for @snakeblccded | brothers grimm | verse: riverdale s2a
Jughead knew that Charles would pick up the call, and that in some way, it wouldn’t matter what Jug asked — his brother would be there for him. And he needed it tonight, more than any other night ( which wasn’t saying much because he needed it frequently ), because the weight of his leather Serpents jacket was keeping his feet from escaping Riverdale’s quicksand.
He felt trapped. Perhaps he’d always feel trapped in this town, whether of his own accord or otherwise, Jug knew his life was tethered to the townlines.
So he called and it wasn’t without anxiety, the ever-present vulnerability that accompanied his undercover question — ‘ do you want to go camping in fox forest ? i have marshmallows. ‘
It was all it took and that’s all it would ever need to take. Charles, ready, supportive, WILLING to accept Jug in whatever form he came in. That was the unspoken ( and sometimes spoken ) understanding in their relationship. Jug wasn’t the easiest to open up, not even with a few beers in, but lately he knew he couldn’t just rely on himself to make sense of the world. He needed someone — and that someone quickly became Charles, because their brotherly bond didn’t fade with time, or be snapped by fading trust, or be privy to the million other reasons people lost people in this town. Charles could be trusted. It ran in their blood, and so Jug was thankful to be heading out on their adventure together, to the middle of Fox Forest.
❛ Tent first, right ? Or do we just say screw it and build a fire ? ❜ Jug asked, making his way around Charles’ truck, grin wide on his face. They’d MADE it.
