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Perfect-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Reader’s parents makes them question their relationship with Jughead (based on the song perfect by Ed Sheeran)

Warnings: You might cry tears of joy, I sure as heck did.

Disclaimer: I know other people have been writing songfics for Jughead with this song and not to be that salty bitch but it was mY FUCKIN IDEA BITCHES I SEE YOU ok now that I have that off my chest u can carry on srry


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“We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.”

The first time I met Jughead Jones, I was 5 years old. We were in kindergarten, and he didn’t have any crayons, so I shared mine with him. He just stared at me when I had slid the pack in between our desks. I nodded towards the box and he took one, nodding back. Even though he didn’t say anything. I knew he was thankful.

We didn’t talk much until the third grade, when he was having trouble in school and I offered to help. Once again, I never got a thank you, but I didn’t mind. I knew he was thankful, even if he didn’t say it.

We were casual friends through elementary school, and in the 6th grade we rode the bus together. The first day of middle school, I spotted the boy in his oversized gray beanie sitting alone on the big yellow vehicle, a scowl on his face that I was almost convinced was permanent. He was alone in the very back seat, staring out the window. I immediately made my way to the back, plopping my tiny body right next to his. We looked funny together, me in my incredibly bright blue skirt and pink top, and him in his black clothes, but I had always thought we contrasted perfectly.

I sat by him every day, getting on the bus and smiling at him before silently doing my homework, and him staring out the window. Sometimes I tried to talk to him, but I never got a response.

One day, I had gotten on the bus before Jughead after school. Feeling particularly down that day, sat in a seat near the front alone. I set my bag on my lap, resting my chin in my hands and staring out the window sadly. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Jughead standing by my seat, a questioning look on his face. He jabbed a thumb towards the rear of the bus and held out his hand, and I smiled before taking his and letting him lead me to our seat in the back.

After that day, he spoke to me every time I saw him. He had told me about his hobbies, and what he liked to do. He told me about his mom and his dad, and his sister, and when I realized that there wasn’t really a lot he was comfortable telling me, I would tell him all about my life. Those days on the bus turned in to days spent with each other as much as we could in school, and then hanging out after school and on the weekends as well. Jughead was my best friend, and I was his.

“Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
Oh I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

Fast forward to high school, and our friendship grew in to something more. Despite how different in personality the two of us were, somehow, we were attached to each other. The night Jason Blossom’s death became a homicide case, Jughead was knocking on my window, crawling in to my bedroom and hugging me tightly. He cried in to my shoulder, telling me how terrified he was. After I had told him he would be fine, he shook his head, telling me I was the only thing he was worried about. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him down and kissing him softly. That was the night we got together.

We had been together as a couple for a few months now, although it felt like longer. The only thing that had really changed between us was that we kissed a lot more, and there was a little more PDA. We didn’t fight or disagree hardly ever, which was a relief for me, considering my parents did a lot. I was grateful my relationship with Jughead was smooth and unbreakable, because everything else around me always seemed to be falling apart.

It was the night before my birthday, and I was with my friends at Pop’s. I sat on the counter of the diner, Jughead sitting in the chair in front of me with his head laying against my leg. I played with the hair that stuck out of the front of his hat as our friends talked about school and other things. It was late, and I knew that I would have to be getting home soon, so I tapped Jughead’s shoulder. He moved his head and I hopped off the counter, smoothing out the front of my blue dress.

I said goodbye to my friend, giving them each a hug, before Jughead took my hand, leading me out the door. I looked up at my boyfriend, the ends of my lips curling in to a smile. I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked towards my house, happy to be wrapped up in the bliss that was being with Jughead Jones.

But, of course, all good things come to an end, and soon enough I was in front of my house, my body feeling with dread. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to my mother and father have another screaming match, especially the night before my birthday. I gave Jughead a kiss goodnight, after he hugged me tightly and gave me a few words of encouragement.

I unlocked my front door, turning the knob and going inside. It was almost too quiet, the silence crawling up my spine and giving me unfriendly goosebumps. I saw the kitchen light on and headed towards the room, avoiding a picture frame and a vase that were shattered in the hallway and living room. I sucked in a breath, knowing that whatever happened tonight didn’t end well.

I stepped cautiously in to the kitchen, seeing my dad sat at the dining room table. His head was in his hands, his fingers tangled in to his hair.

“Dad?” I spoke softly, and I almost thought he didn’t her me until he raised his head and turned to look at me. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were wet with tears.

“Hey, sweetheart.” My dad sniffled, wiping away the tears that fell down his face and waving me over. I walked slowly to him, sitting down at the table. My dad took my hand, trying his best to smile at me.

“What happened?” I asked him. My dad tensed a bit, looking down at the hardwood table that his arms rested upon.

“Your mother and I got in to a fight tonight. A big one.” He started, stopping to take a deep breath.” And she thinks that things would be better if we were separated for a while.”

I knew that was coming. It had been a long time coming, to be honest. I wasn’t too surprised.

“Ok, where’s mom?” I asked, my head turning to look around the house, as if she would magically appear next to me at any moment.

“She, uh, she left.” My dad gulped, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Where’d she go?” I asked, my heart now breaking.

“I-I don’t know, kiddo, but look.” My dad turned his attention to me, full on.” We’re going to make the best of tomorrow, ok?” I nodded and my dad leaned over, wrapping an arm around me and hugging me.” I’m sorry that she did this, but I promise I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t ruin tomorrow.”

