Summary: reader watching as Jughead leaves the drive in for the final time.
Pair: JugheadxReader
Warning: None
Jughead had just finished spray painting 'jughead was here' on the drive-in wall when he turns around and sees you leaned up against your car waiting for him.
"Hey handsome, need a ride?"
He walks up to the call and stands in front of you.
"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He asked.
"Well I talked to my parent, and since I love you and since they love you they said you could stay with us." You informed.
"(Y/N) I couldn't possibly-."
"Reject this offer? That's what I told my parents. Now get in the car." You said walking to the drivers side and getting into the car.
Jughead stands there for a while before realizing your not gonna let him go anywhere else unless it to your house, and gets in.
"So home?" He asked.
"Yep, but first we need to stop by pop's and pick up and order, we're having burgers tonight." You inform seeing a bright smile makes it way onto his face. "Yeah I bet now you wanna come." You mumble before driving off.
Requested: “ Can you please write me a smut with jughead?? I don’t care what it’s about. Anything as long as it’s super smuttyyyyyy. Thank you!! (I love your writing😍😍😍😍)” by havensmommy12417 combined with “A jughead fic with another serpent girl would be nice. Like she would give him shit and stuff but would really care for him and would reluctant about him being of it. Idk just a idea” by annony.
Warnings: Smut and fluff.
Based off the episode where FP is released from prison and Betty and Jughead throw that party for him in the bar.
A/N: requested months and months ago lol sorry.
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Jughead POV
“Hey there Jug, how are things?” yn threw herself down next to me on one of the benches at the empty quarry.
“Nothing much ynn” I had lot of on my mind and while I loved talking with my Serpent partner in crime, I didn’t feel a lot like talking.
“Really? You weren’t in school, so where’d you hide the body” i smiled at her humor.
“Nah its nothing, its just Penney” yn rolled her eyes at me. When i told her what I did, to say she was furious would be putting it lightly.
“I told you so, such a witch”
“There’s good news though…”
“Really? Not a lot of that floating around this side of town”
“My dad is getting out”
“Oh my god Jug that’s amazing!” her voice reverberated off the walls of the empty quarry. She hugged me tightly, the smell of her perfume coursing through me. I’m happy she was the first person I told, it was nice to get a definite positive reaction.
“So why are you hanging out here by yourself loner?” she separated from me again.
“I was just thinking about what my dad is going to say when he finds out about Penny.”
“Not going to lie to you jug, he’s probably going to be super annoyed-” i looked away from her. It was the truth but i didn’t want to hear it. She took my hand in hers and rubbed the back of it.
“-but it’s going to be alright Jug, you’ve gotten through worse” i gave her a small genuine smile. This girl. This girl is as tough as the old boots she wears and just as reliable. My phone buzzed.
“Oh bettys home from school…I should go tell her”
“You should” yn gave me a smile that didn’t seem to be all there.
-
“That’s great news Juggy!” betty grabbed me into a hug after I told her the news outside of Pops. Shes awesome.
“Why-why do you smell like perfume?”
“Oh, must have happened when i told yn earlier, anyway-”
“You told yn before me?” she interrupted me, pulling back from me slightly but still holding my arms.
“Yeah…she came to check on me when I wasn’t in school, nothing major”
“Mmmkay” she didn’t seem to convinced. Veronica and Archie seemed to be in an argument as they both came up behind us. I can’t wait to tell them, Archie will be happy for me while Betty seemed to sulk.
“Umm I just remembered I have to do something, I’ll catch you guys later.” before i could object she took off. Ill just have to talk to her later.
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3rd Person.
You and Toni were busy working your bar shift. Mopping up spilled drinks while the Whyte Wyrm hummed around you both. Betty walked in, with all eyes on the girl next door. You didn’t mind Betty, you had a neutral relationship, nothing crazy. Still you didn’t want to spend any time extra around a northsider than you had to, in the nicest way possible. You left the bar as Betty stepped to talk to Toni. As much as you tried to not listen you couldn’t help but overhear Bettys plan. You shook your head, neither Toni or you and many of the girl juniors took part in that part of the initiation. You were all trying to phase it out of style and this northsider planning to do it wasnt going to help the cause.
