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Consequences - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader ; Jared x BFF!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, unexpected pregnancy, talks of abortion, implies smut, drunken one-night stand, poor birth control decisions (If you are on the pill, please remember to take it around the same time EVERYDAY or it will lose it’s effectiveness)

Word Count: 3945

A/N: This was written for Ravengirl’s 1.5K Follower Challenge @ravengirl94. My prompt was “We need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.” Literally right at the end. This story kinda got away from me and I have more to come with it. Like another part or two. This was nearly 4000 words and that was like only half my outline oopps. Sorry no explicit smut this time just wasn’t feeling it. Congrats on your followers’ girl, sorry this is late but I had to figure out where to split it. No beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated. P.S. No hate towards Danneel, this does mention Jensen getting a divorce, lets pretend it was amicable and they are both happy.

Summary: After a drunken and heated one-night stand with Jensen, you are left with an unexpected consequence. The situation only worsens when your best friend Jared gets involved and the public forms their own opinion.

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Pieces of my Heart - Codas - Life and Death

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This was going to be part of the original story but I decided to leave it out, I’ve written it for you now! More Codas coming soon!


Jughead walked through the apartment door and stepped on a toy.

“Dammit,” he muttered. “Every fucking day!” He kicked the toy across the room and shrugged out of his jacket and threw it on a chair. He didn’t hear any giggling and wondered where the girls were. He kind of hoped they were out cause he needed some time alone. He had left the studio early and just wanted to chill for a bit and think. Betty suddenly came down the hall and he forced a smile on his face. Not that he wasn’t happy to see her, he just needed to be alone for a bit.

“Hi Juggie,” she said warmly, coming over and wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss and he sank into it. Not even being in a bad mood could make him not like his sexy wife’s kisses. She pulled away and noticed his tired, irritated look. “You ok?” she asked, brushing his curl back off his forehead.

“Long day,” he muttered.

“It’s 3:00,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “You usually work till 6:00”

“Bad day then,” he said, pulling away and kicking his shoes off. “Where’s Jenna?” he asked, noting the quiet. Their 2 year old was never quiet unless she was passed out and he knew she wouldn’t be napping anymore.

“Veronica has her for the night, I wanted to celebrate with you today.”

“Celebrate?” Jughead asked confused as he opened a bottle of water and took a swallow. “Did I forget an anniversary? What are we celebrating?”

“I’ll tell you over dinner at the lovely Italian restaurant,” Betty said with a smile, running her hand over his chest.

“I really don’t feel like going out Betty,” Jughead said with a sigh. “I honestly had a bad day. I wouldn’t be any good company at all.” He tried not to sound irritated but he was failing miserably and he had a hard time keeping the scowl off his face.

“I’ll cheer you up,” she said with a smile. “I have some news.”

“Well tell me here, I seriously don’t want to go out,” he said. He knew he was being an asshole, but since it wasn’t an anniversary he didn’t figure it mattered.

“I…well, I guess I can,” Betty said, suddenly seeming unsure. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine Betty. What’s the news?”

“Well, if you insist, and just to say again, I wanted this to be more special, but……we are going to have another baby,” she said softly, a happy smile on her face, her hand touching his face. Jughead blanked for a second and blinked at her. The fact that it was amazing news didn’t even occur to him and his worked up idiot brain reacted before he thought it through.

“How are you pregnant? Are you fucking up your birth control again?” Betty reared back in shock, her eyes filling with tears.

“What the hell Jug,” she gasped. The hurt in her eyes slammed into his brain and he felt his heart drop.

“God, Betty…..I didn’t mean….” He started to sputter and she backed away from him in anger.

“You know what, Jughead, why don’t you just stay here and mope, like you clearly want to do and I’ll just get out of your fucking hair,” she spat and slammed out of the apartment.

“Betty, wait,” he called after her. He raced to the door and she was already in the closing elevator.

“Fuck!” he muttered angrily. “FUCK!” he then yelled as he slammed the door shut. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed as he dropped onto the couch. Could this day get any fucking worse. He grabbed his phone and called her. She didn’t pick up after 5 calls so he sent texts.

— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.
— please talk to me
— where did you go?
—Betts, I’m sorry, I promise you, i think it’s wonderful news and I’m so fucking sorry.

She didn’t reply to anything and by 6:00 he was getting a little worried. He left the apartment and got on his bike and rode around looking for her. She wasn’t at Pop’s and he headed over to Archie’s. After he knocked on the door, an angry Veronica opened it.

“Is she here?” he asked with a sigh.

“No, but she was,” V said, her eyes spitting fire. He stepped around her into the apartment.

“Where did she go? Is she ok?”

“No, she’s not fucking ok Jughead. She came here to hold Jenna for a bit and might I add, crying the entire time and I gathered it was something her idiot husband did. At first I figured that couldn’t be because I don’t remember you hurting her at all since you guys got together and this would be a first. Yet when I asked if she wanted me to call you, she told me she didn’t want to talk to you. Now why is that Jug? What the fuck did you do?”

“She didn’t tell you?” he asked slowly.

“No, she didn’t. So I’m guessing it’s something pretty personal and hurtful.”

“I just….I had a bad fucking day and I reacted badly to something she told me. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t register what she was telling me for a minute.”

“Well what the hell did she tell you?” V wanted to know.

“That’s our deal for now. Do you have any idea where she might have gone?”

“I have no idea and honestly, from the pain I saw in her eyes, I don’t fucking know if I’d even tell you,” Veronica snapped.

“Stop being a bitch!” he snapped back. “I’m trying to find her and make it right.”

“Well you better, or I’ll kick your ass!” she said, her hands on her hips. Jughead rolled his eyes and looked around.

“Where is Jenna?” he asked.

“Archie took her for ice cream. They’ll be back in an hour.” Jughead nodded and left the apartment. He drove around for a bit and decided to check the river. It was still their favorite place to go to be alone. He let out a relieved sigh when he rode up and saw her car. He pulled his bike up next to it and killed the engine. He headed down to the water, knowing she had heard his bike. He found her at their usual spot, sitting against the rocks, only a few feet from where they had said their vows. His heart squeezed and he felt like a fucking asshole. He walked over slowly and she remained still, staring out into the water, her eyes red. He sat down next to her and pulled a knee up, resting his forearm on it.

Betty sat quietly, not looking at him. She didn’t want to look at him. His callous words had stunned her and for the first time in years, she had to stop herself from cutting her nails into her palms. She doesn’t know why he said, but it was so unlike him that it had cut especially deep. Still, as angry as she was, she wanted to move closer and borrow his heat but she remained still.

“I’m so sorry Betts. Please believe me, I didn’t mean to say what I said….I was just…..My dad came by the studio earlier,” he said quietly, his voice sounding hoarse. “My mom died yesterday.” He couldn’t have shocked her more if he tried. She turned and looked at him, saw the haunted look in his eyes and she knew it was all coming back. Everything he had worked so hard to get past and had finally gotten over a few years earlier, just came screaming back.

“Oh Juggie,” she whispered, forgetting her hurt for a moment. She turned and sat facing him, touching his face. He looked at her, his eyes shimmered with tears and regret.

“I’m sorry love, I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. My head was just fucked up with this and it didn’t even really register what you said and when it did, my brain forgot that it was amazing news and I just…..i’m sorry…” he said, his voice filled with sorrow. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him and pressed close to him. Jughead wrapped his arms around her and hauled her into his lap, hiding his face in her hair. She felt him shudder and she held him tighter, hoping to ease some of his pain.

“How did she die?” she asked softly. Jughead leaned back against the rock. He was refusing to let his tears fall and his face was pained. He let out a bitter laugh.

“She killed herself.”

“Oh Christ,” Betty muttered in horror. The universe had dealt a morbid and horrifying hand of ironic justice. The woman, who over a decade earlier had told her son to kill himself, had gone ahead and taken her own advice.

“Fuck,” Jughead spat out. He lifted his hand and covered his eyes and Betty knew he was struggling to not shed tears. “God dammit,” he whispered when he couldn’t hold them in. He sat in stony silence and let them flow down his face. He clenched his jaw and stared at the river, this place of love and hate, where they shared life’s horrifying and beautiful memories.

