales of breath from when he had kicked her into a ball against the pipe.
fangs was at her side and she knew that he was talking to her, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. it felt like her head was underwater, and the only clear thing she could hear was him.
“you’re jughead, right?” he wheezed as he looked up at her boyfriend, and her knees almost buckled when she realised what was coming. “she begged for you.”
sweet pea had pushed himself off of the wall at that point, and she watched as his blade practically touched the guy’s face. “how the fuck do you know her?”
“she must really love you, y’know,” he was still talking to jughead, and she choked back a sob as her chest heaved. “she didn’t stop begging for you, not even when i slashed her own knife across her throat.”
her hand had unconsciously lifted to rest over her neck, where a small though noticeable scar was. he had taken her knife off of her when she had tried to defend herself, and in some sick twisted metaphor he used it on her to hurt her. when she still had a fight in her, he’d cut her neck with the blade; not enough to kill her by any means, it was only a little sting. it was to serve her a reminder that he had the power to kill her if he wanted to.
her stomach dropped the next time she felt jughead’s eyes on her, because from that statement alone they all would know exactly who he was. and now they would have to know everything that happened.
“what did you just say?” jughead spoke quietly, which in a situation like that was worse than him yelling. he always got quiet before he completely lost his shit.
“i’m saying,” the guy glared up at jughead, before he glanced back at y/n, who could barely keep herself stood up. “that i’ve probably made your girlfriend scream more than you-”
jughead punched him again, and she had started shaking so much that fangs had grown concerned enough to try to guide her out of the room, though her feet had rooted to the floor and she was completely stiffened in place. she wanted nothing more than to have run home and hidden away from everyone, but she physically couldn’t move.
“you wanna know what i did to her?” he spat blood towards jughead’s shoes, and her bottom lip quivered as he looked back at her once more. “i-”
“please don’t.”
her voice was quiet, and if she was in a normal atmosphere she probably wouldn’t have even been heard. but as soon as she had spoken the room was so silent she probably could have heard a pin drop. all of them were looking at her, and fangs had started trying to guide her out of the room again, but she still couldn’t move. the guy, who still had his eyes locked on hers, leaned forwards in his seat, and at the movement it was almost natural for her to flinch back into fangs with a stumble, and he had to hold her upright when her knees had finally given out.
he had grinned at that, and even when sweet pea had yanked him back in his seat by his hair he was still grinning. “still scared? good girl-” sweet pea had placed his knife to his throat at that, and she still couldn’t meet jughead’s eyes when he had looked over at her.
“get her out of here.” jughead’s voice was thick as he had spoken, and fangs had to all but carry her towards the door. he had wrenched the door open with one hand, and just as toni had appeared with panicked questions as she helped fangs pull her out of the door, she could hear him saying to “check her leg for my work” before he grunted again with the force of another blow.
the door had shut behind them with a loud bang, and y/n sucked in a huge breath through the sobs she was still holding back. she could hear toni ask what had happened, but everything sounded muffled through the ringing in her ears. fangs was still gently holding onto her arm, but as the memories from what had happened started filling her mind and she had a vivid image of his hand on her arm instead, she flinched away so harshly from fangs that she ended up stumbling backwards into the wall.
“shit, y/n.” fangs had stepped forwards to help stable her but she flinched again, and he rooted himself to the spot.
“i need-” her voice cracked and her chest heaved again with the will to cry. “i need to go- i need to go home.”
“okay, i’ll drive you-”
“no,” she shook her head, and clamped her hand over her mouth for a moment when the nausea came flying back with the memories. only once it had passed she removed her hand to speak again. “no, i need to walk- i can’t-” her breathing had grown heavy and as she stepped backwards again she almost fell over. toni stepped towards her to help but she stepped back again, right into a chair, and had just about managed to stabilize herself before she slipped. “i’m fine.”
she could hear fangs and toni calling for her as she walked towards the exit of the bar, and her breathing only got heavier once she had pushed the doors open and got outside. the air was cold and it didn’t do anything to help what she was feeling. she had gotten over it all; the distractions provided recently helped her move on quickly, and she barely had any time to think about what had happened to her. but seeing him again just brought it all back, and it felt like the night she had been saved all over again.
fangs and toni were still calling for her, and she sped up when she could hear their footsteps following behind her, though she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings and ended up walking right into somebody. she flinched and almost stumbled backwards on her own feet, though hands on her forearms kept her upright and she looked up with a slightly relieved feeling to see that it was fp stood in front of her.
her parents went away a lot for their work, and they were away for the time that she was recovering from what had happened to her, so once she had been discharged from hospital jughead and fp had let her stay at the trailer. she had always gotten on well with fp, though in the time that she was living with them, they had gotten close, and fp was pretty much a second father figure to her. sometimes she went over to the trailer when jughead wasn’t there, and she’d spend some time with fp while she waited for him. so she trusted him, as much as she trusted the rest of the serpents. so she didn’t pull away from the older serpent as he held her upright, though she did shrink a little under his gaze as she was still trying not to cry.