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Jughead POV
My dads party was in full swing, it was so great of Betty to organise it and wow she looked great. Seeing her look so amazing made Pennys words harder to block out.
“Hey Jug great party” the sight of yn caught my breath. She looked utterly stunning.
“Listen Jug i have to warn you abou-”
“-Jug! Come on Karaoke is starting” Kevin cut off yn and dragged me away. Wait what was she going to say?! Warn me about what?!
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I broke my dad’s heart, I just broke my dad’s heart and now I just broke Betty’s heart. I can’t believe she thought that was a good idea. She broke my heart. I let her walk away, I made her walk away, it’s for the best and that hurts the most. I slid down the side of a car once she had gone and let the cold travel through me. What an absolute mess I have made. I wanted to scream and shout and physically tear my world down around me just so it could match what I felt was happening.
“Jughead? Is there a reason that your sitting by my car-” she laughed but then saw my face fully and changed her tone “-Jug what’s wrong?!” I hadn’t even realised I was crying, I could feel the cold from the ground quickly being replaced by YNs warmth as she sat next to me. She slung an arm around me and pulled herself closer.
“Tell me what’s happened” and I did simply that. I just rambled and rambled until my hand she held stopped shaking. I could tell this girl anything.
“Sweetie its okay, it’ll be okay, you can fix things with Betty and I’ll help you with Penny”
“No no I can’t drag anyone else down with me, especially you”
“You’re not dragging me down if I go choose to go with you Juggy” she continued to rub the back of my hands while she spoke softly. I pulled a hand from hers and replaced it on her cheek, pulling her in slightly to kiss her tenderly. In that moment I forgot I was on the freezing cold floor of a car park outside of a bar, I was just completely melted into her aura. Then it stopped.
“Juggy what are you doing?” she suddenly pulled from me and the cold air returned.
“I-I-I-”
“You just broke up with your girlfriend and as much as I want this to happen, I can’t have you waking up tomorrow and thinking oh god what a mistake”
“I don’t think this is a mistake” i pulled her back in and it really felt like it killed her to tear back away from me. Tears started to form in her intoxicating eyes as she stood from the ground and backed away. Another broken hearted casualty.
“Umm I have to- I have to go back to work and- Umm you should go home and text me when you get there and- and I’ll talk to you soon- im so sorry” her voice broke more and more with every word before she put her hands to her mouth and took off back to the bar. Back to the cold i had chosen to surround myself with.
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1 week later- Night - Third Person
“Who is it?” you replied to the knocking on your trailer door but got no answer. You pulled the door open, a hand hovering over the bat by the door. Jughead let himself in, closing the door behind him without taking his wild eyes off you. He came chest to chest with you walking you back until you found your back against the back wall.
“This isn’t a mistake” his warm breath sent shivers down your spine with his wicked smirk helping it along. A gaspy breath left you the moment his hands grabbed your hips and then it was taken away when Jugheads pressed his lips hungrily against yours. Your arms went around his neck and he reached to his hair, ripping off his beanie and then sent his hands to your ass to lift you. A whimper left you as you wrapped your legs around his waist and were pushed harder against the wall. His lips ran down to mark your neck hungrily as your fingers coursed through his raven locks.
“Wait wait Juggy, what about betty?” you tried to gain as much awareness of the whirlwind situation as possible.
“She’s not you, she was never you and I’ve always wanted you, I’m just sorry I took so long to realise it” his sincere eyes made your heart crumple and you both kissed again more gently.
“I’d follow you anywhere Juggy, I’ll help you with this Penny situation but just- just not tonight” your ran a hand through his hair again, tugging the back of his hair teasingly, his grin grew and he met your neck hungrily once again.
