Holy shit I love boats. I’m definitely a sailboat kind of guy. My favourite is probably the schooner. Ketches are great, too, it’s just not the same configuration appeal. Unless you’re into racing them. This boat’s okay. Y'know? It’s not terrible, it’s not great, it’s just okay. And in some ways that’s the worst kind of boat. (It’s boring). Here, let me show you pictures of my yacht. You haven’t seen a great yacht until you’ve seen my yacht. (where’s my iphone). Look at this pristine baby, I call her the SS Koizumi and God, is she wonderful. Are you jealous? I think you’re jealous. Don’t you see, I love motherfucking boats. Boats boats boats boats boats boats boats boats boats.
Synopsis: It’s jughead’ birthday and with an unwanted birthday party in full swing Jughead flees the scene of the crime in favour of Pops. Where he stumbles upon a certain someone.
Pairings: Jughead x reader, Jughead x Betty
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
A/N: not entirely sure if I’ll make this into a little series. I haven’t been majorly inspired to finish the wrong side of the tracks so maybe this will replace it. Let me know my lovelies. Also wrote this really quick and didn’t really edit it sorrrrrry
I can’t believe Betty thought I’d like a birthday party. She doesn’t know me like I thought she did. What the hell was she thinking?! I had never stormed out so quickly in my life. I had never been so infuriated by something…by someone. God only knows what the hell is going on with Archie, he’s totally flown off the handle and I’m not in the mood to be a good friend right now. He wasn’t a good friend by stopping this in the first place.
I strolled along the short-ish walk to pops. The town was empty, all sleeping or in Archie’s trying to sleep together.
Pops’ was almost completely empty. I waved at Pop Tate and began ambling over to my booth, my safe space, my Oasis, my..wait what the fuck?
I walked closer to the booth and looked at the y/h/c haired girl sitting down reading and drinking a milkshake in my booth. I am so not in the mood.
“Ahem” I coughed loudly but she didn’t move. “Emm excuse me..this is kinda my booth and I’m not really in the mood so could you just not thanks”. Still no response to more slightly more than harsh tone.
I reached out to touch her shoulder and she jumped under my touch, gasping as she did so and then laughing.
“Oh sorry were you talking to me?” She smiled sweetly at me as she removed her earbuds. Okay that makes sense now.
“I.uhh yeah I was…you’re…youre in my booth?”i mange to stutter. Her beauty stealing my voice.
“you don’t seem too sure?” She laughed, “you can sit down if you want?” She gestured to the empty seat across from her. Okay not really what I had in mind and it feels weird to sit here without my laptop but sure.
“So what’s your name?” Okay who am I and why am I willing striking up a conversation with a stranger.
“Why aren’t you at my party y/n?” that sounded a little more vain than I had intended.
“Umm excuse me?” she chuckled
“i mean the whole of Riverdale youth is at it so why aren’t you?”
“Maybe I’m not Riverdale youth” that’s an interesting answer.
“Why aren’t you at your own party beanie boy?” hmm good question stranger….
“Umm not really my scene”
“Your own party isn’t your scene?” yup pretty ridiculous and rightfully deserved the laugh she gave it. I found myself laughing a little at its obscurity as well.
“Yeah my…my friend threw it for me and I don’t think they know me as well as I thought cause I couldn’t think of a worse thing to plan for me”
“Aha what?” I laughed as she smiled so sweetly at me.
“I think that’d be a worse thing to plan for someone besides a birthday party, no?”
“I guess" grinning at her play on my words.
We sat there talking for ages about nothing in particular. She never asked my name or pried into my business just took what I offered her. I can’t say I did the same for her. I was actually kinda rude to be honest but I just wanted to know everything about her and even though she was a little slow to speak about herself I enjoyed every little detail however far and few between they were.
“You know you have been sitting here or an hour Beanie Brain”
“Really?…Oh shit! Yeah people are probably wondering where I am…then again they have alcohol so probably not” I joked but really it was true. “You should probably go back” this saddened me a little. I didn’t want to go and I think she could tell.