“y/n?” he asked, and she could see a concerned frown appear on his face. jughead had the exact same expression when he was worried, and the thought of him in there listening to what had happened to her caused a strangled sob to escape out of her throat. fp didn’t hesitate to pull her into a hug then, and as soon as he’d held her close she gripped onto his jacket and completely broke down. she could feel his palm as it gently moved over her back, and she gripped onto him even tighter. if he minded, he didn’t say anything.
she could hear him conversing with fangs and toni, a lot of “what happened” and “is she okay?”, but for the most part she tried to block out the conversation. she didn’t want to hear their explanation, or hear fp’s reaction to it all. she didn’t hear most of it, but she knew when he had found out what happened because she could feel his grip on her grow tighter, more protective. it reminded her of jughead again and she just sobbed harder.
she didn’t know when their conversation had ended, but soon enough she could feel fp move and his arm had moved around her back, tucking her into his side as he lead her across the parking lot. he was talking to her but she couldn’t quite hear him as she continued crying, so she just stumbled along beside him until they had reached his truck. she was glad he didn’t have his bike instead. y/n watched as fp unlocked the door before he helped her into the passenger seat, and she was still crying when he gently placed his hand on her shoulder to get her to look at him.
“i’m just going inside for a few minutes then i’ll come out and drive you home, okay?”
she shook her head, and just ended up having to clamp her hand over her mouth because she couldn’t stop crying enough to form the words that she wanted to say.
“what?” fp frowned, and she felt his grip gently on her shoulder. “are your parents home?” she shook her head and he nodded. “okay, you can stay at the trailer, alright? you have things there, don’t you?” she nodded and she watched as he forced a smile. “alright, i’ll only be a few minutes.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead (that made her cry harder at the gentle action) before he stood up and gently shut the cab door behind him.
she watched him walk back towards the bar - meeting toni and fangs halfway - before they all walked back into the bar. she curled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing so hard that her chest hurt and she couldn’t quite catch her breath. now fp would go in and hear exactly what happened too, and they would all know in detail what she had been trying so hard to forget. now she would never get away from it.
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true to his word, fp was only in the bar for a maximum of five minutes, and afterwards he drove her to the trailer. she hadn’t asked about what jughead was doing (he had simply told her he would be home soon), she hadn’t asked about her friends, and she most definitely hadn’t asked about him. fp kept glancing at her during the drive there, and she knew he was worried, but he had simply turned the radio on and drove in silence, which she was thankful for. she was still crying when he had gotten into the truck, and she wouldn’t have been able to stop for long enough to have a conversation.
he had helped her inside and as she changed into some of jughead’s clothes, he made her a mug of hot chocolate that he had left on jughead’s bedside table for her. thankfully, he had left her alone after that, and somewhere in between sipping the warm drink and getting comfortable underneath the covers of jughead’s bed, she had calmed down enough to stop crying. her eyes were sore and her face was flushed, and she hadn’t stopped shaking since she had first seen him, but it was a start.
around half an hour after she had gotten to the trailer, she could hear the rumble of a motorcycle outside, and with a sick feeling when she could hear the front door open she realised jughead was home. the volume of the tv out in the living room increased to mask the noise of the conversation happening, and y/n couldn’t be more thankful to fp for how he had helped her that night.
her shaking had increased whilst jughead and fp spoke in the living room, so much so that she had to put the mug down in fear of spilling any drink on jughead’s covers. would jughead want to talk to her about what happened? she didn’t think she would physically be able to say anything without breaking down again if she was honest. she just wanted to fall asleep with him holding her, and forget that anything had ever happened.
there was a gentle knock at the door before it opened, and she frowned underneath jughead’s gaze once he had stepped into the room. it had been easier the night that she was rescued; she was just so thankful that they had found her that she didn’t care that he was seeing her in such a fragile state, she just was happy to have him hold her again. but it felt different, because he had to listen in detail to what had happened. she didn’t even want to know what his reaction had been once she had left. had he stood in horrified silence and listened to the recount of her torture, or had he gotten physical? she took a glance at his knuckles as he shut the door, and once she saw the red and bruised skin there she had her answer.
jughead sighed as he walked over to the bed, and she watched with teary eyes as he slipped off his jacket and took off his hat. “y/n-”
as soon as his hand had moved to rest on her arm comfortingly she started crying again. she felt pathetic; she’s only just stopped crying for fuck sake. jughead had immediately sat down beside her once she started crying and pulled her into his embrace. she gripped onto his shirt tightly as she cried, and pressed her face into his shoulder as he held her.