The whirlwind countiuned as you found yourself thrown onto the bed and quickly stripping off any betraying fabric that would separate the two of you. His hands ran rampant all over every inch of our body which you simply craved. His teeth tenderly sinking into your chest encouraged by your soft moans. Your own hands helped Jughead to be guided into you. You both release groans and moans at the feeling of Jughead entering you. After adjusting he began moving slowly, picking up the speed as he went. He buried his face in your necks as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.
Jughead sent one hand tracing around your thighs, the other bent and holding him up above your head. Your back arched further with every movement and groan that left Jughead. The feeling of your walls tightening around his member sent him into overdrive as he hit his peek, shouting your name and collapsing slightly on top of you. Only not pulling out and continuing to move sloppily until finally you hit earth shattering status shortly after with the band snapping, sending you swearing and screaming Jugheads names as your high is ridden out.
Jughead rolled over next you in a huffing mess. He pulled your trembling body into his and covered you both before taking a moment to catch his breath.
“Wow i regret that” you hit him into the chest at his breathless
“No I really don’t, maybe we should do it again ynn-ie” you giggled at him while he rolled into you, kissing your neck. You pushed him back playfully before burying yourself in his chest, allowing him to wrap an arm around you.
“Well that was fun but we really should try and sort this thing out with Penny” you sat up only to be pulled back down by Jughead.
“Mmm tomorrow” he hummed against your skin with closed eyes as he traced little circles on the small of your back. This Girl is all Jughead could think of.
Author’s Note: Part 2. Again, very long. I’m exploring dialogue, so...
The House of the Rising Sun : The Second Night
Oh, Kiss me quick
And make my heart go crazy
“He’s a fucking pig and he’s gonna get what’s coming to him for it.”
Jughead looked up from his straw, sucking up his milkshake.
“How’s he gonna ‘get what’s coming to him’? The school system sure as hell isn’t big on karma.”
The sharp eyed girl opposite him folded her diamond studded arms.
Jughead glanced between her and the timid blond sitting quiet, but equally determined, beside her.
“We’ll just have to take things into our own hands, I guess.”
“Betty, you can’t possibly agree…” He looked to the blond, who seemed aghast.
“Yes,” she enunciated, “I do, Jughead. You’re right, the school isn’t going to do anything, especially since Chuck is the principle’s son. But that doesn’t mean we have to do nothing.”
Jughead leaned forward, “What exactly are you going to do?”
“Veronica has a plan.”
“Me?” she looked to Betty, “It’s your plan. And a damn good one too.”
“Are you gonna tell me, or…” Jughead shrugged, finishing up the last of his fries.
The girls glanced at each other. A decision was made. Veronica faced Jughead.
“It’s probably better if you don’t know.”
Sigh that sigh and whisper oh so low
Tell me that tonight will last forever
“You know what?” he leaned back after a moment of silence, “Whatever it is, just don’t kill anyone, ok? I’ve got enough to write about at the moment.”
“Oh, you’ll wish you could write about this!” Veronica smirked. Jughead rolled his eyes. And a silence fell over the table as the three took an entirely coincidental and wholly meaningful toast of milkshakes.
Say that you will leave me never
Kiss me quick because I love you so.
“What is this song?” Betty asked, smiling, “It’s nice.”
“Elvis. Kiss me Quick.”
Both girls peered at the boy in ponderous silence. Jughead glanced up from his shake, cheeks flushing a slight peach.
“I sit here a lot, ok?” he mumbled, “I can’t help but pick up on some of this stuff.”
“Well, he is the King of Rock.” Veronica sneered, “Who can blame you, Juggie?”
A snicker and a glare exchanged between the two. The song came to a slow end, the vinyl switching and the next song echoing throughout the diner.
I’m looking for a girlfriend,
I gotta find myself somebody to love…
“Hey what’s this song, Juggie?” Veronica grinned, “I’m sure you know all about that struggle, am I right?”
“Fuck off.” The boy spat, unable to hide the slight smile on his lips.
“Speaking of which, we better. We have that meeting--” She glanced suggestively at Veronica, “And I still have to go over physics for the test tomorrow.”
