Request: Can you do an imagine were jughead says he doesn’t love the reader any more in a mean way and the reader attempts suicide and he goes to the hospital and realizes how much he loves her. If you’re ok with that👑👑👑
A/N: This prompt was hard to write because I have gone through anxiety and depression and have friends who go through these mental health issues as well. I know the character does not have these issues and just goes through an episode. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I am only writing about this because it was a request and sadly these scenarios actually happen in real life. I hope I did justice to the requestor’s vision. I know the request asked for Jughead to break up with them in a mean way, but I couldn’t vision that so I just like let it happen. I hope if you’re a reader and has these mental health issues you seek treatment and know that every day is a new chapter and there will always be a light in all that darkness if you search for it and I’m here for you and you are loved. P.S: According to Cody you lose a women when you forget to cherish her (okay bye, hopefully you understand that and smile). I added a list of songs there, that helped inspire this imagine. Also this one is quite long, but I hope you all love it!
Summary: Reader parents are so complicated. Jughead and the reader are going through a rough patch in their relationship.
Spoilers: Somethings just deserve happy endings. :)
† WARNINGS! Depressing thoughts, signs of self-harm and drug abuse. Please do not try these at home, if you ever need someone to talk to my inbox is open I love you and be careful.
Broken Home- 5 Seconds of Summer Better off dead – Sleeping with Sirens Broken Ones- Jacquie Lee Is anybody out there- K’NAAN Broken over you- Grace Mitchell Dreaming with a broken heart – John Mayer Everybody Hurts- R.E.M Breathe Me- Sia Blackbird- India Jean-Jacques Between the Bars- Elliot Smith Drift- Emily Osment Invisible – 5 Seconds of Summer Get it Right- Glee Welcome to my life- Simple Plan Build You Up- Kim Taylor
Riverdale the town that was once your safe haven, the sign of hope and a new life. That was history. You arrived to the infamous ‘Town with Pep’ the year when you were about to enter fifth grade. At first you were mad at your parents for moving you away from your friends. You were a shy person, so the friends you had you were proud of making them. You knew the only reason you were moving was for your parents to get a fresh start. There had been problems with your parents’ marriage, and they decided to “fix” it by moving away from all the problems they said.
You stayed in Riverdale ever since, you made friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Jughead and now Veronica. Though when you got there you were pretty lonely it was Jughead who invited you to play with them in the park. You lived right next to Jughead, so you became closer to him and he in return shared his friends with you. You were smitten with the brooding, mysterious writer. It wasn’t till the summer before your sophomore year where Jughead asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted since you were madly in love with the guy and were surprised he actually returned the feelings you had for him.
Though sometimes life gets too good, you start wondering when it will come crashing down. You spoke too soon, it all came crashing down every second your parents never fixed anything between them. They suppressed everything and exploded, every night got worse and worse. Your parents started screaming, and fighting again. They decided they were no longer in love.
How do you no longer love someone? You thought. Where does that feeling go? Will that ever happen to you and Jughead?
“(Y/N)? Hello?” your mother spoke across the table.
“Um, uh, yeah, what?” you spoke up as she distracted you from your thoughts.
“What your mother and I are saying” your father continued “Is that, we know this separation may not be easy for you, but it’s for the best” your father declared at the breakfast table while gently grabbing your hand.
“We tried to make it work, but once love is no longer there, you only do so much to try and repair a broken relationship” your mother confirmed.
“Okay, just if you guys keep fighting though, don’t include me, I want nothing to do with this and I am not leaving Riverdale or my friends and especially not Jug; I will not be your play toy when you end up fighting about who gets custody over me” you stated coldly standing up from your chair taking a toasted bread and an apple and left your home to get to school so you wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.
“Hey Babe” Jughead commented as you climbed down the steps of your front porch.
“Hey Juggie” you cheered as you handed him the toast and he grabbed you by the hand.
“So what’s the verdict this time?” Jughead challenged since he saw your tired expression that didn’t budge from your face.