“it’s okay, love, he won’t hurt you anymore.”
she wanted to tell him that she wasn’t crying because of that, and it was because everyone now knew everything that she had tried so hard to forget, but she couldn’t stop crying, so she just shook her head as she gripped onto him tighter.
jughead sighed, and she could feel his lips against the top of her head. “i’m so sorry he was there, i shouldn’t have text you. he-”
“i- i don’t want to- to know.” her chest heaved as she spoke and jughead just nodded as he held her closer.
“okay,” he whispered and sighed. “okay, sweetheart.”
she continued to cry for the next ten minutes or so, and jughead didn’t let her go for the whole time. he had constantly kept his hand rubbing her back, and littered kisses along the top of her head as he whispered soft promises of his love for her. it did help, no matter how little, and even once she had calmed down a little she refused to let go of him.
“i’m-” her breath hitched, as she still wasn’t completely calm, but jughead just waited patiently for her to finish. “i’m sorry.”
“why are you apologising?” he whispered, and when he had kissed the top of her head she almost burst into tears again.
“i didn’t want you to know what he-” her stomach lurched, and she had to swallow the bile that rose in her throat. “-what happened, and you had to- you had to hear-” her voice had broken as the tears slipped down her cheeks again, and she could hear jughead mumbling apologies into her hair as he held her closer.
“shh, love,” he whispered, and y/n gripped onto him tighter as he pulled her into his lap so that he could hold her to his chest. “you’re working yourself up too much, you’re gonna make yourself sick,” she could feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest, and gripped onto his shirt in a fist as her chest heaved again. “it doesn’t matter that i had to-”
“yes it does!” she sobbed, and she forcefully dragged in another breath as he gripped onto her. “i didn’t want you to- now everyone knows!”
“y/n you need to calm down,” she could tell he was concerned through the tone of his voice, and how his grip on her subtly tightened. “take in a deep breath for me, love.”
y/n tried, and failed when she just continued crying, and by the time he had lifted his hands to her cheeks so that he could tilt her head up to look at him her chest was burning and her eyes were sore again. he kept one of his hands on her cheek to keep her looking at him, and she could feel his other one gently lift her hand to rest on his chest. “breathe with me, okay?”
she nodded as she flattened her palm against his chest, and her hand still shook when he had flattened his own over hers. she could feel his heartbeat drumming through his shirt and against her hand, and tried to focus on the rise and fall of his chest as she closed her eyes. it took her a few tries and a few whispered encouragements from jughead, but after a few minutes she had managed to match her breathing to his, and effectively helped her calm down.
“how’d you-” she hiccuped, and it hurt her already sore chest. “-how’d you know how to do that?”
he dropped his hand from hers and cradled her to his chest again as he leaned back against the headboard, and she closed her eyes as he held her. “when my parents used to argue and it got really bad, jellybean got panic attacks,” y/n frowned at the thought of his little sister in such a state, and let her hand gently rub his side. “i’d take her outside or into my room and it helped calm her down.”
y/n nodded against his shoulder, and sighed softly when his lips pressed another gentle kiss to her forehead. they were silent for a few moments after that, and it allowed her to calm down further. she still trembled in his arms, though aside from the occasional sniffle she had stopped crying. after everything she just felt exhausted. she just wanted to go to sleep and forget everything.
“y/n?” jughead’s soft voice broke the silence, and she nodded though she didn’t look up at him. “you can say no, but uhm… can i see your leg?”
she stiffened in his arms, and immediately he had rubbed her back and mumbled apologies into her hair. knowing what was on her leg and how it had gotten there hurt, but she knew that jughead would see it eventually anyways, whether she showed him then or not. so she slowly untangled her arm from his waist and with a shaky hand pulled up the edge of the boxers that she was wearing, to reveal the scar on the top of her thigh.
‘K. G’, it read. not only had he cut her neck with her own knife, but a few days later he had used it on her again. she could remember him saying it was so she could “never forget him” as he cut his initials into the top of her thigh, and at just of the sight of the letters embedded into her skin her eyes filled with tears once more. jughead hadn’t said anything for a moment, and when she glanced at his face his expression was unreadable. he sighed as his hand came to rest on her leg, and her bottom lip trembled as he gently ran the pad of his thumb just underneath the scar.
“i’m so sorry,” he was whispering, and she closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead. “i should have been there to protect you, and i should have found you sooner. i’m so sorry he hurt you,” he was crying too when she looked up at him, and as he leaned in to kiss her their faces were wet, and the kiss tasted salty with tears. “he’ll never hurt you again, nobody will. i promise. i’d die a thousand times over before i ever let something happen to you.”
her lip trembled again and she nodded, unable to form any words as he held her close to himself again. her arms locked behind his back so that she didn’t have to let go of him, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to relax into him. he had started whispering loving things into her hair again, and as he rubbed her back it allowed her to relax somewhat. she had fallen asleep like that; listening to his soft words as her head pounded and her stomach continued to lurch. she wasn’t okay, in fact she was far from it. but with a hopeful thought as she started falling asleep in his arms, she would be.