“I keep thinking….”he began after a while. “Maybe I should have given her a chance…..”

“Jughead, don’t,” Betty said, shaking her head.

“No, really. What if she was just really lonely? I mean, if I had tried having a relationship with her…”

“Juggie, this is NOT your fault. Don’t you dare do this. Gladys chose the life she led. She chose to leave her husband and children behind and she came to you to apologize and you forgave her. She accepted your forgiveness and this is not on you. If she had any more regrets, it wasn’t on you,” Betty insisted. Jughead wiped his face and lifted her off his lap. He stood and helped her up.

“I need to go for a ride,” he said quietly.

“No,” Betty said softly. He looked at her and she shook her head.

“Please just come home with me, Juggie. Please. I don’t want you to be alone with this. I want you to come home,” she whispered, her own tears falling. She was afraid if he went off by himself he would let too much darkness back in. He swallowed, as if wrestling with the decision. “Please Juggie,” she begged. He nodded and she sighed in relief.

“I’ll follow you,” he said quietly and they walked to their rides. Once home, Jughead wordlessly slipped out of his jacket and shoes and went out to the balcony. Betty text Ron that she was home and things were fine for now and then she went to get something she had kept stashed in the freezer for whenever a need might arise. This qualified. She went out to the balcony and handed Jughead a pack of smokes. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I know you haven’t smoked in a couple years, but I thought you might need one,” she said with a gentle smile. He didn’t argue and took the pack. Once he had one lit, she curled up on his lap and they sat in silence while he revisited his old habit.

“Hopefully I didn’t wake the nicotine beast just now,” she said softly. “But tonight you need a little relaxant and I’d rather it be that then alcohol.”

“You could have just taken me to bed like you did that last time my mother fucked with my head,” he said with a flat smile. She remembered that night well. She had insisted he use her to forget and he had taken her with a ferocity that left them both sated and sore for days.

“As much as I love some good hard rough sex, I don’t want to knock anything loose,” she said with a dry laugh, her hand on her stomach.

“God Betty,” Jughead suddenly said and flicked his cigarette away. “I shouldn’t be smoking around you,” he said angrily.

“I don’t think a couple will make a difference,” she said with a smile. Jughead placed his hand over hers and pulled her close. He took her face and gave her a long slow kiss.

“I’m so happy about this Betts. I am so sorry with how I reacted. This news is as amazing as when you told me you were pregnant with Jenna. I just wish Gladys hadn’t fucked it up for us.”

“Did FP say anything else about it?”

“At first they thought it was just an OD but then they found a note and realized she had done it on purpose. My dad was her in case of emergency person. Guess she really had nobody else.”

“What was on the note?”

“To my family. I’m sorry I was a disappointment. Sometimes a person just doesn’t care enough to continue.” Jughead’s voice shook a little and she hugged him close.

“Does your sister know?” she whispered.

“My dad wants me to tell her. Jesus, Betty, I don’t know if I have it in me,” he said, his eyes filling with tears again.

“I can help you,” Betty said, her hand on his cheek. “Shall we call her? That’s probably not a good idea though. Something like this needs to be said in person.”

“So what do we do? Fly her out?”

“Sure, why not? I haven’t seen her since Christmas and I miss her.”

“I’ll call her in the morning and see if she wants to come for the weekend. I’m sure she’ll think something is wrong.”

“We’ll just keep quiet until she’s here,” Betty said softly. “Are you going to be ok?”

“I guess,” he said quietly. “Just need to process awhile and grieve for a woman who I thought I had long left behind.”

“Well, even with all that, she was your mother and a part of you is connected to her. You’re allowed to grieve. As long as you don’t blame yourself. I won’t allow it Juggie. And believe me, I can tell when your mind goes there, so don’t let me catch you doing that.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a soft smile. He kissed her again, and hugged her close. “Thank you for asking me to come home. Probably wouldn’t have been a good idea to drive around with my mind full of this.”

“I love you Juggie, so much. I don’t like you feeling so sad,” Betty said with a sigh.