I hugged my dad goodnight, not really in the mood to talk about anything else, and went up to my room. I laid on my bed for a while, not having the emotional energy to do anything else. After a bit, I went and checked on my little sister, and went downstairs to check on my dad. I sighed, seeing him passed out on the couch. I couldn’t be in this house right now. I had to leave for a little bit.

I grabbed my jacket from the hanger by the door, shoving my phone and wallet in the pocket and slipping on my tennis shoes. I quietly opened the door and stepped out, hearing the door click softly. I locked the knob and stepped off my porch, walking down the driveway. I was on my way to Archie’s house, knowing that there was only one person I needed right now more than anything.

When I made it to Archie’s, I pulled out my phone, clicking on Jughead’s contact. I sent him a quick text and waited a few moments before seeing a shadow at Fred Andrew’s door, sneaking out the front door.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead immediately asked, his arms going around me.

“She left, Jughead. She just… left.” I spoke blankly, my chin resting against Jughead’s shoulder. Jughead pulled back, looking at me.

“Who?”

“My mom. She’s gone. She left town. Nobody knows when she’s coming back.” Saying it out loud made the whole situation hit me, and I started crying, sinking in to Jughead’s chest.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Jughead hugged me tightly. I sniffled, staining his jacket with my tears. Jughead’s hands ran up and down my back, calming me as best as he could.

After a few moments when I had stopped crying, Jughead took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. I leaned against his side, the side of my head resting against his bicep. We strolled down our neighborhood in a comfortable silence, and I felt a lot better now that I was with him. Something was bothering me though, and I knew exactly what it was.

I tugged on Jughead’s hand, leading him towards a bench while we passed by the city park. I sat down, Jughead sitting right beside me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Honestly?” Jughead nodded.” I feel terrible.”

Jughead sighed sadly, his face softening at my words. His arm went around me, rubbing my shoulder tenderly. We sat in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke again.

“Are we going to end up like them?” I turned and looked at Jughead, who looked confused.
“Our parents. Are we going to end up like our parents?”

Silence.

Jughead’s hand stopped rubbing my shoulder, falling down my back. He looked away, biting at the inside of his cheek. After a minute, he looked back at me.

“Y/n, we aren’t our parents.”

“That doesn’t mean what happened to them won’t happen to us.” I pointed out, my hand moving away from Jughead’s thigh, where it had previously been resting.

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?” I argued, standing from the bench. I started to pace, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to fight with Jughead, but if I kept this up, that’s where things were going to head.

“Y/n, will you sit down please?” I turned to Jughead who was now standing, hands shoved in his pockets. He nodded his head towards the bench and I complied, walking back toward it and smoothing my dress against my legs as I sat.

“When we first met, we were in kindergarten.” Jughead began, standing in front of me.” You were the first kid to talk to me. All throughout elementary school, you would do nothing but show kindness to me, even though I hardly ever returned it. You never gave up on me, even following in to middle school. I had these walls built so high even at such a young age, but you were the first person to ever get through them. Now I can’t ever seem to imagine living a life without you.” Jughead paused, his hands moving in his pockets.

“I don’t deserve you. I honestly don’t. You keep me going, even when everything else around me feels like its falling apart. Everything I’ve been through, everything we’ve been through, you’ve stayed by my side the entire time.” I saw Jughead’s fist clench in his pocket and he exhaled, the cold air showing his breath flow from between his lips before disappearing.

“I was going to wait until, well, tomorrow to do this, but I think right now is better.” Jughead got down on one knee and my breath hitched in my throat. I felt my heart stop for a second before it began to race.

“I want to make a promise to you. I want to promise you that no matter what happens, I will never leave your side. I want to live my whole entire life with you. When I imagine what my future will be like, all I have to do is look in your eyes. I see you in every part of it. I want that. I want to live with you, I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to fall asleep next to you every night. I want to have kids with you, and grow old with you, and whatever else I do with my life, I just want it to be with you.” Jughead’s hand left his pocket, a small black velvet box now in the palm of his hand.

“I know we’re only kids still, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I am truly, wholeheartedly in love with you, and that I want to share my entire life with you. If there’s only one thing that I can ever call mine in life, I want it to be your heart, and I want you to have mine.” Jughead lifted his other hand, opening the box. Inside was a ring, with a diamond on top, and two tiny round diamonds engraved in to the ring on either side.

“Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“I know we’re young, and we can’t really…get married for another year.” Jughead paused, exhaling quickly through his nose. “But what I’m asking is, when that time comes… Will you marry me?”

By now I had tears flowing down my cheeks, my mouth over my hand and unable to speak, so I furiously nodded my head to say yes. Jughead smiled brightly, taking my left hand in his and sliding the ring on to my finger. Jughead stood from the ground and I jumped up from the bench, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, lifting me and spinning me around once before setting me down and dipping his head down to kiss me.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds”

When we broke apart, my hands went under my eyes, wiping the tears that had been falling down my face.

“Gosh, I probably look like a mess.” I laughed bitterly, and I was betting I was right. I hadn’t taken off my makeup when I left my house, and my hair was up in a messy bun, and there was probably black all under my eyes from my mascara.

Jughead cupped my face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs running against my cheeks.

“You look perfect.” He spoke, so soft that I almost didn’t even hear him, before leaning down and kissing me again.

“When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of “Wipe it off of me”, reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

(Read Part 1 )

Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.

“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.

“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”

“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”


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I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.” I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.


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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”

“Good.” Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

“Me.” Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.

“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. “Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”

“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”

“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.

Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.