“Too busy plotting world domination.” Veronica joked.
“I might as well go home too.” Jughead shrugged, eyes cast down, “It’s… getting late and all.”
The three rose, paid their bill and exited the diner. The night breeze, like an ocean, coasted against the back of Jughead’s neck, running a tingle down his spine. His mother used to say that meant a ghost just walked through you. Jughead followed behind Veronica and Betty, wondering if ghosts existed in the tropics when a loud, single shrieking ring broke the silence. Luckily, neither of the girls saw him twitch in surprise.
“Ah,” Betty reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell, the screen illuminated with a text. She furrowed her brow, eyes shifting left and right over the words.
“Ronnie, we’re meeting here instead.”
“Here?” the brunette turned to Betty, lowering her voice, “Isn’t that kind of conspicuous?”
Jughead’s gaze glazed over the forest on the side of the road, pretending to not listen. Clearly, this had to do with the top secret plan Betty concocted.
“Uhm, Jughead, you go on ahead. We’re gonna stop by somewhere real quick.”
Jughead rolled his eyes, “That’s not vague and suspicious at all.”
“Need-to-know, Juggie.” Veronica replied, taking Betty by the arm, “We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” He stopped her from striding past him, “I’m going with you guys.”
“Didn’t I just say—“
“I’ll keep my distance so you can have your privacy, ok? Just, now’s not the best time to be meeting sketchy people on your own.”
“I have Betty.”
“There’s a killer on the loose.”
“I hope this isn’t some masculinity thing.” Veronica rolled her eyes. Jughead frowned.
“No, I just think there should be a witness. For the newspapers, you know? So they get it right in the obituaries.”
“So clever, how do you do it?”
“Just shut up and go to the meeting place, ok?”
Veronica folded her arms, glaring him down. Betty stood to the side, witness to the stare-down.
“Look, let’s just let him come, Ronnie. He’s not gonna stop us from doing what we need to.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, eyes unmoving from the beanie-headed boy.
“He’s Jughead.” She shrugged, “We can trust him, I promise.”
Veronica seemed unmoving in her conviction. However, a moment later, her arms came down to her hips.
“Fine.”
With a sigh, the boy followed her and Betty around Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe.
“It’s just here, I think.” Veronica said, looking down at the message on Betty’s phone.
They rounded the shoppe, the streetlight on the corner coming into view. Jughead’s forehead knit together. His lips fell open, as if to say something, which never made its way out.
“Which one of you is Betty?” she asked, cigarette smoke escaping her lungs as she spoke.
The leather jacket was gone this time. So was the Cheville and the brunette that came with it. She was alone again, clad in a denim jacket and black tights. Her eyes shifted from Betty to Veronica to Jughead, a mutual look of surprise contorting his features.
“If it isn’t Bruce Wayne.” Her expression shifted to a full-lipped grin, “Come to slum again, Master Wayne?”
This last sentence she spoke in an inflection like Alfred the Butler. Betty and Veronica turned to look back at Jughead, both equally lost.
Jughead grimaced, glaring at the two for an instant before turning around to head to the diner, “You guys do what you came to do. I’m gonna wait by Pop’s.”
Betty watched him lean against the back door of the diner, observing from the distance as the girl stood beneath the street light, waiting. Betty turned back to her, climbing the short hill to the streetlight.
The exchange was made beneath the light like a performance. As quickly as they’d come, Betty and Veronica returned to Jughead’s side, sighing.
“Ready to go?”
He pushed himself off the wall, frowning. “I hope you guys know what you’re doing.”
“Trust us, Jughead.”
“How do you know her anyways?” Veronica interrupted.
Before he could respond, the girl called from the distance, still lingering beneath the street lamp.
“Hey, Batman, come here.”
He didn’t miss the twitch of Veronica’s lip.
“You heard her… Batman.”
“I’m gonna fall back. You guys go ahead and leave.” He tucked his hands in his pockets and made for the street lamp. The girls bid their farewells, making towards home.