“They finally decided to get a divorce” you croaked with a single tear escaping your eye.
“I mean it’s for the best, I am just so tired of the cheating and the screaming” you stated boldly trying to hide the fact that it was breaking you apart.
How could they even stay together this long if they didn’t love other? What was going to happen to you? You weren’t ready to waking up to a more broken home? There was going to be only one parent you woke up to? No more screaming, No more fighting, No more love. If love runs out, when will your parents stop loving you, is Jughead’s love also going to run out?
“Hey sleepyhead” Betty chimed in at the sidewalk, you didn’t notice her ever joining you and Jughead “Rough night?” she questioned.
Rough Life you thought to yourself, but what came out of your lips was “Yeah, you know the usual” and Betty pulled you in for a small hug as you entered Riverdale High.
Every single one of your friends knew about your parent troubles and you didn’t know how you felt about that other than embarrassed. Though they were very comforting since dysfunctional families were a norm here at Riverdale.
Days passed and your parents finally made their divorce official and your father decided to stay at Riverdale, so he wouldn’t make things hard on you with the whole shared custody your parents agreed to. That day all your friends had a get-together at Veronica’s because they knew how hard it was for you that your parents were finally separating.
You all sat around the living room talking, laughing, eating junk food and watching movies. They were the best distraction you could ever ask for. The day was done, and you had to face reality as Jughead and you walked back home together.
“So, are you going to be okay?” Jughead broke the silence.
“This night is so poetic” you stated ignoring Jughead’s comment “The gloomy sky, is crying, a symbol of a new beginning, no more faking happy family; now they’re finally done with each other and the only thing keeping them linked is me sadly” you continued because all that was running over your mind was his question.
Are you going to be okay? Should you tell Jughead that before they officially separated you were diagnosed with depression and were on medicine? You couldn’t blame your parents for not loving each other like they should’ve. But you blamed them for the screaming, fighting and sleepless nights they caused you. They were so into their fighting they never asked how you were. They never knew that your smile hid so much anger and brokenness. They made you into this ball of sorrow and you felt your light diming every time you tasted those pills, every time they made you hold in every word because you didn’t want to start another fight.
“I guess I am rubbing off on you” Jughead claimed with a chuckle and you smiled at him.
He had been your rock through all of this mayhem, and there was not enough words in the universe to thank him for being there for you.
“Thank you so much Jug, for being here, for putting up with all the stupid ranting, for-“ you were stopped as he grabbed you by the face and planted a kiss on lips, you were about to drop the umbrella as he let go.
“I will always be here” he promised. …
Your father found another woman and your mother started dating. They moved on so easily you couldn’t believe your eyes. You’d go to Jughead and complain about everything they were doing to you. All the dinners they made you attend. All of a sudden you became a prize to be won.
The game of Who gets more time with our daughter started and you were the only one losing.
Things got soo bad you started self-harming with a razor you broke apart one night at 3am when you could hear your mom in her room with her new conquest.
You would wear long sleeves to cover your scars. No one knew, not even Jughead. Betty noticed a difference in you, but you lied.
You felt terrible for lying to her since she was your first go to when Jughead was too busy with his novel. Jason Blossom was murdered by Sweetwater River on, so your problems didn’t feel so big.
Jughead started investing more of his time in his novel, and since Jason was with Polly him and Betty would go sleuthing trying to find clues because we all lost trust in the grown-ups.
They offered you to come, but you didn’t feel like adding another problem to your life. You and Jughead became more distant. When you did spend time he was on his laptop typing away and you just sat there with him, drawing, and reading anything just wanting to be near him.
Since Betty would investigate with Jug, you had no else to be with. Archie was invested in music, Kevin would be disappearing to Southside claiming he was investigating things with his dad. Veronica became close to Cheryl and she just wasn’t your cup of tea.
Your parents stopped caring about you and spending more time their significant others.
You would argue with Jughead to make time for you not caring how needy you sounded and he finally broke. He couldn’t take your arguing and neediness he finally broke up with you. You couldn’t blame him.
