About You - Jughead Jones

Jughead x reader where they have a fight?

I didn’t know what type of fight you wanted so, it turned into fluff because I’m total and utter trash! It has a bad ending but that’s because I never wanted it to end. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

You got the text from Jughead around 4pm, that said to come over to his house. You almost didn’t go, due to the amount of homework you had, but at 4:18 pm you were already in his driveway. His parents weren’t home, as usual, so you just walked into the house.

“Jughead? What’s wrong?” You shouted, wandering around the house looking for your friend. You walked up the carpeted staircase and turned left into his room. There you saw him, sprawled out on the floor with his back leaning against the side of his bed. The cuts and bruises on his arms and face looked fresh and he seemed like he was in pain. You rushed over and crouched next to him, you leaned over grabbing his face carefully in your hands.

“Jug, what happened?” You asked, he turned his face in your hands so he could look you in the eyes, but he didn’t speak. His blue eyes were unreadable as he took in your features. “Was it Reggie?” You asked, but he still didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and leaned his face against your palm. You slowly got up, “I’ll grab some meds.” You exited his room and into the bathroom. There you opened a cabinet and grabbed some pain killers and hydrogen peroxide for his cuts.

When you returned to his room, Jughead was trying to get up to do who knows what. You set the medicine down on his dresser and put your hands on your hips. He almost didn’t notice the look you were giving him, until you cleared your throat. His eyes landed on you, and despite the pain, he gave you a little smile. “You look cute when you’re pissed off.” If it wasn’t for the situation, you might’ve blushed harder, but you just looked at him. “Sit down, Jug.”

“I have to type. Just really quick.” He said as his limped over to his desk. It looked like he would fall at any second, so you walked over and guided him to his bed. “You can type later. But for now,” you said sitting him on his bed, “just sit.” He listened and didn’t move as you pressed a rag soaked in the peroxide to his cuts. He let out small hisses of pain to which you muttered ‘sorry.’ You weren’t sorry though, not really. He had been getting into fights whenever he could and you were tired of playing nurse with him afterwards. So after you had cleaned his cuts and made him down a few pain killers, you let him have it.

“This fighting with people needs to end! I’m tired of seeing you beat up like this.” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air. “You don’t understand, I did it for-”

“Your novel; I know, but that doesn’t justify it Jug!” You said, interrupting him. He looked up at you from his spot on his bed, blue eyes watching you intensely while you shouted at him. “What ever they said they said about your novel or you shouldn’t provoke you like this! Normally you wouldn’t even care so what-” He was on his feet now, a mere inches away from you. You became silent at the sudden closeness. “They weren’t bashing on me, Y/N.” His voice was in a deep whisper as he spoke, “They were saying ugly, horrible things about you and I wouldn’t have that. You out of all people, do not deserve that.” Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his waist and drew him into a hug. He had to lean down to hug you properly, but he couldn’t have cared less. You felt tears behind your eyes, but fought them back. You managed to choke out, “I’m sorry, Jug,” and you meant it this time.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he whispered, “it’s okay that you got mad at me. I was mad at me.” He pulled back slightly and gestured to his face, “Like, I’m really bad at fighting, I was pissed I couldn’t defend you.” You let out a laugh and the tears you had been holding back fell onto your cheeks. He brushed them away the moment he saw them and fought the urge to kiss them away. You leaned in again, for another hug, and placed your head on his chest. His hand stroked your back soothingly and you were amazed by what a great friend he was to you. His ‘I-don’t-care’ attitude could be overwritten, just for you. That thought alone made you dangerously hopeful he liked you back. It stayed quiet a few moments longer, until you spoke up again. “Promise you won’t fight anymore?” You looked up at Jughead, and from this angle it looked like he was tired. “I can’t promise that Y/N, not if they keep making fun of you.” You swallowed hard at his words and thought about what to say next. You didn’t have to say anything though; Jughead was finished waiting and pushing his true feelings back. “It’s because I love you, that I can’t promise.” He whispered. You pulled back only enough to see his face, and saw the weight of his words in his eyes. Your lips curved into a smile and heat nipped at your cheeks.

“I love you too, Jug.” A small, but true smile crept it’s way to his lips. His hand came up to your jaw, then your cheek, resting it there. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “When do you have to go home?” He whispered, walking backwards and pulling you along with him. “Not for a while.” You murmured and Jughead nodded at he pulled you down to lay on his bed next to him. You smiled at him before carefully taking his hat off his head and running your fingers through his dark, thick hair. He closed his eyes and laid more comfortably beside you. He put one of his arms around your waist, pulling your side closer to his chest. You smiled at his actions and continued to play with his hair. “I’m crazy about you.” He murmured, kissing your cheek lazily. You let out a small laugh and watched as he fell asleep.  


Jughead x reader

In which Jughead is an asshole because he doesn’t know how to deal with feelings.


For as long as Jughead and I have known each other, he has disliked me. When we first met, I had nothing against him. In fact, I tried to be friendly, but was brushed off with his cold expression and rolling eyes. 

“And, this is Jughead!” Betty declared, finishing the introduction of her friends to me, as she showed me around the school. At this point my nerves had been settled by how friendly everyone else had been, and so I smiled widely as I surveyed the boy in front of me. He was sitting back on one of the sofas in the student common room. He looked up and it seemed for a moment as though he was going to return my smile and greet me, but I watched an inner turmoil in his eyes before his small smile dropped and his face became an impassive mask.

“Hey! I’m Y/N.” I said, standing in front of him excitedly. He simply looked me up and down critically and raised his eyebrows. 

“Okay.” And with that he went back to his sandwich. I was a little taken aback, but shook it off and sat next to him. 

“So, any advice for my first day?” I asked him, crossing my legs. He had taken a laptop out of his bag, and was typing quickly.

“No.” He muttered, not looking at me. I frowned.