'Uh-huh, life's like this, Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's the way it is, cause life's like this, Uh-huh,Uh-huh, that's the way it is.'
You guys know when you have a crush on someone, but you can't have them. I know that feeling because I have a big crush on my best friend Jughead. Anyway I got woken up by my alarm telling me to get up and go to school. I really don't like school because I don't have many friends because I prefer to be alone a lot. I got dressed in some black skinny jeans, a gray top with a black jean jacket. After getting dressed I went in to the bathroom and put my hair into a french braid so that it is out of my face. I then head to my closet and put on my black converse. Once done upstairs I made my way down to get some breakfast. After eating I grabbed my bag and car keys and, get in my car and drove to school.
'Skip the drive'
'Chill out, what you yelling for?, lay back, it's all been done before, and if, you could only let it be, you will see, I like you the way you are, when, were driving in your car, and you're talking to me one on one but you become.'
When I got to school, I made my way to the lounge since my friends out there. Once I walked in the only spot that was available was by Jug and Betty or shall I say Elizabeth. Yeah I called her by her real name because she knows about my crush on Jughead aka her boyfriend. So her and I don't like each other since she got over her crush on Mr. Football Player aka Archie Andrews. Whenever I would hangout with Jug alone she would find a way to join in. She can be really annoying when I want sometime with him. Any who I walk up to the seat and sat down. Jug then saw me and gave me a side hug since that how we greet each other. I didn't really feel like joining there conversation so I decided to just look around the room. While looking around the room I could feel eyes on me. I could tell it was Elizabeth giving me a death glare. I just continued looking and avoiding her eyes on me until the bell rang to head to class.
'Somebody else ,'Round everyone else, you're watching your back, like you can't relax, you're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me.'
The bell rang we all got up and walked to our different classes.
'Skip till lunch'
When the bell rang for lunch I walked to my locker to grab my lunch. Yes I know that I still pack a lunch, it's just I am not really into school lunch. Anyway I walk to our table outside. Once I got there I sat next to Archie cause I did not want to sit next to the lovebirds. When I opened my lunch I saw Jug's hand enter my lunch bag to get the chips I packed for him. I let hi grab them and then Elizabeth grabbed them from him and put them back in my bag. I ended up handing them back to him while I gave her a dirty look. She said " Juggie you can't just steal her food." I started laughing which made everyone, but Jug look at me, like I was crazy. I said " Elizabeth he is allowed to take them, I did pack them for him specifically." she then said " Why do you call me that my name is Betty." I didn't say anything after that because truth is I don't really want to say it. She would end up getting mad at me more then she already is. I just sat there eating my lunch I could feel Jug's eyes on me and he knew something was wrong. He could read me like a book since we been friends more then Archie has been friends with him. After lunch we headed to our last classes. The final bell rings I run to my locker grab my things and run to my car before any of my friends can talk to me.
' Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?, I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated, life's like this you, and you fall, and you crawl, and you break, and you take, what you get, and you turn it into, honestly and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it, no,no,no.'
When I got home I went straight upstairs to just cry my emotions and feelings out because my best friend is never going to like me back.
Prompt: Jughead confesses his feelings for Y/N (extension)
Pairing: Jughead/Reader
Genre: fluff
Note: Thank you so muxh to everyone who asked for an extension! It was really fun to write!!!!!
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Y/N sat quietly at a booth, both hands around the cold, icy cup for her milkshake. A small bell chimed throughout the small diner, the infamous Jughead strided thought the door, quickly making his way to where Y/N sat.
"Hey Juggie!" Y/N looked up from her milkshake, a large smile playing on her lips.
"I have something to tell you." Jughead decided against sitting, eager to make a quick escape.
"Ooh, are you here to profess your undying love for me?" She chuckled at him, scooting in her seat and
"Um, actually, yeah." He looked around, shuffling his feet. A small, nervous smile playing on his lips.
"...What?" Y/N froze. Eyes noticeably wider than usual.
"Uh, yeah. I think I'm in love with you. It's okay if you don't have the same feelings but I needed to tell you." He looked around quickly, almost stumbling when he turned away and quickly made his way out of the diner.
The bell chimed again as the door closed, a slight shock and blush on Y/N's face.
"Huh. Well, that was something." A slight giggles escaped her lips, reaching for her phone that sat in the seat beside her. A quick text to her friends and she pushed herself out of the bench seat, a noticeably bright grin spread across her lips as she walked out of the diner.
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It didn't take long for Y/N to reach Jughead's house. A quick, swift knock to the door and a couple moments for FP to open the door.
FP braced himself on the doorframe for a moment, moving to allow Y/N inside, a small grin on his face. "Hey Y/N! Jug's in his room, he just got back actually."
