not one to gossip

It’s Not Hate

Word Count: 1730

    A/N: this one was requested by Irwins_gossip! I hope this is what you wanted, I’m sorry it took awhile to come out!

    Request: So her and Jughead have hated eachother since they were kids even though they are both friends with Betty and Archie but she finds out he has been struggling and let’s him live with her. He finds out she self harms and then they fall in love.


    Let’s get one thing straight, Y/N didn’t exactly hate Jughead, no. She more strongly disliked him, but only because she taught herself to. It was to cover the fact that she was more madly in love with him than anything, but he most definitely didn’t reciprocate those feelings. He had made that quite clear in his actions ever since they were kids, and Y/N being the unreasonable person she was, decided that teaching herself to hate Jughead to get over her feelings for him was the right choice. It was quite difficult though, considering they were apart of the same friend group and she was forced to see him everyday at school and at Pops when they all hung out. But none the less, she avoided him at all costs other than in those circumstances. She assumed it would have been that way until they graduated, but one nights events changed everything.

    Y/N may of been a little too into the supernatural stuff, ghosts and monsters and all that jazz, so when she started noticing weird things happening at school like the janitors closet door being opened and closed randomly, wet foot prints to and from the locker rooms to the janitors closet, and random trash or cleaning supplies being sprawled in the hall around the janitors closet, she assumed it was haunted and wanted to investigate. Well, in her mind it was either it was haunted or the janitor just sucked at his job of keeping cleaning supplies organized and wiping water off the ground. But again, she was more of the unreasonable type and firmly believed it was haunted, not to mention she really wanted to catch supernatural activity on tape, so one night she hid in a cupboard in the Blue and Golds office until after hours. She accidentally fell asleep in there somehow, even though she was folded like a stepped on pretzel and woke up around 11:15pm.

    She slid out of her uncomfortable spot in the cupboard and stretched, hearing as her back popped and for a second she thought for sure she broke it after how loud the pops sounded. After she was sure she could move her back and it wasn’t broken, she grabbed her phone out of the cupboard where it had fallen when she got out and made her way down the hall as stealthy as she could, which was not very stealthy for the record. She peeped around the corner to the janitors closet, and tip toed to it. She heard what she thought was breathing coming from inside, and she turned on her camera, pushing the record button. Slowly, she opened the door and looked around the small room. What first caught her eye was a pile of clothes and books on the ground, not something you would normally see in a janitors closet. Then her eyes fell to the mattress next to the clothes and books that held a sleeping person. She squinted her eyes to see if it was the janitor, but she noticed a grey beanie sitting atop raven hair and her heart sank.

    Without thinking, she turned on the light and the boy sprung up from his mattress, looking wild eyed and scared. His gaze turned to the (y/h/c) girl standing in the door way, and he tensed up.

    “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked angrily and Y/N scoffed, noticing her sleeves were hiked up, so she pulled them down past her hands, earning an odd look from Jughead.

    “What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here Jughead? And what the hell is all of this?” she asked, motioning towards the bed and scattered belongings.

    “I asked you first.” Jughead replied, standing up from the bed, trying to avoid the question.

    “Well my question is more pressing.” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Why the hell are you living at school? And in the janitors closet out of all places.”

    “I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go, and the janitors closet seemed to be the best place to stay, no one comes in here.” he said, giving her an annoyed look.

    “Yeah, no one but you know, the janitor. How the hell has he not said anything yet?” she asked, and he rolled his eyes.

    “I don’t know, but I’m glad he hasn’t.” Jughead scoffed. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to sleep now, we kind of have school tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, we do don’t we. Well I think you should go to sleep too, in a real home. Pack up your stuff, you’re living with me.” she said, motioning to the clutter around the small room.

    “I don’t think so.” Jughead said, sitting on the mattress.

    “I don’t remember asking. I’m not playing Pendleton, get your shit and let’s go.” she said, leaning against the door frame. “I’m waiting.”

    “Fine, just for tonight.” Jughead muttered, standing up from his bed and grabbing his backpack. “And don’t call me Pendleton again or you’ll wake up bald tomorrowmorning.”

    “I don’t have time for your flirtation Forsythe. And no, this will not be just fortonight, this will be until you get back on your feet.” Y/N sassed.

    “That’s where you’re-”

    “Again, did I ask? No.” Jughead glared at the girl and zipped up his backpack and exited the room. Y/N closed the door and made her way to the front doors of the school, turning around to make sure the raven haired boy was following, which he was not.