“Do…do you wanna come?” Did I really just ask a stranger to my sorta house? Then again Betty asked everyone in school and they’re all virtually strangers…no they are strangers so what’s one more. Besides I actually like this stranger.
“Umm okay sure if you promise you’re not a serial killer ” she stood smilingly and we began the walk back to Archie’s after she paid the tab.
“No I’m not a serial killer”
“Yeah I mean what’s the chances of two serial killers finding each other like this” she joked. I’m quite fond of her humor even if others in this town wouldn’t find that particular joke funny at this current moment of time.
I told her about the gang along the way however I seemed to fail to mention that Betty was more than just a member of the gang. I don’t know why I just didn’t.
The house had people coming from all possible exits. Completely mobbed. Music and people spewing onto the street. Chaos. I took a deep breath in and shuffled my feet on the spot.
“Hey we don’t have to go in?” Y/n offered supportingly. “It’s not really my scene either”. I like her, she understands me.
“Okay, come on we can go hang out with Vegas in the garage”
“Is Vegas a hooker” she snickered.
“Oh yeah totally, he might get you to join his brothel so be careful” I returned, starting to lead her to the shed laughing.
Along the way she stumbled on discarded beer cans and I caught her hand to steady her….i had just forgotten to let go again as did she.
We sat down on the old couch in the garage and she fell totally head over heels in love with Vegas. And I think I’m starting to fall for her. No. No I’m not. Shut up Jughead.
We talked again for what seemed like ages but was only an hour. We could only hear the slight thud of music and blur of mangled drunken slurs. “This is a nice way to spend a birthday” I ramble.
“What? With someone who is practically a stranger and a dog in a garage?”
“Yeah, I mean they’re all practically strangers and this is just…nice” I actually thought it was more than nice but wasn’t ready to offer that kind of information.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right it is kinda nice” she playfully hits my shoulder and I react by going to tickle her. This is met by strong protest which only spurs me on.
I’m soon lying on top of her tickling her mercilessly as she begs for peace. I finally stop as her face turned almost purple, mine almost the same from just laughing at her.
I hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time. It was just easy to be around y/n. I blame what happened next on the lack of oxygen in my brain from the laughing.
I leaned down and kissed her. I hadn’t had a kiss like that before. It was truly sensational, magical, earth shattering, all of the above.
I pulled back from her but it wasn’t long before she pulled me back for another. This was truly amazing.
The door began to shake and I had never moved so quickly in my life. Too quickly. I got my legs tangled in y/ns and ended up falling to the ground pulling her on top of me.
“Oh.my.god.” shit. Betty stood in the doorway looking totally hurt and shocked and ready to both burst into tests and kill me all at once.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!” she shrieked, just audible over the music pouring in through the open door.
It was y/ns turn to move quickly.
”Wait your what?! I swear I had no idea!” Oh I’m a terrible person. Y/N looked at me with all hurt and little anger….the same could not be said for Betty.
“Jughead Jones!!! I have never been so cross in my enti…”
“Wait what? Did you just call him Jughead Jones?” Y/N cut across Betty in a tone dripping in confusion while the one Betty returned only dripped with poison.
“Yeah homewrecker that’s his name, are you trying to tell me you take a sledgehammer to my relationship and don’t even know his name you absolute fucking whore”. If y/n was hurt by Betty harsh words she didn’t show it, I however was shocked by her language.
“Oh God oh God oh God oh God this isn’t happening this isn’t happening” y/n sounded genuinely spooked as she grabbed her jacket and put it back on “I have to go I have to go oh God oh God"
“Yeah I think you should go do that, I’m sure there’s some other couple you can ruin skank”. I had had enough.
“Betty! Don’t talk to y/n like that!”
“No! You don’t get to speak right now!” As I was about to defy her the door closed and y/n was gone. Betty started shouting at me as I moved to the door to chase y/n but she was gone, leaving a very angry Betty and a very confused Jughead.-