"Okay sweet! Thank you." She smiled at him, making her way to Jughead's room. The door opened quickly, a creak silencing the conversation between Jughead and Archie.
"Hi Arch!! Hey Jugbug!" A smile beamed on Y/N's face, hugging Archie and then sitting herself down on the bed next to Jug.
"Hey! I was getting ready to leave but it was nice to see you," he made his way over to the door, waving slightly, "I'll see you guys at lunch Monday right?"
An chorus of agreement led Archie away, leaving Y/N and Jughead to themselves. Jug's eyes strain on his thin bed sheets, fingers tugging and twisting.
"So I thought about what you said-"
"Clearly not long, you followed me pretty fast." He chuckled, eyes not straying from his bedsheets.
"It didn't take much thought," she grinned, a blush rising to her cheeks, "I like you too. A lot. I actually thought you'd end up with Betty honestly."
"Wait really?" He raised an eyebrow at her, finally meeting her wandering eyes.
"Yeah, I dunno." She pursed her lips, shrugging.
"I'm more of a brother I think. Maybe a bit of a distraction from her crazy ass mom."
She smiled at him, not sure how to proceed.
"Honestly, Y/N, I didn't think this far ahead. I assumed we'd just stop being friends."
"What?" She leaned forward, mouth agape, "no way! I'd give anything to be with you forever... Like, as friends at least."
"So you wouldn't marry my edgy ass?" He chuckled, faking his shock.
"Well, I don't know! Maybe!" Y/N avoided meeting his eyes, cheeks reddening a bit more at the thought of being vulnerable. It was silent for a moment. "So, does this mean we're dating Jug? I mean we don't have to, if you're not comfortable with that it's okay I just-"
"I would actually like to, if you're okay with it." He sat up a bit, leaning forward, hands inching towards Y/N's crossed legs.
"Well, if I have to. But what's in it for me?" Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning back a bit.
"I'll take you on dates to pops. And maybe I'll write you a poem, and you can hang out with me while I wrote. And I'll kiss you. And I'm pretty good with my tongue." He winked, laughing at Y/N's pitiful shove and her embarrassed mumbled.
"But I'll gladly date you. Even without the dates." She smiled at him, hand finally reaching his, fingers intertwining.
"So we're boyfriend and girlfriend? Like, officially?
"Yes Juggie." She giggled, leaning into him.
He leaned in further, almost at a whisper. "Does that mean I can kiss you?" His hands cupped her cheek, a small smile on his lips.
She felt his breath against her lips, his fingertips grazing her skin. "Please?"
He pressed his lips against hers, the awkwardness settling after a moment. The feeling of his chapped, but soft against hers was almost enough to freeze her. But her hands quickly made their way around his neck, pulling him closer. It was slow, soft, and almost needy, but their mouths moved almost in sync, lips parting and desperation seeping in.
A loud knock rang through the room as the door opened.
"Oh, sorry guys. Uhh, I'm leaving Jug, thought I should say something. Well, uh, have fun, be safe, with whatever you do. Love you guys."
Jughead sighed, tossing his head back. "Love you too dad." Y/N chucked, hands still around his neck. She leaned in, giving him one more quick peck on the lips.
He looked at Y/N, a loving grin plastered on his face. "I'm so happy I finally got to kiss you."
Summary: Jughead is dating the reader, who like him is an author. She starts to feel unoriginal in all she writes
For the fourth time in the past half hour, a groan left your lips, your head falling to rest on the edge of the table. The blinking cursor on the open laptop in front of you only worked to mock your current state. The groan that spilled from your lips elicited Jughead to look up from his own laptop where he sat across the table from you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. You only sighed and shook your head. The explanation felt so stupid, so pointless. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling. It felt as if everything you wrote was cliche, predictable, or done before, and you hated it. Instead of answering honestly, all you did was shake your head, shrugging as if the motion would shake the feeling. At first, there was the consideration to not even answer at all. The thought that possibly he would just walk away, not worry about you. But there was also the knowledge that you were very wrong in that thought.
“Nothing.” The simple word wasn’t enough to get him off your case. You had hoped it was, but it really wasn’t. You sighed heavily as Jughead moved to sit beside you, his eyes flickering to your laptop screen.
“Well, if nothing is wrong, why don’t you tell me what you’re writing?”
You shook your head, instead just shutting your laptop and falling back into the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “It wasn’t anything good.”
Jughead furrowed his brows, standing to return to his own chair across the table, leaning back in it as he raised his brows. He didn’t believe you. He didn’t believe that whatever it was you were writing was nothing good.
“Well then, let me read it so I can help you fix it.” It was a simple request really. One that was quite logical. If your mind had been in a more logical place, you might have let him; You might not have resisted. But currently, your mind was not in a logical place, so you shook your head in refusal. Despite your disapproval, he snatched your laptop from the table in front of you, opening it to the place you left off, scrolling back to the top of the document to read the work.