The Girl leaned against the lamp post, smoking a cigarette and staring him down. Jughead stood across from her, keeping his distance. A moment of silence passed between the two.
“What’d they ask for?” he finally met her eyes, “And why do you have it?”
“From what I understand,” she flicked the butt of the cigarette between them, “That’s none of your business, is it?”
“They’re my friends.”
“A therapist wouldn’t give you any scratch.”
“You’re not a therapist.”
“We play by the same rules.” She gave a tight-lipped smile. “And as for why I have what your friends are looking for… well, maybe you should reconsider the friends you keep if they need to come to someone like me in the first place, Pleasantville.”
“Would you stop calling me those names?” He rolled his eyes.
“You’ve never told me your real name, have you?” she chuckled.
He pressed his lips shut. Point taken.
“Jughead Jones… the Third.”
Her laugh rippled through the night air, childish, almost.
“You mean to tell me there were two men before you who saw fit to call themselves that too?”
He glared in silence. She held her hands up, “Sorry, Sorry. Just… funny is all.”
“You know what’s not funny?” he took a step forward, “The fact that you’re meeting my friends in the middle of the night under a sketchy streetlamp to trade money for God-knows-what.”
“Hey, they were the ones—“
“You know there’s a killer on the loose, don’t you?”
“So you’ve said already.”
“Then why are you doing this? What are you even doing here?”
She waited for him to calm down, noticing the fire behind his sea green eyes. When his shoulders relaxed, she retaliated.
“Look. Your friends were the ones who needed my services on such short notice, ok? And if I’m telling the truth, it’s not even me, it’s—“
She bit her lip, then huffed in frustration. Jughead watched in silence, following her gaze to the street.
“Your boyfriend?”
She turned to him sharply.
“You’re doing this for him?”
“He had more pressing matters at the moment.”
“Is he coming to pick you up again?”
She didn’t respond. Her fingers went to her jacket pocket, pulling out the carton of cigarettes to light another.
“You should’ve just said no.”
At this, she glared at him, rolling her eyes and taking a puff. Amid the silence, the fateful jukebox continued to play.
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees
And I pretend to pray
“You gonna leave now, or what?” she asked.
He crouched to the floor, picking up a stick and drawing invisible images in the concrete. “I told you, there’s a killer on the loose.”
“And?”
He didn’t respond. A small smile creeped on the Girl’s lips.
“Well aren’t you a knight in shining armor.”
“Puh-lease.”
“The Dark Knight indeed.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
The Girl laughed.
“Listen, if you’re not the killer, you shouldn’t be out here alone.”
“And if I am?”
“You won’t do anything if I’m here.”
She flicked the burnt ash off her cigarette. “And what if I kill you?”
He looked up at her, a smirk on his lips, “I’d like to see you try, Gotham.”
She grinned. Within a moment, however, the smile faded. “You know, your friends oughta be careful.”
Jughead pursed his lips, nodding. “Try telling them that.”
“Look, I don’t know what they’re planning, but… it isn’t good. That’s all I can tell you.”
He nodded, about to speak, when the sound of the jukebox was overcome by the revving of an engine. They both turned to see the headlights of the old Cheville tearing down the street, closer and closer, brighter and brighter. With a screech, the car came to a stop before them. The same brunette boy sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear shift.
“Nice talkin’ to you, Batman.” The Girl said, crushing her cigarette beneath her boot.
She hopped into the car. The boy leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. She fumbled to return the gesture, surprised.
“You cold?”
She glanced at Jughead, slightly red from the kiss. He stood straight, expression stoic.
“Yeah, a little.”
The brunette shrugged off his leather jacket. She slid one sleeve through, turning in her seat to slide the other arm in. That’s when Jughead saw it; the green, coiled snake, embroidered on her back. She pulled the jacket on, brushing her hair behind her ear. She glanced at Jughead over her shoulder.
“See you around, Batman.”
He stood silent as the Cheville cruised into the distance.