“Well, there’s no need to be rude.” 

“There’s also no need to be so irritating, but you’re doing that anyway.” He said, and my mouth fell open. 

“Jughead!” Betty exclaimed. What the hell was his problem?

“I’m sorry, have I done something to offend you?” I asked, turning to him. He rolled his eyes.

“Well first of all, you have just strolled in here like we invited you, which we didn’t, and you’re already infuriating me, so I don’t suggest you stick around.” 

“Dude!” Archie shouted, frowning incredulously at Jughead. “What the hell?”
Betty too, was looking at him as if she didn’t recognise him.
Jughead just shrugged nonchalantly, looking down. I was outraged. I barely know this guy, and already he’s making judgements about me?

“What is wrong with you?” I asked him, fuming. He sighed exasperatedly, shutting his laptop and standing up.

“I’m out.” He muttered, picking up his bag and walking out of the room. I was left staring in shock at the place he had just been. Betty hurriedly came and sat next to me, looking concerned.

“Y/N I am so sorry about him, he’s never normally like that, I don’t…” She looked at Archie for an explanation of their friend’s behaviour, but he looked just as clueless.

“Well, whatever the reason, what he said wasn’t true.” Betty told me kindly. Archie shook his head quickly.

“Not at all. You should keep hanging out with us.” He said seriously. I hesitated.

“But, what about…” I gestured to the door Jughead had left through.

“Don’t worry about him. He can’t choose who we are friends with, and anyway, he’ll probably come around.”

He didn’t. 

We spent the next year taking part in dialogical fights and comeback battles. He’d make a snide remark at me, and I’d snap back in agitation. We’d both roll our eyes, he would insult me outright, and I’d pretend it didn’t affect me as I threw a sarcastic remark in his direction. 

There were times when, in the heat of the moment, he seemed to forget his hatred of me and we would laugh together. And other times I’d catch him looking at me, his face open and friendly: the Jughead I wish I knew. But then our eyes would meet and as quickly as he had opened he would close up and his face would become deadpan again. Our friends had long given up trying to make peace between us: neither of us were going to back down.

Nothing in our relationship changed for a long time. And when it did, it wasn’t in the way either of us expected.

“Morning Betty, Ronnie, Archie, Kevin.” I said, setting my things down at the table and enjoying the roll of Jughead’s eyes as I purposefully ignored him.

“Hey.” Said Ronnie. “I like your outfit.” My smile of thanks dropped when I heard a scoff from the other end of the table.

“Have something to say, Jones?” I asked him icily. The rest of the table groaned as they knew we would once again begin fighting.

“Oh, nothing, just that it’s funny watching people compliment you out of pity.”
“Sorry, Jughead, are you in my head?” Veronica sassed. “Because last time I checked you weren’t.” He shrugged casually.

“Sorry Ronnie, I just can’t take anyone seriously when they say nice things Y/N.” I rose from my seat, infuriated and ready to fight him. Kevin quickly stood up with his food.

“I’m leaving. This is about to get nasty.”

“Me too.” Said Betty, joining him. 

“Yeah, sorry guys.” Archie and Veronica agreed, standing up and leaving the table. We were left alone.

“Would you look at that.” Jughead observed with faux amazement. “You drove away all our friends. What a surprise!” 

“Actually, I think that was you.” I muttered angrily, looking down at him. He smirked up at me.

“Now, why would it be me, when you’re the one who forced them to be your friends in the first place.” He asked, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“What did you just say?” He stood up, his sarcastic façade dropping as he glared at me.

“I can’t believe you still don’t get this. When you came to this school, Betty showed you around, and you wormed your way into our friendship group, and now I can’t get rid of you. You aren’t wanted here! The rest of them only hang out with you because they’re too nice to tell you they don’t want to be friends with you. But I’m not, so on behalf of them Y/N, you should just stay away from us.” 

There was a long silence as I took in his words. I had always been insecure about whether I was wanted in this friendship group, and Jughead had just voiced my silent fears. We normally threw petty insults at each other and left it at that, but this was different. His words were ringing in my head as we stood across from each other and held eye contact. If I didn’t know better, I would say he looked guilty for what he had just said. His mouth was open in a way that looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. I shook myself out of my thoughts, looking down. He waited for me to make a snappy, witty comeback, but I didn’t have one. Not this time. 

“Bye, Jughead.” I said quietly, picking up my bag and watching his face drop as I walked away.

I spent the next week alone. I knew I couldn’t really trust what Jughead said; he made stuff up all the time just to mess with me, but there was a lingering doubt in my mind that what he said was true, and I couldn’t get rid of it. So, I stayed away from Betty and Veronica and Archie and anyone I had previously called my friends. I knew they were confused. I didn’t miss Betty’s hurt face when I would deliberately turn away from her in the corridor, and I couldn’t ignore Veronica when she slammed my locker shut and asked me fiercely what was wrong. I remember mumbling some excuse about having too much work and hurrying away. 

They don’t want you around, I had to keep reminding myself when I turned away from Archie’s smile in my direction, or brushed off Betty’s desperate hand on my arm. She caught up with me after class and blocked the doorway.

“Y/N, what is going on? Is it something to do with Jughead?” She asked me anxiously. 

“I’m sorry Bets, I can’t.” I told her quietly, and walked past her, pushing down tears. It had been a week since I had had a proper conversation with any of them, and it was starting to get to me. I pushed my way into an empty classroom to eat my lunch. I was halfway through my food when the door was pushed open and I almost choked to death as Jughead barged his way in and strode towards me. I coughed, putting down my food and standing up.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked aggressively.

“Looking for you.” He said out of breath, looking quite flustered. “Look, will you just come and eat with us? Everyone’s miserable without you.” I scoffed.

“Well, whose fault is that?” I glared at him. He sighed, frowning. There was a silence as I waited for him to say something.

