Keep Me Close
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Request: @blackrose8898 -Hi! I was wondering if you can write a Jughead x Reader where the reader is Archie’s younger sister and Jughead has to help her through their dad getting shot?
It’s always been the four of us: Dad, Archie, Jughead and me. As my brother and I anxiously waited in the hospital for any news on our father’s injury, my fingers burned to dial Jughead’s number and let him know what had happened. Of course, Archie was ahead of me. In fact, he called the entire group to let them know.
I’d heard his familiar footsteps against the linoleum floor before I saw him. He was leading the others around the corner, but his gaze instantly met mine. Before he could reach me, Archie intercepted and brought him in for one of those brotherly hugs.
I looked on as Betty made her way next to me, draping her arm over my shoulders and asking me if I needed anything.
Once things had calmed down, Jughead slunk away to take the seat next to me.
For as long as I’d known him, I’d liked him. When we were younger, Archie talked about becoming brothers with him, and I’d played the wife in every house game. It was all pretend, but as we got older, we grew to appreciate each other in a way that went beyond friends. Neither of us outright said anything though; we didn’t want to put Archie is an awkward position.
“How are you holding up?” he muttered, gently taking my hand in his.
I scoffed and replied, “About as bad as you’d expect. What a strange family we are; your dad’s in custody and mine is lying in a hospital bed for who knows how long.”
He offered me a slight smile as he looked down at our hands, his thumb gliding over my fingers.
Then a doctor came into the room, asking for the family of Fred Andrews. Naturally, everyone stood up. Jughead held my hand a little firmer and led me to stand in front, next to Archie. Once the doctor confirmed that our dad was stable, we let out a sigh a relief. Of course, dad wasn’t out of the woods yet, but stable is better than dead.
Betty’s parents approached us and told us to go home and clean up. Silly me, I’d almost forgot about the dried blood on my clothes. Veronica offered to take Archie home and once my brother checked in with me to see if I was okay enough to leave alone, he walked down the hallways with her.
“We should get you cleaned up too,” Jughead said, still holding my hand, like I might disappear if he let go.
I nodded and said goodbye to Betty and her family. Home seemed like the best place to go, but if Archie and Ronnie were there, I didn’t want to be there among all their couple stuff.
Sensing that, Jughead offered me his helmet and once the motorcycle roared to life, he steered off towards his place.
The ride over was wordless. As he steered with confidence, I clung to his waist and rested my head against his back. It was only when he moved had I realized that we’d stopped.
He took off the helmet for me and took my hand again, leading me to his father’s house. Once we were safe inside, he led me to the bathroom and started turning on the shower.
I just kept staring at him; he was so quiet, but every movement spoke for him.
He moved to take off my jacket and that’s when I snapped back to reality. “I-I can do it,” I whispered.He took a step back, taken off-guard by my sudden talking.
As I took off the layers, he moved to test the temperature of the flowing water.
“It’s warm, so it should be fine,” he said with his back to me.
We’d known each other for so long, I didn’t feel embarrassed by him seeing me naked like that. However, when he turned around and his gaze met mine, I could see his cheeks redden. I wasn’t blind to the fact that his eyes also lowered to look at me; in fact, I welcomed it.
I stepped into the shower and let the warm water take me over. Aware of Jughead standing right outside, I still looked down at my hands and started scrubbing at the dried blood, letting the water help with removing it. When I looked down, I saw the red flow of water and it made me sick to think that that was my father’s blood, removed because some guy had a vendetta.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that the water soon turned clear again. Once I was satisfied, I turned off the water and stepped outside, draping a towel around me.
“Jughead?” I called out.
“I’m in the bedroom,” he responded.
Once I dried off and put on the clothes that he slipped in while I was in the shower, I made my way to meet him.
He was laying on his back, staring at his phone. When he saw me enter, he dropped it and focused his attention on me.
Quickly, I made my way to lay beside him, my back facing him. The second my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes, welcoming its comfort.
Not even five second later, I felt Jughead wrap his arm around my stomach, pulling me closer to him. His breathing was stable but I could sense that something was bothering him.
Resting my arm on top of his, I asked, “Jug? Everything okay?”
“That could have been you,” he mumbled into my back.
I stilled; I knew what he meant. I could’ve been the one to get shot and not have been so lucky to make it to a hospital.
“But it wasn’t”, I replied.
“I know it’s your dad and all, but I’m really glad that it wasn’t you.”
I let out a breath and said, “I know.”
A couple of moment passed before he spoke again. “You can’t leave me. With everything going on, and all these other mysteries poking about, I need you, Y/N.”
With him so close, I hoped he couldn’t tell how fast my heart was beating.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere, Jug. I’ve always needed you.”
The tension of his arm reduced, giving me enough space to turn around and face him.
“Promise me,” he said, staring intently into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid to get yourself hurt. If anyone has to survive this crazy town, it has to be you.”
“Why can’t it be us? Why can’t we outlive everyone?”
“Because what kind of story would that make? A rebel kid from the wrong side of the tracks and a beautiful girl from a good family? Kind of cliche isn’t it?” he asked playfully, smiling at me.
“I wouldn’t mind that ending,” I said, seriously.
His smile disappeared as he said, “Neither would I.”
He pulled me closer to him and I ducked my head to rest under his chin. I didn’t want to think about the murder, or the attempted assassination of my father, or the fact that high school was shaping up to be quite the learning experience.
Just being there, with him, was enough. If I had to ask for anything out of my life, this would be it.
Things would fall into place; I had no doubt about that. But this, with Jughead, this was always forming from the first time we said hi to one another. There wasn’t a lot of certainty in Riverdale, but it was comforting to know that he was always going to be there for me and with me.
With him, I was ready to face anything.