Everyone you loved was leaving you.
It had been almost a week since he broke it off. Your mother left on a trip with a guy younger than her. You skipped school since you couldn’t bear to see his face. Your cutting covered both or your arms.
You wouldn’t have taken it farther if it wasn’t for a voicemail left on your phone.
“Hey baby girl, I’m probably going to be longer with Josh, also I don’t know if you got dad’s text, he got stuck in a business trip and won’t be able to take you out for your birthday, also I’m so sorry I won’t be there either, I really hope you can understand well you are 16 throw a party for yourself”
You broke down, you couldn’t take it. Everyone was gone. Your parents, Jughead, and none of your friends bothered to text you to see if you were okay. You went to your bedroom opened your mirror and grabbed your anti-depressants and a bunch of pills and started one by one while chugging water, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slit your arms and as you fell to the ground as from everything you did to yourself your head hit hard against the tile you heard your door open. As you lost consciousness you couldn’t be sadder it was Betty that found you and angry it wasn’t your mother.
“(Y/N), I am sorry I haven’t been able to talk to you, Jug just told me you guys broke-” she discovered your body knocked out cold on the floor. She was shocked and sobbing as she called the hospital to come pick you up.
She was surprised over the empty pill container of anti-depressants and started sobbing more not knowing you were even on them, and shocked over all the slits on your arms even more tears flooded her face because she didn’t know how bad things had gotten for you.
The ambulance arrived and they took you and Betty to the hospital.
They contacted your parents and Betty called your friends.
“What Happened?!” Jughead croaked at Betty, his eyes puffy from the crying that happened when Betty told them to rush to the hospital.
Betty told them about how she found you, about the anti-depressants and the cuts that took place on your arms.
They all looked at her confused and sad, and Jughead freaked out he started crying, he punched a hole in the wall and he was about to be escorted out of the hospital, but your father arrived and stopped them because he knew how much he meant for you, and he convinced them he would pay for the damages.
The doctor came to the living room and told him everything Betty had told him and how they were planning on fixing you.
“Mr. (Y/L/N) how long was (Y/N) on anti-depressants?” The doctor questioned your father.
“Since before we got a divorce, and she refused those group things because she said she already had her friends” He said softly trying to contain the tears, as your friends sobbed softly.
“Did you know she was cutting?” The doctor asked another question.
“No, she doesn’t live me, she lives with her mom” Your father stated as a tear escaped his right eye and your mother finally arrived.
“Oh my god, doctor what happened to (Y/N)?” you mom pleaded.
So they told your mom how they found you and she broke down not knowing you were self-harming.
“She started wearing long sleeve shirts for about a month, so I’m guessing that when it may have started” Jughead announced to the doctor and your mother continued sobbing on your fathers chest “I can’t believe I didn’t notice” Jughead mumbled under his breath.
“Thank you” the doctor claimed as he walked away.
Your father tried to calm your mom down and Betty and the gang sat down holding hands hoping they could fix you.
“If I would’ve known, if I was here and not with that guy” you mom sobbed.
“This is both of our faults (Y/M/N)” your father took responsibility “She was depressed, and we didn’t pay attention to her as she was screaming out for us to just be her parents” he continued.
Jughead walked to the hallway, and Betty followed him.
“Jug where are you going?” Betty addressed.
“Bets, this is all my fault, if I knew, if I would have listened to her and not be soo invested in this stupid murder, this- I- I love her Betty, I can’t lose her” Jughead bawled.
“Jug, this is not your fault, (Y/N) wasn’t well and we didn’t know, we should’ve noticed as her friends; but she hid that brokenness so well, you won’t lose her none of us will” Betty cried while pulling Jughead in a hug until the doctor came out again.
“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), (Y/N) is going to be fine, we have bandaged the arms and stopped the bleeding, the fall was just a small concussion and the drugs have been drained from her system, only the parents can go in right now” The doctor concluded as your parents made their way to see you.
