Request: #6 and #44 with Jughead?
And: Jughead x reader with 8 and 46 please?
Requested by: both anonymous.
6: “You’re the only one for me.”
44: “You’re drunk.”
8: “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.”
46: “How did I get stuck here with you?”
A/N: Hope you two don’t mind I combined your requests, I thought it could fit well together and create an interesting story.
Jughead sighed, already annoyed by the prospect of even being in the same room as these people.
He was at a party, filled with drunk and high kids who stumbled around excitedly. The buzz of the room screamed celebration and all Jughead could do was lean against a wall, and close his eyes in tested patience. Why did he agree to this again?
Oh that’s right, it was your birthday and your friends, despite their own interest had invited him because they knew you wouldn’t be able to enjoy your birthday without your best friend. And that’s how Jughead landed here, because he was a faithful and kind best friend, he’d sacrificed his own fortunes and come to this rather wild party.
You’d been surprised when he’d shown up, but no doubt happy. Though you’d quickly been dragged of by one of your friends, with the yell of a promise to meet up with him later. Jughead would’ve honestly left by now if you hadn’t said something. He honestly questioned why he was your friend after the stunts you pulled.
“Juggy…!” Called a sing-song voice. Jughead blinked, turning to see you stumble towards him with the biggest grin on your face. He sighed, already knowing this couldn’t be good and when you finally reached him all he had to do was take was sniff to realized you were intoxicated.
“You’re drunk.” Jughead stated bluntly, staring down at you unimpressed as you giggled at him.
“No, duh, Juggy.” You ‘lightly’ slapped his shoulder, making him wince by your rather rough hit. “It’s my birthday and the giiiirrlllls- the girls wanted me to drink.” You slurred, smiling messily up at him.
Jughead sighed, taking your arm he started leading you up the stairs. “Come one, your too drunk.” He stated and despite your protests, he continued to lead you up the stairs and into one of your friends bedrooms. Luckily this wasn’t at your home, so once Jughead got you stable enough he could steal you away from your own party and take you home.
Once in the room, you stared stupidly at the ceiling jumping every time Jughead walked by. “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.” You giggled, staring at Jughead now dazed. He rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin.
“How did I get stuck here with you?” He found himself asking, taking a seat beside you as you leaned against him. He tried to keep himself calm, you knew he didn’t like touching so much and you were only doing this because you weren’t completely right in the head right now.
“Because you loooove me.” You hiccuped, as your eyes suddenly grew heavy and you found the side of Jughead very comfortable. Jughead though, watched uncomfortably as you fell asleep against his side. Despite his own hatred towards touching, he couldn’t help but smile down at your cute flushed face. “And i’m the only one for you.” You mumbled sleepily, not completely hearing what you were saying yourself.
“You’re right,” Jughead admitted once he knew you were asleep. “You’re the only one for me.”