“It’s predictable and cliche, you’ll hate it.”
At the moment, as he read, Jughead heard your words, but he simply ignored them. He didn’t believe it truly would be. You watched as his eyes traveled over the words, taking in the writing you had been working on for the past few days. It was all there, right in front of his face for him to judge. To you, it was its own unique form of torture. As he reaches the end, he shakes his head gently.
“Predictable and cliche is the opposite of what this is,” he spoke, his voice gentle and honest. Yet, for some reason, you didn’t believe him.
“You’re just saying that because you want me to feel better.”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he hummed softly, turning your laptop around and placing it back in front of you. Leaning back, Jughead had a small grin across his lips.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
After his promise, you huffed softly, still not fully believing him, though believing him a little more than you would have 10 minutes ago. Your eyes flickered from your open computer screen back up to him. A soft chuckle left your lips.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you hummed. In reality, thoughts of how lucky you were to have him were crossing your mind. Instead of voicing your thoughts, you stood, stretching your arms above your head and yawning slightly.
“What do you say we call it a night?” you hummed, lifting your closed laptop and tucking it away in its bag.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
He also stood, tucking his own laptop away before slinging the bag over his shoulder and holding his hand out to you.
“Ready to go?”
Wordlessly, you nodded, taking his hand. Hand in hand, you walked out of the building and made your way home for the night.
A/N: Every couple months, I remember Cole Sprouse exists and can’t get him out of my mind. Therefore, here’s some nice Jughead for you.
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 1,908
Warnings: alcohol, partying (not reader, but those around her), jealousy, harassment < angst because of this, ends in fluff because all I write is fluff basically
Summary: You and Jughead go to one of Veronica’s parties and guys end up hitting on you, making you uncomfortable and your boyfriend, Jug, very jealous.
(Y/N) - your name, (Y/N/N) - your nickname if you have one
“Do we really have to go to this party?” Jughead asked. He and his leather jacket were leaning on the door frame of your bathroom while you finished getting ready.
You set your curling iron on the counter and tuned to him. “I don’t really want to go either. But we were invited, and Veronica is definitely expecting us to come.” You continued your debate silently. “We could just go for an hour?” you said with a wince.
“One hour. And not a minute more,” he chuckled.
“You won’t have any trouble pulling me away,” you said, unplugging the hot curling iron and giving your hair one last run through with your fingers. Your eyes fell to the reflection of your shirt in the mirror. The lacy fabric had ridden up again.
“(Y/N).”
You hummed in answer, pulling down on the shirt’s hem and wishing it would stay in place.
“You’re beautiful.”
You shot him a bright grin. You were sure you’d never get used to his affection, it always sent you spinning.
But you were still bothered. “You think this shirt is okay? Veronica got it for me, so I wanted to wear it tonight, but I think it’s a bit… much?” You faced the mirror and fidgeted some more.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” he said.
“I know. It was nice of her to think of me, but the lace and everything, it’s just not me,” you said, deciding to wear something different to the party.
On your way to your closet, Jug stopped you. “Hold on,” he said. He untied the blue flannel shirt from his waist and secured it around yours. “Now, that is you.” He took your hands in his and kissed them, winking at you.
You already felt more comfortable, feeling the tight knot of the heavy material covering your midriff that was left exposed by the shirt. You squeezed his hands. He always made you feel safe.
“Thank you,” you said kissing his cheek.
He stepped aside and swept a hand out in front of you. “Off to the ball.”
When you arrived at the party, you thanked god that Jughead was with you. You hated parties almost as much as he did and you were dreading this one before you even entered the front door. Already, the bass of the loud music inside was shaking in your chest. When you heard a loud “WHOOOOOO” coming from inside, you looked at Jug and confirmed the plan. “One hour.”
“If we even survive that long,” he said.
You chuckled and opened the heavy door. Even though the place was practically a mansion, you doubted there was space for even two more people. Every inch was covered in couples dancing, bros doing keg stands, and shrill girls yelling about how much they’ve missed each other. You didn’t recognize a single person.
“Come ‘ere, there’s Archie,” Jug said to you, his lips close to your ear. He led you through the guests, his large hand sprawled out over your lower back. Familiar red hair flashed as you dodged the drunks.
When you reached Archie, you met Betty and Veronica as well.
“There they are! Welcome! You guys actually came,” Veronica said.
“I told you they’d come,” Betty said with a smile.
“Of course we came,” you said. Both the girls knew you were lying, but you laughed with them as they shot you teasing expressions.
“This party is insane,” you heard Jughead say to Archie.
Before you could chime in, Veronica cooed over your outfit. “(Y/N), you look hot!” Seriously, I knew that would look great on you. And I knew Jughead would like it too, she said with raised eyebrows.
You felt Jug’s arm reach further around you and his thumb hook into the front belt loop of your jeans. You felt his voice rumble through his chest. “Yeah, the shirt’s great, but I like who’s inside it.”
