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: 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.
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!
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.
Its wild how every single Riverdale characters tag is actually just posts about Jughead no matter who you search for I literally just went to see what was in Jason blossoms tag just out of curiosity and it was all fucking Jughead posts that have no mention of any other characters
“Take. It. Off.” Jughead demanded, prepared to tackle me.
“And if I don’t?” I giggled, fixing my hair so it’ll look well with his beanie. I heard him growl under his breath before he came at me. He tackled me on my bed, pinning my arms down, the beanie falling down to my floor. “Now that’s not far!” I said, struggling against his restraints.
“It’s not fair that you took my beanie.” He said, blue eyes staring into my E/C eyes. I leaned up and kissed him, diverting his attention, and flipped us over so I was on top. “Talk about ‘not fair’.”
“You started it,” I said, giggling. “And I’m gonna finish it.” I attack his sides with my hands, tickling him.
“That’s it!” He grabbed my wrist flipping us over yet again, by now both of us are on the edge of the bed, close to falling off. “I banish you from this bed.”
“You can’t kick me out! This is my bed!”
“Watch me,” he started tickling me, from my laughing and fighting him off, I slide off the bed and let out a little yelp.
“Jughead!” I yelled, he gripped onto my arms, and lowered me down to the floor slowly.
The panicked look on his face changed as he cracked a smile. “I kicked you off, didn’t I?”
“You butt!” I said, grabbing his beanie and throwing it at his chest, he brust out laughing, falling back into the bed.
Once his laughter died down, I speak up. “You know, the floor is a lot more comfortable, especially without you attacking me.”
“Then maybe I should come down there?”
“No! Stay up there, I’m enjoying my banishment.”
He chuckled, “I love you Y/N,” he peaked over my bed, looking down at me.
Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu
A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!
You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.
Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.
You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.
Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.
It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.
I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him.
Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.
Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.
The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks.
As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.
Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.
I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.
I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.
I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.
Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.
The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.
I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.
And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.
Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.
The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.
I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him.
Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass. Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.
[Y/N] had, had enough. She couldn’t stand the one-sided
tension between herself and Jughead. She respected Jug enough to give him space
and time for this novel of his. She was thrilled about his idea and fully stood
by what he was trying to achieve. [Y/N] would always support Jughead in
everything he did because she absolutely loved him for who he was. She would
never dare try to change a single thing because that was what made Jughead,
But, this summer and the beginning of the school year was
driving her insane. She felt second best and despite knowing that Jug needed to
invest as much time as he needed into this novel, she just couldn’t’ stand
having one-sided conversations. [Y/N] needed to know if anything more was going
to come out of their odd relationship.
Nothing was ever talked about what they were, it just sort
of happened. It was known that [Y/N] was off limits to any boy in Riverdale and
not that Jughead had a line of girls waiting for him but it was clear who had
his attention. Even Archie and Betty never talked about it, it was just there.
A relationship built without words. But, [Y/N] needed answers. She could deal
with the little notions of affection Jug would throw in her direction. In fact,
she loved it. She loved that Jughead would reach across the table and gently grab
her hand and hold it while he reread paragraph after paragraph; running his
thumb over the top of her hand while she worked on her homework or read a book. She especially loved it when he’d just look at her and cup her face and press his warm lips against hers. Or when he’d gently bump into her on their way to her house and swiftly fit her
hand inside his. And even the moments when he’d finally put his laptop away and
they’d binge watch horror movies and pull her into his chest.
No words. Just actions. And [Y/N] could live with that. But
being blatantly ignored and feeling as if she was talking to a brick wall, just
wasn’t cutting it. She couldn’t sleep at night thinking that everything she had
tried to talk to Jughead about, he didn’t even hear. It was frustrating because
she was a human being that wanted to talk out her feelings. Express her
everlasting love she had for him and wanting to know if he felt the same.
The tone in her voice snapped Jug from his thoughts, tearing
his eyes from his screen. His brows furled as he looked at her standing in the
doorway of the Blue and Gold news room. “[Y/N]?”