“Look, this is hard for me, but…” He struggled, looking anywhere but me. “I’m sorry, okay?” He looked up at me nervously. What kind of half-assed apology was that? I laughed dryly, and his frown returned.

“What? I just apologised to you, and you’re laughing?” He asked angrily, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Oh, that was an apology? Yeah, good one Jughead, why don’t you try again and I’ll see if I can hear it over your ego this time.” He threw his hands in the air.

“You are unbelievable.”

I’m unbelievable?” I asked incredulously.

“I don’t even know what you’re upset about.”

“You don’t know?”

“You’re overreacting.”


“Stop being so dramatic!”

“Stop being such an ass!”

“You first!”

“What is wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me!” He screamed. We both stopped. We were standing about an inch away from each other, both breathing heavily. His eyes were wild and angry as they stared down at me.
The silence and the tension were unbearable, and just as I was about to say something else I was cut off because suddenly his lips were on mine. His hands were on my cheeks and mine were in his hair and we were desperate and angry as he pushed me back against the desk and I pushed the beanie from his head. The kiss was fierce and eager and when we separated I was breathless. He leaned his head forward so his forehead was touching mine and I closed my eyes as his hands moved to my waist. We rested for a moment, and my head was reeling as I caught my breath.

“It’s not true.” He started quietly, and I opened my eyes to see his staring into mine. “None of what I said is true.” I nodded, believing him.


“We want you with us. I want you with me.” I pulled my head away from him to better see his face.

“Then why…” I trailed off but he knew what I meant. He shook his head quickly, his eyes clenched shut in self-disgust.

“I don’t know… I don’t know, Y/N. There was something about you. I guess… I knew I liked you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how to… God, I’m such an idiot.” He looked down, removing his hands from me and drawing them away, but I caught them in my own and pulled his lips back onto mine. This time the kiss was sweet, gentle and unsure. His lips were soft and tentative, as if he was afraid he would hurt me. It was a massive contrast from the passionate, angry Jughead who had kissed like he needed me to live.

“I don’t care. It’s okay.” I told him as I pulled away and he put his hands on my cheeks again. He spoke in a whisper,

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You’re going to make up an entire year of insults? Yeah, good luck.” I taunted, and he grinned.

“Well to be fair, you insulted me back pretty harshly. In fact, some of what you said really hurt my feelings.” I laughed.

“Did it? Well then I guess we both have some making up to do.” 

As I pulled him in again, I didn’t know what would happen in the future. I knew we couldn’t just suddenly go from hating each other to whatever this was; I couldn’t ignore what had happened. I didn’t even know what I felt for Jughead. All I knew was how good his lips felt against mine, and that I felt something, and that I wasn’t going to let it go.

I’m sorry this is so long (and bad) 

- are you going to eat this?

a/n : so i took a stab at a jughead one shot, which was surprisingly challenging because his character is so interesting and hard to get right. but hey, have some drabble that i’ve managed to spew into some writing.

word count : 974 

{jughead x reader}

Originally posted by noahsweetwne

Disappointment. That’s all you seemed to ever feel. That nauseous drop in your stomach, an inconsolable hole. But you were used to it, you’d been let down your whole life. Your dad leaving when you were just eight years old; your mother becoming a work-consumed robot, incapable of showing human emotion to her daughter; and your brother just being a down right dick. A trait he had once again managed to show tonight.

You sat in the retro red booth of Pop’s, a chocolate shake sat in front of you. You swirled the straw around the tall glass before taking another sip. You were waiting for your brother to show. You wanted nothing more than to see him but apparently he didn’t feel the same way. As much as you didn’t want to admit it you knew he wasn’t coming. You’d been sat with false hope for about an hour now, simply watching the people that entered and exited the diner. You saw your friend Archie Andrews enter the shop earlier to pick up and order. You two weren’t best friends but you were his lab partner. He gave you a smile which you returned with a fake one, although he didn’t pick up on your facade.

“On the house” you heard a voice from beside you as a basket on onion rings was placed on your table. You cast your eyes up to familiar face of Pop. He gave you a pitiful smile as he wiped his hands on his apron. You gave him a grateful smile. “Didn’t show again?” He questioned despite already knowing the answer. This wasn’t the first time your brother had stood you up, and you’d managed to admit yourself that it most likely wasn’t the last. You let out a sigh.

“More onion rings for me right?” you joked, your sardonic humour presenting itself earning yourself a look of pity off Pop. You picked one up and shoved it in your mouth, silently praying the conversation would end. You appreciated Pop’s charity but you hated people feeling sorry for you.

“Just let me know if you need anything” He offered, motioning to your almost empty chocolate shake. You followed his gaze and picked up the glass and passing it to him with a sheepish smile. He took the glass from your grip and smiled, walking off to top it up. You relaxed back into the booth again, your eyes landing on the basket of food in front of you. However, the pang of frustration managed to put you off as you edged them further away from you across the table. You ran your hand through you dark hair, another sigh of melancholy escaping your lips. Just another night at Pop’s alone after being stood up by Dean the dick you thought. Pop returned with your shake and placed it on the table, leaving you with your thoughts. Before your mind could crawl any further into the dark hole of depression and angst someone slid into the other side of the booth.

“Are you going to eat this?” he inquired, your basket of onion rings now sat in front of him. You shook your head silently, as he popped one in his mouth. Who was this boy? His eyes were slightly sunken, a dark shade visible underneath them. He had dark unruly curls that poked out from the front of his dark beanie. His small pink lips moving slightly as he consumed your food. You stared at him as he ate, taking in his features.

“Do you always stare at people when the eat their food?” He questioned catching your gaze; your cheeks reddened slightly. His tone was serious, put the playfulness in his eyes was evident enough for you to make a comeback.