Veronica groaned and you heard Archie laugh, but you were too busy with the wink Jug gave you.
“Thanks again for giving it to me, Ron,” you said over the music.
“Of course! What are gal pals for? But, I gotta say, when I thought of it on you, I didn’t picture it with Jughead’s flannel,” she said, scrunching her nose.
“Oh, I just didn’t want to be cold,” you said, pushing into Jug’s side.
“(Y/N), it’s hot as hell in here, I think you’ll be fine,” Betty said.
“Well, when I got outside, ya know-”
Your sentence was covered with Veronica’s giggles as she ripped the flannel away and threw it at Jughead. She took your hand and spun you around yelling, “You’re sexy, baby! Show it off!”
You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You were fully aware that you were a little too quiet for Veronica’s taste and this was her way of getting you to have some fun.
Jughead was watching you carefully, ready to return his flannel to you if you wanted it.
You threw your hands in the air and yelled “Alright!”
“Atta girl! Now, come on, let’s leave the boys to themselves, we’re going to dance.”
She pulled you and Betty through the crowd and into the middle of the room where the music seemed even louder. You jumped and twirled until Veronica pulled you close to her and moved her hips with yours. Betty too danced close to you, all in good fun.
Once the three of you were sufficiently danced out, Veronica and Betty left the dance floor to grab some drinks.
Your nerves returned to you when you were no longer distracted by your friends. The moment you stopped swaying to the music, you felt a hand graze across your lower back. You turned to see Jughead grinning at you.
“Did I miss your distress calls?” he asked with a wince. He pushed your hair to the back of your shoulders while your hands slipped inside his unzipped jacket and rested on his hips.
“No,” you laughed. “It was actually fun.”
You looked around for Veronica’s return and saw a couple guys watching you. Your brow furrowed and you stared at Jug’s chest, pulling at the hem of the short shirt again.
“You want this?” Jug asked, tugging at the flannel around this waist.
“Yes, please,” you said sweetly, ignoring everyone around you and concentrating on Jug.
He pulled the shirt away from him and leaned down to kiss your neck as he tied it around you. You hummed in pleasure, but he pulled away too quickly for your liking.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
“Just a water, or soda or something?” When he nodded you added, “I’ll be over here,” pointing to an open spot on the wall next to a bookshelf.
“No more dancing for you?” he smirked.
“Absolutely not,” you laughed.
You found your place next to the bookshelf and leaned your back against the wall, crossing one heeled boot over the other. You watched the party unfold, wincing at a particularly loud song that made your ears ring.
“Hey, (Y/N/N), where’s Jugs?” Sweet Pea had appeared out of nowhere and startled you.
“Hey, Sweets. He’s just getting some sodas.”
He stood next to you, leaning on one shoulder. “Saw you with the girls, looked like you were havin’ fun.”
“Oh, a blast,” you laughed, making him smirk.
“You don’t normally come to these things,” he said.
“Well, Veronica-”
“Oh, Veronica. She likes to get us all together, doesn’t she?” he asked.
You nodded.
He leaned closer to you. “Ya know, I had to hit a few guys tonight. They were talkin’ about you, askin’ who the new party girl was.”
“Really?” You winced as you thought about the guys staring at you on the dance floor.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But I took care of ‘em. You’re safe with us.” He crossed over you, about to leave when he stopped before you. He placed a finger under your chin and said, “You do look smokin’ tonight.”
Before you could reply, you heard Jughead’s low voice. “Get outta here, Sweet Pea.”
“Jug.” You got around Sweet Pea and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him toward the exit. “Let’s just go. I’ll explain.”
“Hey, man, I’m not the one you gotta worry about here,” Sweet Pea slurred. “There’re a lotta other guys around here you should beat up before me.”
Jughead put the cups of soda on a table nearby without taking his eyes off Sweet Pea. He pressed Sweets against the wall and threatened him, growling, “You stay away from her. You don’t talk to her like that.”
“Alright, Jug, alright,” Sweets said, his hand raised. “(Y/N/N), I’m sorry.” He walked away and disappeared into the party.
“Jug, let’s just go,” you said.
He nodded and wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders as you headed for the door.
When you passed Archie, he said, “You guys leavin’ already?”
Jug paused and pushed a finger into Archie’s chest. “This is why I don’t come to your stupid parties.”
You pulled him away. “Jug, it’s fine, come on.” You gave Archie an apologetic look as you closed the door behind you.
Jug stormed down the steps and into the road. “How could he talk to you like that? What, he waits until I’m not around and then makes a move on you?” He wouldn’t face you. He rambled and yelled to no one, throwing his hands about, the serpent on his leather jacket moving up and down.
“Jug, come on. Sweets was drunk! He’s our friend, he didn’t mean it like that,” you said.