“I really am sorry love, so sorry about earlier. I know I keep saying it and I wish with all my heart I could take it back. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

“Not about babies obviously,” she said with a shrug. “It’s really ok. I understand your head wasn’t in the right place.”

“I’m still fucking sorry. God, I feel like such an asshole and if I had thought about it for even a second I would have remembered that we started trying a month ago. I just….”

“Juggie, stop. It’s ok!” He hugged her close and kept whispering he was sorry and she just kissed him to shut him up.

Four days later Jellybean arrived. Jughead had been able to process for a few days now and he was doing better but he was still nervous. There was hugs and happiness all around and he let her play with Jenna for a while and after a few hours of visiting, Betty went and put Jenna to sleep and Jughead asked his sister to sit on the couch with him.

“Ok, I know something is going on ever since you asked me to come out here and you need to spill now. Is everything ok?” JB asked, her worry evident.

“No, it’s not,” Jughead said slowly, not sure how to proceed. He decided to just get it done.

“Jellybean, dad got a call a few days ago. Mom died.” His sister blinked and just stared at him. She said nothing for a good while and when she spoke, her voice sounded raw and hoarse.


“She OD’d on purpose,” Jughead said softly. Jellybean swallowed and said nothing. After a while she got up and grabbed her coat. “Where are you going?” he asked quickly, walking over to her.

“I need some air,” she whispered and left the apartment. Betty came out and found him standing by the door.

“You ok?” she asked and looked around. “Where is JB?”

“She left. I told her,” he said.

“Oh,” Betty murmured, walking over to him. “Is she ok?”

“I have no idea. She hardly said anything. Should I go after her?”

“Maybe text her first.” He nodded and grabbed his phone.

J: are you ok?

JB: I’m fine, I need to think.

“Just give her some space,” Betty said, sitting on the couch. Jughead sighed and sat next to her. A couple hours later, the phone rang. It was Archie.

“Hey Archie, what’s up?” Betty said when she realized who it was. She went still and looked at Jughead and he furrowed his brown in question. “Ok, thank you, I’ll tell him.” Betty hung up the phone and sighed.

“JB is at the dust club. Archie is playing a set and says she is really drunk.”

“God dammit,” Jughead sighed and got up to get his coat. He kissed Betty and was out the door.

When he got to the club he was informed that Archie had taken his sister to the back to get her away from the crowd. He heard the noise as he approached Archie’s dressing room. He opened the door and found a very annoyed Veronica trying to control an extremely drunk Jellybean.

“Ahhh there he is, the bearer of shitty news,” Jellybean exclaimed swinging the bottle she refused to let go of in Jughead’s direction.

“What the fuck, JB,” he said angrily. Veronica stepped back and gladly let him take over.

“What? Can’t a girl drown her sorrows?”

“You have enough sorrows about mom to get hammered?’ he asked, a little surprised.

“What? You mean the woman who abandoned me with my grandmother? The woman who didn’t give two shits about me and chased a fix more than she chased her own kid?” Jughead swallowed. Jellybean had never talked about her experiences and he had never asked, assuming she had been happy with their grandmother. He realized now how foolish that was.


“No,” she said, stopping him. Her face was streaked with mascara from angry tears that kept easing out of her eyes. “She abandoned us both Jughead. She hated us both. Sure she said shittier things to you than me, but it didn’t hurt any less. I know I’ve never talked about her to you but that’s because I wanted to forget and yet, here she is again, fucking with our heads in the worst way….how can I fuck with Jughead and Jellybean today? Oh, well how about I kill myself. She takes herself out completely. Well fuck her! Fuck her and her bullshit. Now I don’t have to think about her ever again!” she yelled, her face twisted with hurt rage. Jughead’s heart broke a little. He walked over and pulled the bottle from her hand.

“JB, it’s ok to feel grief,” he said, his eyes full of tears. “I feel it too,”

“No, I won’t grieve for her,” Jellybean cried, even as her body started to shake with sobs. “I won’t fucking grieve her!” Jughead pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, crying with her. He held her for a long time until she was calm and he pulled away and grabbed some tissue and wiped her face. It didn’t help much and she let out a laugh and pulled out some wet towelettes form her bag.