“Well technically it’s my food” You retorted with a smirk. He stopped chewing for a second and stared at you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Touché” He countered, picking up another onion ring. You sat in silence as he finished the basket and sighed with content. You snickered quietly as he cleaned his fingers on a napkin. “So” he started, pushing the basket aside and leaning forwards. You did the same, placing your hands on the table. “Why have you been sat alone until now looking like humpty dumpty just fell off the wall… for the twenty fifth time?” He asked. You let out a laugh, your lips twisting into a playful smirk.

“How did you know i love Humpty Dumpty so much?” You sassed. He rolled his eyes playfully and shrugged his shoulders. You sighed before responding. “My douchebag of a brother stood me up, again.” A look of pity flashed across his eyes, sparking your short-temper. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “Anyway, i don’t know why i’m telling you this when i don’t even know your name,” you quipped, taking a sip of your shake.

“Jughead Jones, the third” he responded causing you to choke on your beverage. He inspected you factiously, as if waiting for you to respond with a witty comment. But you didn’t. You composed yourself and stuck your hand out. “Well, Jughead Jones the third, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance” You said gallantly. He gladly accepted and took your hand in his.

“So, mysterious Humpty Dumpty lover” he started making himself comfortable on his side of the booth, wait laced in his tone. “Tell me more about yourself, how do you feel about Jack and Jill?” You let out a giggle, earning a grin from the boy opposite you. You may have only just met Jughead, but you were already thanking fate for throwing you both together as you sat in Riverdale’s famous chock’lit shoppe until the early hours of the morning, escaping your merciless realities together.


Jughead x reader

In which Jughead and the reader have opposite windows and hidden feelings.


I woke up to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I groaned, opening my eyes blearily, and carelessly threw my hand around trying to find the source of the noise. Once my fingers had grasped it I brought it up to my face, squinting at the bright screen in my dark room. I almost cried when I saw that the time was 3.46am, but was awakened by the five messages from my best friend, Jughead, displayed on the screen. I opened the unread texts, struggling to read them in my lethargic state. 

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: You awake?

I rapidly grew furious at his audacity to interrupt my rest. I texted him back a furious, all caps message about how I was now awake, thanks to him, and waited for a reply to make sure it wasn’t an emergency before I went back to sleep.

J: Come to the window

I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up and leave the warmth of my bed. Jughead and I’s windows were directly opposite each other, which often came in handy, but also gave him the opportunity to irritate me at all hours. I drew back my curtains slowly to find him already leaning out of his window, waiting for me. I glared at him as I lifted my own window up to speak to him. I was fairly sure I could have been mistaken for roadkill at that moment, with bed hair, half-closed eyes and particularly unflattering pyjamas, but I couldn’t have cared less. Jughead had known me for too long to be phased by it.

“This had better be a world-altering, life or death emergency, Jones.” I muttered, leaning out and glowering at him. To my dismay he grinned at me. Not an emergency then.

“Well that depends. Would you consider my forthcoming death from boredom an emergency?” He asked cheekily, leaning his chin on his arms. I moaned, realising quickly that I had just left the sweet, sweet world of sleep because he was bored. I began to retreat back into my room, but I was cut off.

“No, Y/N, wait, wait.” He whined. I stopped where I was, halfway back inside, and looked at him sceptically. 

“If you give me one rational, justified reason for me to stay out here and talk to you, I might consider it.” I told him, raising my eyebrows. He faltered.

“Because… you love me?”

“Bye.” I said, retreating to my bed, but leaving my window open.

“Rude, actually!” I heard him whisper yell as I curled back into my covers. There was quiet for a moment, and I had just begun to slip back into unconsciousness when he spoke again. 

“I’m climbing over.”

I opened my eyes in panic and stumbled over to the window to lock it, but he was already there, opening it and climbing in. Because our houses were marginally smaller than the rest of our friend’s, they were just about close enough to each other for the precarious climb to be made between the windows. Jughead had discovered this in about the fifth grade, and I honestly wished he hadn’t. Too many times had I walked into my room to find him already there, lounging on my bed, and scaring me half to death. It wasn’t good for my cardiovascular health, honestly. 

I was helpless as he pushed his way into my room, standing up and grinning at me as he brushed off his pyjama pants. Lucky for him, my parents weren’t home, so there was no risk of waking them up. I said nothing, only scowled at him as I retreated to my bed and he followed, sitting on the end of it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, accepting that I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep with him here. He was too distracting.

“You won. Happy?” I asked him bitterly. He pouted.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, smirking. “I know you love me.”

“I do not.” I lied, crossing my arms and looking away from him.

“Be honest, you’re glad I’m here.” He teased. I scoffed. 

“Glad you’re here keeping me awake, when I could be in the sweet oblivion that is unconsciousness? Yeah, right.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that overcame my face. I was in too deep. 

I wonder if he knew I was in love with him then. 

I leant back into my pillows, and he moved so he was lying next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling. If he wasn’t going to let me sleep, he could at least entertain me. I turned my head to look at him.

“Tell me a story, Jones.”

He starting telling me about his writing ideas and talking about anything that came to his mind. I contributed to the conversation a bit, but mainly I just watched him. I had been in love with him for about a year, but liked him for longer. I know, I’m a living cliché. I had been through the struggle of loving your best friend in my head a thousand times, and had overthought everything. I couldn’t tell him, because I knew I would probably lose him if he didn’t feel the same, and that didn’t bear thinking about. But I also didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pretence. The pretence that I didn’t want to jump his bones every time I saw him, that is. I pushed this internal conflict from my mind, and tried to focus on Jughead. He talked so passionately, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I was no longer tired, simply mesmerised by the boy in front of me as the night stretched on around us. 

“What’s that look for?” He asked curiously, cutting himself off as he finally noticed my staring. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from him.

“Nothing.” I said, trying to play it off. He smiled bemusedly.