    “Move your ass, tick tock.” she said and again he rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed. They got in her car and drove to her place in silence. When they finally got to her apartment, she fiddled with the keys, trying to find the one for her door.

    “Won’t your parents get pissed that I’m here?” he asked, and Y/N shook her head.

    “I don’t live with my parents, I live alone, so no.” she said, opening the door and storming inside.

    “Why don’t you live with your parents?” he asked, trying to hide the slight worry he felt.

    “Same reason you were living in the janitors closet, I have no where to go. They aren’t around anymore, they ditched me a few months back, said I was too much work for them and that they never wanted me in the first place.” Y/N spilled, not quite sure why she was telling him all this.

    “I’m sorry.” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

    “I only have one bed and my couch sucks ass, so I hope you aren’t a blanket hog.” she said, turning to the fridge to pull out a soda.

    “Um, no I don’t think so.” Jughead said.

    “You can go out your bag in the room, make yourself at home.” Y/N said softly, trying to be kinder to the poor boy. He left down the hall, and she sighed, leaning against the counter. Being an ass to him took a toll on her, she loved him and she felt bad for him. She wanted nothing more but to protect the poor guy, he was obviously lost and scared, no matter how hard he denied it.

    “Y/N!” Jugheads voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to notice him standing right in front of her.

    “Let me see your arms.” he said, and she gave him a confused look.

    “I don’t under-”

    “Don’t play dumb with me. Why was this on your bedside table?” Y/N tensed up and swallowed hard as she noticed Jughead holding up a small razor.

    “I-uh. No reason Jughead, just give it here.” she stuttered, stepping forward to grab it. She got near Jughead, and was taken by surprise when his arms flew around her waist and held her close.

    “Why?” he asked, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Slowly, she placed her arms around him too, her heart beating out of her chest and her eyes welling up with tears.

    “Life is hard, Juggie.” she whispered, not really sure how to answer his question without spilling the hardships of the past few months to him.

    “I know it is.” Jughead said tenderly, stepping back from her and holding up the razor. “But this won’t fix anything, it will only hurt you further.” Y/N rolled her eyes, tears falling from her face now.

    “I don’t know why you care, you hate me.” she said defensively. Jugheads face fell a bit, and he placed the razor on the counter.

    “I don’t hate you, Y/N-”

    “Bullshit! You have ever since we were little, and you’ve never even told me why.” she yelled, pulling her sleeves down past her hands and crossing her arms.

    “I never hated you, I’m just not good with feelings. Instead of showing you how much I loved you, it came out as hate, and I was too confused and scared to fix my ways. I just let it happen and I’m sorry.” Jughead said. Y/N stood there shocked, did he just admit he loved her?

    “Wait, you love me?” she asked, wiping tears off her face. Jugheads eyes widened at the realization he had just admitted he did, and he swallowed hard. Jughead decided to take a leap of faith, and took her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. To his surprise, she quickly melted into the kiss and pulled him closer.

    “I love you too.” she whispered, her eyes closed and forehead leaning against his.

    “Please tell me you’ll stop hurting yourself.” Jughead asked, this time letting the worry in his voice show. Y/N looked away, and leaned back against the counter. “Please Y/N! You don’t need to anymore, you’ve got me. I can actually help you, that sharp piece of metal will do nothing but leave scars.” he begged. Y/N picked up the piece of metal off the counter and reluctantly walked it to the trash and threw it away.

    “Fine.” she whispered. “Only because I love you.”

    “Thank you!” Jughead said. “Shall we go to bed, Love?” he asked, holding his hand out. She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, giving a slight grin and took his hand.

    “We shall.”

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Originally posted by marorra

ok, so there’s a question game going on and now i have 40+ questions to answer. i’ll put them under a read more so you can decide if you want to read this or not R I P, i wouldn’t if i were you

i was tagged to do this by @justlookatthehearteyes @soulmatesandfate @lit–anon and @florelikeaflower

1. What’s the best compliment you have ever gotten?
Not necessarily the best one ever (TUUUUUU-DU-DUUUUUUU), but the last one that really stuck with me was Sanne who said that I’m interesting and have a beautiful energy and that I’m a million things at once. That feels weird to type like this but just… I don’t know, it made me feel warm and loved and it meant a whole fucking lot. 

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.