“Let’s go see dad,” she said after she cleaned her face up. He agreed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder so she wouldn’t stumble and fall. He thanked Archie and Ron for taking care of her and they left.

When FP opened the door to the trailer, Jughead could see that he hadn’t been having it any easier than them. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He stepped back and let them in without a word.

“Have you been drinking?” Jughead asked quietly.

“Surprisingly, no,” FP said with a sigh. “I chose to deal with it by smoking pot. Judge me another day please,” he said, flopping down on the couch. Jughead said nothing and he sat in the chair. Nobody said anything for a while and the silence was deafening.

“I’m sorry,” FP suddenly said quietly. “I’m sorry for everything that you kids have been through. You deserved better than this and I’m so fucking sorry.” Jellybean let out a sob and Jughead said nothing. “She really did a number on us, didn’t she?”

“Why did you marry her?” Jughead asked quietly. “Ive always wanted to know.”

“Believe it or not, I loved her. She was a spitfire when I first met her and I fell in love immediately. Of course, by the time you kids were born and I realized she hated me and pretty much everything and everyone else as well, it was a little too late for second thoughts. My only regret is letting her take you, Jellybean. I should have come after you.”

“It wouldn’t have made it any better and no offence dad, grandma took better care of me than you could at the time.”

“I guess that’s true,” FP said sadly.

“Are there any happy memories of her that we can think of?” Jellybean whispered. They all thought long and hard and there really wasn’t any.

“She was always mean and angry,” Jughead said quietly. “I was afraid of her from as early as I can remember. Despite the fact that you were a drunk dad, you still were the better parent and that’s kind of horrifying if you think about it.”

“I loved you kids and when I realized she hated my guts….well, I decided alcohol liked me and so I let that soothe me every night and for that, I’m so sorry you guys, you really deserved better than this bullshit.”

“I love you daddy,” JB whispered and hugged FP as he shed a few tears. Jughead smiled at him when he glanced in his direction.

“You know I love you, Jughead, right?”

“Yeah, I do and I love you too.”

“Well, at least her bullshit brought us this moment, right?” he said with a sad smile. They chuckled and FP turned his attention to JB.

“Now, who the fuck let you drink. You smell like a bottle of tequila and don’t deny it girl, I know what the shit smells like.” She sighed and lay back on the couch.

“It won’t happen again,” she muttered as her eyes closed. FP grabbed a blanket and settled it over her. He turned to Jughead.

“Go home to your family, I’ll bring her by tomorrow.” Jughead nodded and gave him a hug and placed a soft kiss on JB’s forehead and headed out.

Betty was waiting for him when he got home. She ran to him and threw her arms around him, holding him tight. His arms came around her and he breathed her in. She stepped back and held his face.

“She ok?”

“She’s with my dad, she’ll be fine.”

“What do you need Juggie? How can I help?” Jughead rested his forehead on hers.

“I need you,” he breathed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, taking his mouth in a kiss. Jughead picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

“I love you,” she whispered as he pressed her down on the bed, his mouth and hands hungry and desperate, needing her to heal his heart. She gave him everything, and he gave her everything in return. His mouth moved to her stomach, placing kisses all over the smooth skin, not yet showing the growing child.

“I love you,” he whispered. “We will love you with everything we have and we will never hurt you.” Betty felt his tears drop on her skin and she started to cry. He came up over her and rested his forehead on hers. “One last time, love, I am so sorry and I promise you, I will never ever hurt you again.” She nodded her understanding and pulled his mouth to hers. They spent the night loving and healing and the ghost from his past was completely banished and she would never hurt him again.

EC and Me

Submitted by thereisanotherskywalker: “Pretty typical EC story here. In high school, I had just started having sex with my girlfriend. She wasn’t on the pill so we used condoms every time. Being inexperienced, one time the condom broke and I didn’t realize it until it was "too late.” This was a Friday night. The next morning she went to her doctor and was prescribed Plan B (I believe because she was a minor, this was back in 2003). She took the two pills and that was the end of it, thankfully. Like I said, pretty typical, but I thought I’d share anyways if nothing else than to show that Plan B helps out guys as well as girls.“