“What were you looking at?” I paused, bringing my eyes back to his and smiling softly at him.

“You.” I whispered. He smiled, looking confused, but didn’t say anything. My breath caught in my throat as I realised how close we were to each other, now it was silent. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I could hear nothing but our breaths and my own heartbeat. Every concern I had previously had about loving him dissipated as he leaned forward. He hesitantly and softly moved his mouth to touch mine. I was in a sort of trance, my head spinning and my heart threatening to beat out of my ribcage. My lips moved very slightly against his, with my eyes closed. Our noses brushed against each other as we hovered with our lips slightly touching. It was barely a kiss, but it left me breathless. He left me breathless. 

He pulled away slightly, his breath faltering. 

“Was that… okay?” He whispered concernedly. His eyes met mine and I smiled.

“Definitely.” He smiled and pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed me again and again. I couldn’t come to terms with the feeling of his lips on mine. He moved his head back to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face as he studied me. He put his hand on the side of my head, as if to check I was real.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He breathed in amazement, shaking his head. I felt like crying. 

“Neither can I.” I whispered, and he pulled me into him again. His lips were on mine and his arms were around me.


Just a bit of a fluff


Jughead X Reader

Wordcount: 1,888 

Request:  Bit of a different request, but could you do something where Jughead is helping the reader recover from past substance abuse and addiction?

Warnings: Mentions on substance abuse, swearing, angst 

A/N: This issue is very personal to home with me, that’s why I’m writing it. Last year I lost a friend due to substance abuse, and many of my friends take drugs recreationally and have become addicted, so I’ve dealt with addiction first-handedly. I’ve seen the way this has affected them and it’s not a pretty sight. There is plenty of support out there if anyone ever needs to speak to someone about substance abuse. My inbox is always open if anyone wants a chat…Even if it isn’t about substance abuse. 

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Why Now? - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

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Hi everyone! This is my very first imagine that I’m writing here, on Tumblr. It’s based on the TV series „Riverdale” more specifically on Jughead Jones because I really like him in the show. I’ve read lots of imagines here and I thought I could write one too so here I am! Also, this is a „Jughead x Reader” imagine so I’ll be using „Y/N” for the reader. If you don’t want to imagine, like, yourself in the reader’s skin (hope you get what I’m trying to say :)) ) , then you’re free to imagine whatever you want as long as it includes Jughead. I don’t have any warnings to make because I want this imagine to be cute and kinda sad for a start (sorry for that). I don’t own any of the TV series’s rights and the persons I’m mentioning here aren’t like that in the real life. This is just a story made up by me, meaning that the descriptions of the characters that I’m writing about are based on how the Riverdale’s cast is portraying them. It’s a work of fiction. Sorry for this long introducing note, enjoy your reading. xx  

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

PLOT: You and your parents have lived in Riverdale since you were born, but because what had started to happen recently in this town, they decide that you need to move somewhere else, for your safety. You start to tell your friends the sad news, Jughead being the last one. He is about to tell you something that will hurt you; that will make you feel awful for going away.

Riverdale was once a friendly town, in fact, the town where you grew up. So it’ll be surprising if we’ll tell something bad about it. It used to be a great place, a place where you met all your friends, a place that could be called home. You were so used to it and just couldn’t imagine anything unusual happening ‘round here. That, of course, until everyone found out about Jason Blossom’s murder, which kinda ruined all of your theories. You knew the Blossom family, but not so well. Jason’s sister, Cheryl was almost-your-friend that’s because after her brother’s death, she started to act somehow very strange. She was colder than usual and more sensitive. Sometimes she would be mean to everyone and sometimes she would come back to her nice side. You weren’t so mad at her because you could understand. A loss like hers wasn’t easy to handle, especially because the bond that formed between her and Jason. You also knew Jason, not so well still. You’ve seen him a couple of times at school but you too never got to talk properly. When you found out about his death, you were beyond shocked and felt very sorry. To know that it was a murder, actually made you feel scared and worried about you, your friends and your family. However, your parents already had an hour for you to be home every night and told you numerous of times to be careful. You understood that they wanted to know you safe and healthy, although you were older enough to take care of yourself in your own way. 

But afterwards, you started to be interested in who is Jason’s killer and all those stuff that had to do with the mysterious murder. So were Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead. All of you knew that the police is dealing with it, you just couldn’t help it. You tried to find out what you thought the others were not able to observe, practically, you were digging for answers in every possible place. Things were still very complicated. When your parents found out what you guys were doing, they freaked out. You fought with them and had a very difficult time because you simply had to stay away from what really stir up your interest. What really killed you inside was thinking that maybe you got your friends into trouble too, although that word is too harsh to be mentioned right now. Just like that, things were too normal for all of you. It was school-home-homework over and over again. Yet, you were still able to spend time togehter at Pop’s some nights. You knew that this was your squad, your bunch of creepy human beings and you couldn’t lose touch with them, even if you wanted. Things like this happens in small towns, nothing could stop you. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

It happened on a boring weekend, at a first glance. You were about to hang out with Veronica and Betty when your mother and father entered your room with some weird expressions. Somehow, you knew something was wrong. You stopped from what you were doing and looked curious. Asking what happened has led to the most terrible news: your parents just told you you were going to move to Houston. You froze for a moment, thinking they’re probably joking or something but they seemed very serious. You panicked when they didn’t start to laugh at you, you thought you were breathless. They really meant it, they weren’t joking. “How?” and “why?” were the only questions that could get through your head. When you asked them, with a trembling voice like you were going to start crying, they told you that they do not think Riverdale is still a town where you can grow up as you should, that everything has gone crazy and that they don’t know what kind of impact this had upon you. They said they don’t want you to end up injured because of what is happening in the surroundings, of course thinking at the Blossom’s tragedy. You couldn’t accept that, you were suddenly afraid of everything and nothing, Everything that went through your mind was how you could tell that to your friends. Your friends. You were shaking, not even knowing how no tear wasn’t still falling on your cheeks. You felt like you could not just go, so far away from them, from everything. Something more made you feel even worse, but you’d be confronting with it too, right? Your parents told you some last words before leaving your room without even trying to consider your prayers or the deplorable condition they put you into: three weeks. You only had three weeks left to get used to it and try to put your thoughts in order, including the fact that you also had to tell Veronica, Betty, Archie and Jughead. You knew your mom and dad wouldn’t change their minds, not even thinking about your childhood and all of your memories here. They were only thinking about getting out. Getting out of the place you called your home, which was just a little bit broken