Stepping inside, she flickered a look towards Betty who gave
her a concerned look. [Y/N] was never stern, and it was odd that she sounded
so. “Could you give us a minute, Betty?”
Betty nodded, ruffling around and gathering papers to sort
through in another room. “Of course, [Y/N]. Um, I’ll be back later.” Zipping by
her friend, she exited the room.
“We need to talk.” [Y/N] said with the same tone as before,
she was fidgeting with her fingers, trying to figure out her next words. It was
now or never.
Jughead chose to ignore her strange behavior, “I really can’t,
I’m finishing up the last few pages of this chapter.” Turning his focus back
onto his laptop, his fingers started typing away. “You understand.” He spoke
quickly before diving back into it.
An irritated sigh came from her lips as she turned around
and shut the door. Slamming it loud enough to catch Jughead’s attention again.
Turning to face him, she crossed her arms across her chest. “That’s the thing,
Jug. Your novel is exactly what I want to talk about.”
Sensing that [Y/N] was as serious as her tone, he turned in
his chair to face her. Nodding, he motioned towards the air. “Okay, shoot.”
“Am I second best to it?” She asked, her voice faltering a
little. Her eyes were drilling into his, glossed over from feeling the emotion
building inside her.
“What? No.” His eyes squinted, slightly shocked she asked. “What
does that even mean, [Y/N]?”
“Second best, Jughead. Am I a less adequate, less desirable
“Why would even ask me that, [Y/N]?”
Tears were brimming her eyes, taking a deep breath, she
walked over towards him. Pulling a chair right in front of him. She sat down,
her heart sinking further into her chest. Afraid to venture into this
conversation. “Jughead, I love this novel of yours. I think it’s great, and if
anyone is going to write about this town, it’s you. No one else could ever pull
it off like you will.” Pressing her lips together, she looked up at the cracked
ceiling. “But, it seems like that’s all you ever do. We used to talk to Jug.
Talk all night about everything and anything. And when we would, I forgot where
I was for the moment. All that mattered was that you and I were together. And that
one day we would leave this town together and embark on this adventure away
from Riverdale. But, I feel like you don’t feel the same.”
Jughead took in her words, analyzing them in his head.
Taking in her hurt tone and trying to understand them. Was he invested in his
novel, of course. Did he want to make [Y/N] feel like she was second best? Absolutely
not. As much as he was a fluid with his words on paper, speaking them out loud
was a different story. Jughead wasn’t normally one to shy away from voicing his
opinion or putting his two sense in something he shouldn’t. But when it came to
[Y/N], she took the literal words straight from his mouth and put them in a
blender. He could never express what he felt other than by just showing her
what she meant to him.
“Can you say something, Jug?”
Biting his lip, he looked down at his hands. “I don’t know
what you want me to say, [Nickname].”
Sucking in hair, she ran both hands through her hair. “I
want you tell me what you feel, Jug. I want to know what you truly think of me.
If I’m just crazy and think what we have is more than what it really is. You
write so beautifully, Jughead. I’ve read your stuff and for someone who’s so
elegantly articulate, you never use them with me. I want you to use your words,
Jug.” Her voice was breaking and it pained Jughead to see her so upset. How did
he not see this coming? How could he have been so blind?
“[Y/N],” He started, his mouth pursed as he tried to pick
the perfect words from the garden in his brain. “We function without words.
That’s how it’s always been. I couldn’t tell you when we started us, because in
a way we were always us. Just somewhere along the line, you and I delved into
different world and never left. It worked. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I
care about you, [Y/N]. It’s written clear as day on my face when I kiss your
Closing her eyes, she bowed her head. “That’s the point. We
never talked about us and maybe we should have because I’m so confused, Jug.”
His brows knitted together, the wrinkle along his forehead
becoming more defined. “What are you confused about, [Y/N]?”
Looking at him in his eyes, she calmly asked. “Is your novel
more important then what we have?”
Jughead hesitated, the words getting caught in his throat. Closing
his mouth, he shook his head. “No.”