“(Y/N), it us” you heard your mothers voice as you opened your eyes.
“Sweetheart, you had us so worried” You father added.
“I guess it’s true, people only care, when you’re dead or are dying” You huffed.
“All your friends are out there and Jughead” you’re mother implied ignoring your comment as your father grabbed a chair and sat next to you and grabbed your hand only to reveal you bandaged arms.
“Honey, I am so sorry for anything we have done for making you feel worthless, we were distracted fighting like cats and dogs and we didn’t see you screaming out for our love” you father sobbed.
“Love runs out, isn’t that right mom?” you stated coldly as a tears started escaping your eyes.
“Baby, you are so wonderful, we are so sorry for anything we have done to make you think you weren’t worth anything, we are so sorry for everything we made you go through” Your mother lamented as she reached for your other hand.
“Our love for you doesn’t have a limit, we will love you unconditionally and I’m sorry that got too distracted and left you alone” your father went on.
You and your parents talked about everything, you agreed for treatment and a therapist for as long as you needed it and they went to call your friends.
You were so happy your parents actually cared and loved you unconditionally. As your parents were talking to your friends Jughead interjected.
“Can I see her alone first” and your friends nodded as he walked over your room with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear he had put his beanie on it.
“(Y/N), I am so sorry for not being there for you? For not making time for you, I love you, I do, I love you so much, these days we broke up I felt like shit that the only light in my life was gone” Jughead spoke and tears started streaming off your face.
“Juggie, I love you too, and I am soo sorry I never told you about all my problems” you spoke as he came near you to put his gifts on the table near you as he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.
“I am so sorry for not hearing you out, for being too invested in my novel” He sighed.
“No Jug, I was the one who chose not to tell you or anyone else, I felt like I couldn’t burden you all with my problems, and I know that when that novel come out, it’s going to be huge” you reassured as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and you kissed back missing his lips your mouths moved in sync.
“You could never be a burden (Y/N). Please be my girlfriend again (Y/N), we will work things out together, you were always there for my family problems, I promise I will be there for yours as well; please be mine again, unlike your parents I still love you, (Y/N) love doesn’t run out people just get bored and stop working on it. I will never not work on our love” Jughead pleaded and you accepted.
“Is that the infamous beanie on the teddy bear?” you asked Jughead as he grabbed the bear to give to you.
“Yeah” he smiled.
“Give it!” you cheered as you placed it on your head.
“Looks good on you babe” Jughead declared.
“Yeah, but I don’t do it justice like you” you smirked as you placed it on his luscious black hair and soon your friends came in and they all gave you hugs and you all hung out there until visiting hours were over and you were dismissed the next day.
Your parents overheard what Jughead told you and they realized they wanted to work harder on their relationship and soon became re-married and there was fighting because every good relationship faces problems, but this time they didn’t wait for it to explode and worked on them head on. You and Jughead were happily dating and all was right in Riverdale, they even caught Jason’s Killer. I guess there is such things as Happily Ever After’s.
Despite your eyes stinging, you desperately attempted opening them. A dull ache reverberated off your skull and into your head. You felt a stiffness cover your body. Voices. You began to hear voices, murmured tones. Dazed, your head swung in a slight circle as your consciousness strengthened. Finally, your eyes began to adjust.
Bright lights were focused on you and you alone. You figured they were theater lights given the heat and brightness they gave off. Looking down, you noticed you were strapped to a metal slab by your torso, stomach, wrists, thighs, and ankles. Your breathing became shallow as panic set in.
“Where,” you croaked, “Where am I?” “It seems you’re awake,” a malicious voice purred. “What…What do you want with me?” you paused to catch a breath, “I haven’t done anything to you.” “No, you haven’t,” he continued to hum, “However, you will become a fine asset to us.” You lifted your head in question, but stopped when you couldn’t pin the figure to the voice. “Research, my naive one,” he stated, “Your biology makes you the perfect subject,” he paused for effect before thrumming, “Test subject.” Your eyes widened as fear burst through you.