That day you cancelled with Betty and Veronica and in the next few days you weren’t yourself at school or in any place you’d go. It was like you were trying to remember everything, not to forget anything. At Pop’s you would just sit in your usual place near the window without ordering anything and just staring at your lap. When your friends would be there with you, they would wonder what is going on ‘cause you’re never that silent. You will answer them in a small voice that everything’s fine and that you’re just thinking about something. Betty, Veronica and Jughead would insist and you would look at them in a guilty way. You were so sad that you will have eventually to tell them, you were grateful that they could not read your mind. The first ones to find out you were gonna move were Archie and Veronica. At first they got mad at you for nor telling them this whole time, the dark-haired girl was speechless and seemed like she was gonna explode - anger, shock and sadness. It was okay, you were sad too, incredibly sad. Archie couldn’t believe what he heard, asking “What?” so many times that it almost started to get on your nerves. You thought you were about to fight, but it didn’t happen, fortunately. You couldn’t bear that too. Betty, on the other hand began to cry. She couldn’t believe it neither but she knew that you couldn’t lie about something so serious. It really broke your heart to see them like this, to let them know that there were probably not so many chances to see you again soon. It was so cruel that you didn’t even had a choice, you wanted to stay, you wanted that so hard, every piece of you rejected the idea of moving so far away from here. You still had things to create, you still had someone here. Someone who cared about you and some people you’ve been through so many things.

Then came Jughead’s turn, you had to tell him. And now, things start to get different. You two were … Something. The relationship between you was way more different that what kinda links you had with the others. He was the retired type all the time, the guy who did not like the excessive attention and who was often rejected because he was weird, as he says. Of course, you’ve never thought that about him, neither did Archie, Veronica or Betty. He first became friends with Archie before joining your group. After that, he slowly learned to open himself in front of you, and you started to think he was a wonderful boy. Then, you found out he was also an amazing writer because he was writing his own novel about Jason Blossom’s murder which was awesome ‘cause he would always help you guys in your “investigation” with his theories. You’ve always tried to make him feel good in his own skin, he was pretty unsure of himself even if he didn’t want to admit it. He wanted to be tough and cold because, latley, he had some problems at home and at school. He was very shut in when it came about his family, he never wanted to talk about that subject with anyone. That’s the reason why you were surprised when you were the first to find out about it. Jughead told you about how his father was a part of a dangerous gang in Riverdale - The Serpents and that he had a drinking problem. Even if he never wanted to let that get noticed, you felt him being scared. He didn’t want you to reject him too after all he had told you. You knew that his mother and sister were away because of his father, but you wouldn’t want to judge anyone. You understood him and you tried to understand his father too, although you felt very bad for what Jughead’s been through because of him. You began to understand his silence as well so as he was there for you too. When he couldn’t answer you, you tried to make him feel like he has someone he can confess to. You became very familiar with him, almost as if you felt unusual when he wasn’t around. At some point you became worried about your approach, it felt too much, somehow. But you couldn’t help the fact that he was always there. Simply that. Sometimes even more that Archie or Betty, or Veronica. It did not feel like you were best friends, it wasn’t nice or serious. You would help each other at your homework, he would drive you home some nights when the streets would be too dark for you to walk them alone. You would make honest jokes about him, he would laugh sarcastically not even bothering him. You remembered the first time you tried to touch his beanie and Jughead slapped your hand away, making faces at you. Later on he gave it to you himself, fixing it on your head and smiling in the corner of his mouth. His hair would be a little dark mess after that but he wouldn’t care. If there was any time you would be late at Pop’s, he would order you a chocolate milkshake and wait until you would be there and then when you’d finally arrive you two would talk, with him showing what he had wrote for his novel … There were just silly, innocent things which always made you come closer. When he was about to get homeless, you wanted to ask your parents if he could stay at yours but they didn’t agree with that. Thank God, his salvation was Archie and his dad, Fred who took him to stay with them as long as he needed.You remember how worried you were back then, that almost made you gulp. Jughead had become someone to you, it took you kinda long time to realize this, maybe because you never wanted to think about him that way. Your friends would tease you about it and you would try to hide your emotions everytime. You only knew that you had a great person by your side, a little weirdo, a person who endured so much suffering and who would be still smirking and joking with his friends at the end of the day. You didn’t want to admit it either, but you were careful with him. Exactly, he became too important to you. You just wouldn’t want to name this in any way.

Therefore, how? How could you tell him that you’ll be gone in less than three weeks? How would he feel?

How would you feel?

If you waited still, it would have been to late. And you knew very well that Jughead deserved to know, even if this will maybe hurt him. Surley you’re hurt too. So, on a Tuesday night you went at Archie’s house knowing that he will be at school to practice at his guitar for a singing contest he will have Saturday along with Josie and the Pussycats and his father working late. Archie told you to come and talk with Jughead earlier that day, at school. You saw the sadness behind his eyes and how much he needed his friend to be okay, or at least to know what will happen. He didn’t want you to let go anymore. You started to think he knew a little more … That he had come to think of you and Jughead just as you did. That made you feel your stomach clutching.