“Oh, Juggie.” She breathed, a tear falling from her eye. “If
you had to think, then I know my answer.”
“What do you want me to do, [Y/N]! This is who I am, you
knew this before you dived head first into my dark waters. I am not the only
one to blame for this.”
Standing up, [Y/N] whimpered out. “I want you to fight for
me, Jug. I want you to tell me I’m being crazy and that this-whatever I’m
feeling will pass. That you’ll make it up to me or that you love me or something.”
Jughead stood up too, his eyes searching hers. “I don’t know
what to say, [Nickname]. What I feel for you can’t be described because I
really don’t know what I feel. You’ve always just been there, [Y/N]. I care for
you, I do. I just don’t know what more I can give you then what I’m already
She stepped forward, “What do you feel when you kiss me,
Jug? What do you feel when you hold my hand? What do you feel when I’m lying on your chest in the middle of the night? What
do you feel when you haven’t seen me all day? Do you even feel anything for me
at all? Am I just some girl you can practice on for the real thing?” Tears were
falling now, she couldn’t hold them back anymore. “We’ve been best friends
since were six, Jughead. I’ve grown up with you, watched you turn into the
person you are and fell in love with it all. You’re flaws, you’re oddly humorous
morbid personality, everything.”
Shaking his head, and turning slightly away from her. His
hand reached up to his forehead, “[Y/N],” he warned.
Taking in a deep breath to settle her tears, she scrunched
up her nose and wiped underneath her nose. “I can’t do this anymore, Jug.”
Biting her lip, she held back a whimper at his darkened facial expression. The
cold look he gave her was enough to shatter her fragile heart.
“So, that’s it, then?” Jug asked coldly.
Avoiding his harsh stare, she softly spoke out. “I asked a
simple question and you couldn’t give me the answer. So why should I pretend
that I never asked? I screwed up, I had this picture in my head of how we are
supposed to be and we are far from that picture.”
“You’re throwing away years of friendship because-“
“-because I love you, Jughead. It’s just like Betty and
Archie except in our case, you fed it. You kissed me, you held me, you caressed
me. Over and over again.” Moving the chair back to its place, she wiped away
more tears. “I’m too emotionally invested in you to continue our friendship right
now but maybe when I get over it, we can go back to how it used to be, the days
before you first kissed me on my front porch.”
“[Y/N],” he called out to her.
Shaking her head, she headed for the door. Swinging it open,
she looked over her shoulder and pressed a smile. “I’ll always love you, Jug. That
I have no control over but they say the soul usually knows what to do to heal
itself, the only challenge is to silence the mind.”
Jughead watched her walk out of the news room, his heart
pounding in his chest. What in the world just happened? Never in a million
years would he have ever pictured his life without [Y/N]. She was essential to
his life. She had always been there, always. Despite Archie being his best
friend, so was [Y/N] but in a different way. She believed in everything he
wanted to do, no matter how crazy. She was always someone he could rely on no
matter what. And even though she would still be present in his life by going to
the same school.
It felt like a part of him had been ripped from his body and
thrown away, lost in the cruel world they lived in. He felt empty.
“Juggie?” Betty was leaning against the doorframe, “Everything
He stood there for a minute, still stunned that apart of him
just walked away from him. “No.” He shook his head, “No, everything is not
Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book
has been closed – jnd
Ok but like, ppl believe that Veronica is straight?? How??? Have you seen how she looks at women??? You can’t stare longingly at girls, KISS THEM (for show? yeah ok, good cover Ronnie), and shower them in gifts and claim you’re 100% straight.
Prompt: hi, i’m completely obsessed with your writing! i had this idea and its super weird, (sorry) but if you’re cool with it, i was thinking of a reader insert where she invites him to stay the night and they both fall asleep on her bed and he wakes up with morning wood. super awkward and funny. you could throw in some fluff or smut, whatever you think works best.
A/N: SO A lot of you wanted smut with this one! I decided to do both fluff and smut. Enjoy this lovely short piece!