He turned to you, his brow furrowed and face red with fury. “You didn’t see him looking at you.”
“You didn’t see a lot of guys looking at me tonight. Sweets beat ‘em up out back for it.”
He stopped, his face now filled with concern. “Guys were bothering you tonight?”
“Of course they were.”
He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. You reached for his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing across his skin. “There’s always gonna be guys bothering me.” Your free hand slid inside his jacket and rested on his back. “But when I’m with you, I always feel safe.”
His eyes met yours and the deep color of them seemed to grow. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you forehead.
“And when you’re not around,” you continued, “I know the Serpents are there. Especially Sweets. I would hate for us to lose him.”
Jug sighed. “I’ll call him tomorrow.”
He untied his hands and his flannel from your waist and slid it on you. He took his time buttoning it for you as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. When he reached the last button, he gently pressed his soft lips on yours.
“Pop’s?”
He shook his head. “Let’s just go home.”
He took your hand and led you toward his motorcycle.
“Wait. Do you hear that?” you asked.
He stopped and listened. “What?”
You tilted your head and turned away from the bike. “It sounds like… there’s a milkshake calling your name.”
A smile broke into his features and she shook his head at you.
“Now he have to go,” you said.
His large hands framed your jaw as he grinned brightly at you. “I love you,” he said.
So I've had this idea swirling around in my head. The reader is dating Jughead, and this is set a little in the future. The reader is a full time Cosmetology student and part time waitress, but is getting bullied a little at school.
I listened to Britney Spears' song Alien. And I thought that song was perfect for the reader and Jughead. Hopefully this turns into a series
I want to give a quick shoutout to @dontaskshhhhh who convinced me to take a stab at doing this
I know the gif is a Bughead gif, but I don't care
Warning: Brief Mentions of bullying
And the light in your eyes lets me know I'm not alone
You and Jughead were sitting in his trailer, just cuddling and talking about your days since you graduated last spring. A tradition that's been in place since you started dating. You weren't exactly vocal with your feelings- neither of you. You both had a nasty habbit of letting things bubble and fester beneath the surface.
You snuggled your head on Jughead's chest, making him grip you tighter.
"What's wrong?" He asked, pushing hair out of your face.
"Nothing," your voice was empty, void of emotion. You got like this every once in a while, mainly when you were overwhelmed or burned out. Jughead placed a couple fingers gently on your chin, forcing you to look at him.
"I don't buy that. What's wrong?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. It was almost as if he was approaching a cornered animal. He had to be gentle and show he wasn't a threat.
You looked down and played with the necklace your mom got you for your 16th birthday, a little bow. She told you that she got it for you because it was unique and that you were one of her biggest gifts in her life. Jughead knew it was one of your nervous ticks, and he adjusted himself so he was completely facing you with you still on his lap.
"Everyone hates me Juggy," You spoke so softly that he almost didn't hear you.
"I thought you liked it," He was confused to say the least. You were a year ahead of him, graduating at 17 rather than 18 because your birthday was during the summer. So, right after you graduated high school, you attended beauty school. Doing hair and makeup was your calling, and once you sat down and mapped out your options, you couldn't justify not going.
"I do like it, but I know they hate me. I got sucked into some drama, and now I'm getting all the heat for it. And I know they hate me. I see them roll their eyes at me,or they'll just flat out ignore me. Sometimes, I like the ignoring," Your voice broke by the end of it. You looked down and you could feel tears pooling in your eyes.
"Hey, hey, baby, don't cry," It physically hurt him to see you this upset.
"I just want to dropout," A stray tear fell and Jughead's hurt turned to anger. He wanted to bring you to school tomorrow with Sweetpea, Toni, Betty, and Fangs. Or call your school and make appointments for all of them, and ones that would take you all day.
"Don't do that Princess," He knew how much you would regret it, especially considering how hard you've worked to get where you are so far. He didn't say anything more, just pulled you into his warm embrace.
"You know, you're not alone, not ever, right Princess? You know you'll always have me, and you are beautiful, inside and out. I can't tell you how many times I hear your clients tell the receptionist how you were so sweet and kind. Or when you're at work and pay extra attention to the little old couples. How they tell me that I have a keeper," You were silent in his arms, but you physically relaxed in his arms, wanting nothing more than just to stay in his comforting arms.
"How about you call in tomorrow, or we all come in and you can have a day where you ignore all of them and just do our hair. I'm sure the girls and Fangs wouldn't mind getting pampered. I call being first though," Jughead smiled and booped your nose, making the corners of your mouth turn up.
"You know I love you, right Juggy," you asked softly.
"I know Princess, and I love you too," He told you and sent a quick group message to Toni, Cheryl, Betty, Fsngs, and Sweetpea, and telling them that they had to meet at your school at 8am for pampering all day. He'd tell them more later. Right now, making sure you were 100% okay was his first priority.