When you arrived there was no need to knock at the door, because Jughead knew you were going to come. You opened the door and went to the kitchen, shy, feeling your palms sweat. You found him sitting on a chair in front of the kitchen counter, most probably ‘cause he was busy with his book. He turned his head over to you when he felt the presence of someone in the room. 

“Y/N hi!” He stood up and came to you. You looked at his beanie and then at the smile on his big lips. He did not smile so often before, something you always knew he had to do more.

“Hey Jughead. What were you doing?” You asked him, avoiding to get closer by him. He looked like he was about to hug you, but you couldn’t let him do it. You passed by him.

“Well, I wasn’t writing, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He said, looking how you walked away. “You said you were coming over so I was on the internet. I was waiting for you.” You were so nervous that you bit your lip and looked down. You wanted to not have to do that, you really wanted to.

“Look, Jug, there is something you need to know.” You started, looking up to him. You could say he was beginning to figure something out. The way you nicknamed him wasn’t going to make it better in this situation.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked, trying to reach you but you gestured him to stay still.

“Sit down, please.” It would not have worked well if he had been so close to you. He sat back down in his chair and instead, you got closer.

“Y/N?” He asked again and this time his features got rough. You sighed.

“Jughead, I’m-I’m moving.” You hated the fact that you felt that weak right now. You didn’t wanted to give up on literally anything

“What do you mean?” You heard him, even his voice had changed. You immediately remembered this part of him. He was trying to figure out what you said before reacting in an exaggerated way.

“My parents want us to move to Houston. Riverdale is not safe anymore.” The regret was obvious in your voice.

Houston, what?!” There were some moments of silence before you heard him exclaim. 

“It’s true. I don’t want this neither but- …”  Again, you couldn’t look at him. You were not supposed to do any of this. You were not supposed to go anywhere.

“When?” His face was raging. Anger. The old Jughead was still there, the ‘damaged loner’ as the kids at school would consider him appeared when he didn’t want to. But you knew, you knew he didn’t mean it. It hurts him.

“In less than two weeks.”

“If … If you think that’s a good joke to tell - …”

“Believe me, I wished to be a joke too when I heard it from mom and dad. It’s not.” You said. Jughead stood up and seemed to whisper something for himself. You didn’t want to hear him. “I am so, so sorry.” Was all you could say. 

You felt him walking past you and you looked back in his direction. He breathed harder and you knew everything was wrong now. What could you do more? Your hands were tied to your back. Damn, you couldn’t even go to touch his shoulder. He would stare back at you, his eyes would not lie.

“I’m sorry.” you said it again. “Please say something.” After a few minutes he turned his face towards you. When you noticed his expression, you instantly wanted to go and embrace him. He was still saying nothing. If you will not talk in the next seconds …

“Y/N, I like you.” 

Your eyes grew wider. Your lips parted but you couldn’t say a word. What? Did he just …? 

He approached you. If you could, you would have gone further. Maybe showing your feelings wasn’t a thing you would do easly, but all this time you were so scared. You knew that now. He was right in front of you and your legs were beginning to feel weak. You felt like time stopped and was waiting for you two. His eyes were so empty and you felt so lost. That was it. That’s what you’ve been feeling. You cared about him, you smiled when he smiled, you helped him and he was there all this time when you didn’t even ask him too. There was no explanation. You liked him too. That’s what really killed you right now. 

“I like you.” He repeated. You let out a shaky breath. Your thoughts were a mess in this moment, it was like nothing was right. How are you going to leave this town now? His confession made you realize your whole state, you never knew. Now he will never knew

Why now?” You asked him, shaking your head. “Why are you telling me this now when there’s nothing left to do, Jughead?” You thought his lips were trembeling. Was it so bad that you wanted to kiss him? 

He ignored your question, swallowing hard.

“Do Archie, Veronica and Betty know about this?”

You nodded slowly.

“And you thought I should’ve been the last one who has to find out? Seriously, Y/N?”

“I was afraid to tell you, okay? I did not want this, and my parents don’t want to listen to me.” You tried to calm down because you didn’t want to mess him up. And you didn’t want to start crying too. “This town is a part of me and it will always be, no matter what happened here. No matter what they think. Please, don’t be mad at me because- …” You felt it was to much. The pain and sorrow were overwhelming.

“Because what? Tell me!” He almost begged you to continue your sentence. You’ve always seen Jughead sad and indifferent, all you have ever wanted was to never see him that sad, at least not as long as you were around.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fight with you. Not with you.” You almost whispered. Then you suddenly felt him in front of you. His cold hands touched yours as if he was as scared as you were. You dared to look at him. Your eyes immediately moistened you and tried to bite your lip to stop what was going to happen. You knew you were going to fail anyway.

“Don’t cry.” He said slowly. “It’s fine, I’m not mad at you, Y/N.” Right in that moment you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him for what felt like a lifetime.You would’ve been fine if he wouldn’t answer to your gesture, it was better not to feel the warmth of his body. You shouldn’t miss him. “What should I do now?” You heard his voice in your right ear. You knew that he would’ve referred to the others too, to all of your friends but instead, what he should do from now on? You didn’t answer him and you sobbed a little in the sweater he was wearing. You loved it when he was wearing sweaters. He was fluffy and smelled like Pop’s shop and Archie’s bedsheets. You just loved it. Unfortunately, that would not make you feel good anymore. Now you feel alone even thought you are in his arms.

That night, when you decided to finally leave Archie’s place, Jughead drove you home. Archie was about to enter the house when you guys left and you couldn’t look at him. Jughead neither. Both of you felt wasted. Jughead held your hand all the way to your house, trying to comfort you. You tried your best not to cry in front of him again and focused on his presence. God, how you wanted to stop, turn around and press your lips against his. You were wrong, you indeed needed warmth, you needed to feel more of your home. But he just held your hand. Just that. He told you if he’s likely to never see you again, it is the least he can do. And that truly broke you.

The worst part is that you never had the chance to say it back

                         *Two weeks later* 

By the end of those weeks, everyone knew that you were about to move. Even Cheryl, who didn’t know how to react in the first place. You spent all your time with Betty, Veronica and Archie, doing a horrible mistake in wanting to avoid Jughead. You knew he wasn’t going to abandon you, not after what he had told you that night. But you just couldn’t stand around when all you wanted to do was cry and hug him tightly. He felt you. Everytime he looked at you his eyes would lose it’s color and shine. For the last time you went at Pop’s, drank one last milkshake, listened to one last of Archie’s songs and been with your bunch of creepy human beings for one last moment. Even Pop was sad seeing you all like this.

Now you were in front of your house, well, just a house, not yours anymore. All the things were packed and your parents were waiting for you in the car. At some point you really thought they would change their minds seeing the way you acted in the past days. But yeah, they didn’t. They were sorry for you, your mother even tried to make you feel better. She tried to give you some reasons for what Riverdale isn’t what it was before and you still wouldn’t listen. Your friends will always be your friends.

“I’m so sorry guys. For everything. For the fact that I will not be able to be by your side anymore from now on.” You were tired of crying but right now, right now you would wish to be drained out of tears. “I love you all so much, no one will ever compare to you.”

“Oh God, please don’t be so cheesy. I can’t even think about it anymore, come here honey.” Veronica said. She was trying to be strong but it was visible how sensitive she was. You hugged her and whispered in her ear: 

“Thank you for always being there for me. Especially when Cheryl was crazy.” You heard her giggle.

“No.The red-head will miss you too, I’m sure of that.” She whispered back. When you looked at her, you seen her red cheeks and nose. It was cold outside and it didn’t matter how well dressed you were, you’ll still be feeling cold.

Archie was next. He smiled sadly.

“Thank you for making me feel good every time. And I’m proud of you, keep playing and doing what you like.” You said.

“I promise I’ll call you everyday and I’ll sing through the phone. You can’t get away from me, Y/N. And don’t worry, Jughead will never be alone as long as me and my dad are alive. I’ll do whatever it’s possible to make his father go on the right way. He’ll be happy.” He whispered the last part, not wanting Jughead to hear him. You smiled gratefully. How can you not love them?

Betty took your hands in hers. You looked at her with respect.

“Thank you, Betty. For helping me and for everything you did for us all. You’ll solve the problems between you and your parents and Polly will be okay. Just stay strong.” A tear fell down on Betty’s cheek as she nodded. You knew how brave this blonde girl was, you trusted her entirely.  

When she let go of your hands, you knew what was next.

Last but not least.


As soon as your eyes met, you felt your heart beating fast. He tried to smile too, but he wasn’t believable. You felt pain, he felt the pain too.

“Jughead Jones.” You muttered, blinking once. “ … The third.” You continued feeling your throat burning. He started to chuckle as soon as he heard you saying that. You smiled at him warmly, but, slowly and surely, your whole face changed. Your lips began to tremble, your lungs began to beg for some air and your cheeks started to get wet because of the tears. Jughead’s eyes began to get watery as well and before you knew it, you fell right into his chest. Now you are a huge mess

“I’ll miss you so …” You sighed, drowning in your own tears. “ … So much.” He slowly stroked your hair.

 How would you feel?

“I’m so grateful that you’re my friend, you are the best, ok Jug? Don’t let anyone, ever, tell you otherwise. I-I just … I- …” You sniffled and pulled away a little to look at those green eyes again. You hated the fact that they were fading because of you.

“I know, Y/N. Shh.” He stopped you from talking more ‘cause he felt the tension and how shattered you were right now. You stayed in his arms for a few good minutes, thinking if you will ever be able to get away in one piece. He was warmer than ever and you loved that with all your heart. It was all about him now. If he will never feel alone once you’re gone, you surely feel like that. You couldn’t let go, it was too hard. Jughead was special, so special that you knew you had no way to find another person like him in this world. He wasn’t a friend, he became someone. Someone who has found the way to your heart faster than you’ve ever imagined. You knew he needed someone to be there for him whenever he feels like he’s going to give up on everything and now you needed to be sure of that more than ever. You knew he was strong, you still feel like he owns you but in fact, he owns you nothing. Nothing at all. „Thank you Y/N, for always being here to help me.” He said, looking at you.” ’Cause you did help me a lot, you don’t even imagine. Maybe I don’t know much about what it means to be attached to a person but you and Archie and Betty, even Veronica always had my back and … I’m not mad at you, Y/N, okay? I know you need to go and I understand, just like you did. Now, please, calm down and be fine.”  This time he smiled at you, and you felt like someone had taken a stone from your heart. As he said, you tried to calm dow and then closed your eyes. Opening them again, you took some steps back, looking at your four friends. And how honestly grateful you were.

„I’ll miss you guys so freaking much. Keep in touch, ok?” They nodded solemnly. It was the time. The time to go.

„Check your phone in the car.” You hear Jughead muttering.

You then turned around fast, no longer wanting to prolong your suffering. You got into the car, noticing both of your parents watching you. Just as you were told, you took your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, seeing you had a message.  

Fom: Jug  

Don’t forget that sardonic humour is my way of relating to the world, which is also the worst. We weren’t. ;) 

And before you could look at them once more, you heard the car’s engine. Somehow, you felt Jughead smiling. Yeah, after all, he was still smiling

 Jesus, I spent the whole day writing this. I am very proud of this imagine and I really, really hope you will like it too! Thank you for reading all of it, it means a lot! Also, what do you guys say, do you want a part 2 of this? I’m willing to write it if you want, just let me know. Let’s hope this will not be my first and last imagine here, I plan to write much more of these, not based just on Riverdale. We’ll see. Thank you again for reading!