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Family Troubles (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- The reader has family issues just like Jughead. When Jughead finds out he is mad that he didn’t know sooner. (Based when jughead lived in the Drive In.)

Warnings- angst, kissing, crying, alcohol, maybe triggering??

Requested- Yes! by @bvreathe

A/N- My fist real requested imagine! Also, I’m like really busy with school and stuff so ya don’t expect your requested stuff to be on time lol. ALSO my ear hurts rlly bad rn so ya. Anyways… enjoy!




“Leave me alone!” You yelled at your mom as she came closer to you.

“Just give me the money, Y/N!”She screamed back.

You had a little bundle of money in your hands that you had earned from working shifts at Pop’s. It was rightfully yours and your mom was trying to take to buy god knows what. 

“No! It’s mine!” You yelled stuffing it in your pocket.  

Your mother looked at you with cold eyes, like you were the worst person on the entire planet.

She suddenly reached out and tried to take the money from your pocket. 

“Stop!” You screeched and stumbled back.

“Y/N. I swear to God. Give me that money. NOW!” You mom reached for the money again but you leaped back, colliding with the couch and falling into it. 

“Get a job if you want money so bad!” You yelled as you dodged your way out of another one of your mom’s attacks. 

You mother suddenly pinned you down on the couch. You looked into her eyes with fear as she grabbed an empty beer can from the floor and held it over your head as if to hit you with it.

“Give. Me. The. Money.” She said quietly as you quickly grabbed your money out of your pocket and handed to her. 

She let you go and put the money in her pocket. 

“Now get out. You’re such a pain. And take your brother too… I’m sick of his crying.” She said as she plopped on the couch, opening a bottle of hard liquor and turning on the T.V. 

“W-what?” You stuttered, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your mom had never kicked you out before. Where were you going to go?

“Am I speaking Chinese?” she exclaimed, “Get. Out. I’m sick of you right now.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“Where am I gonna go?” You asked quietly. 

You mom looked at you and shrugged, “Don’t know… Maybe you can find your father and tell I’m to get back here already.” 

You gulped and ran for your room. 

You swung open the door and quickly ran to your dresser. You stuffed everything you could into the bag and then went into the bathroom and grabbed your toiletry stuff. 

Once you had finished packing, you went over to the small bed beside yours.    A small boy that had all of your features lay sleeping in it. He was four. You quickly waked him.

“Wake up, John… We gotta go.” You picked him up out of bed and set him on the ground. 

“Wha?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Get some clothes and put them in this bag.” You handed him a bad and he did what you said. 

“Now, Get on your coat. It’s cold.” 

Once he did so you both headed out. The living room was silent except for the T.V., which was playing a cop show. Your mom was asleep on the couch, the liquor bottle still in her hand. You sighed a long and sad sigh.

Your mother was a good person at heart. She really was. But, ever since your dad left, 2 years ago, she had turned completely different. She turned to alcohol to make her feel better. She lost her job. She went spilling downward. And she took me and my brother with her. 




As the hour neared mid-night, it was cold. the wind rustled the tree branches as you walked with your little brother down the streets of Riverdale. You didn’t know where to go. There was nowhere to go. You couldn’t let your friends know about this… They already had their own troubles. 

Maybe we can rent a hotel… you thought. But then you remembered: your mom took your only money. 

“Y/N, I’m tired.” Came a whiney voice from John.

You looked down at the sleepy boy. He sucked his thumb and rubbed his eyes.

You had to find a place for you to stay. 

Then you saw it: The Drive In.

It was dark and no one would be there this late at night.

“Come one, John just a little further.” You said and pulled him along.

You neared The Drive In and quickly helped your brother through a tight entrance in the gate. You did the same. 

You neared the little building where they projected the movies. You would sleep there tonight. 

As you fumbled with the locked door handle you neared a noise from inside.

maybe its just some rats… you thought to yourself. 

CRASH! 

A huge crash came from inside.

you gasped. That was not a rat. 

You quickly grabbed John and hid on the other side of the building. 

Creek.

the door had opened. 

Holding your breathe, you cupped a hand over your brother’s mouth for him to stay quite.

“Hello?” A voice came from around the bend. 

It sounded familiar. Very familiar. 

“Jughead?” You exclaimed and looked around the bend.

“AHHHHH!” A scream escaped the mouth of the tall and thin teenage boy that you looked at. 

His dark hair under a beanie and he wore dark clothes, it was your boyfriend Jughead. 

“Calm down! It’s just me!” You exclaimed, touching his arm. 

“Oh my god! What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jughead asked, looking around.

You shifted uncomfortably. 

But wait. What was he doing here?

“Wait a minute… What are you doing here?” You said pointing at him.

He sighed and took your hand leading you inside. 

“Wait!” you said, “My brother.” 

You grabbed your brothers arm and took him inside with you. 



“Oh my god Jug! I can’t believe that. I’m so sorry.” You said in a whisper as your brother lay sleeping in a sleeping bag. 

You were sitting in the projector room of The Drive In. Jughead had just told you his story, he was homeless and lived here.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault.” He replied.

You looked at your brother and sighed of relief. He was safe and so were you.

“Ok, now to answer my question… What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you.

You look at him seriously. 

“I got kicked out.” You say, a lump in your throat forming.

“What? Why?” He asks. He looked so concerned for you, so caring.

“I got money, for working a few shifts at Pop’s. I was going to use it to buy some good snacks for John and maybe some new school books for myself.” You say, “But my mom took it. She takes all the money I ever get… Birthday money, working money…. I know it sounds stupid but I need that money. She never buys me and John good clothes or good food or hardly anything. I have no money to actually go do fun things. Like get ice cream or go to the movies. All I wanted was to keep some money. But she took it, to buy…Who knows what. She doesn’t always hurt me or John… Only sometimes. When she’s really mad or wasted. Im just glad she kicked us out instead of hurting us again.”

A hot tear runs down your cheek as you finished your last sentence.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks, a bit of anger in his voice.

But you could tell, he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for not knowing sooner.

“Im sorry. It was my own problem and I didn’t want to drag anyone into it.” You say.

“I’m so stupid. I should have known. I should have guessed. I should have looked at signs.” He began to say to himself, angrily. 

“No, Juggie. Don’t bring yourself down for this. It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault I’m in this situation.” You tell him.

“I could have kept you safe, Y/N. And I didn’t.” Jughead stated, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Jug. There is no use fretting about it now. It’s over for now. Don’t beat yourself up for this. It will only make me feel worse.” You whispered and smiled. 

Jughead nodded and then took you in his arms. Wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you in close to his warm body. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. You can stay as long as you need.” He says into your hair. 

He hugged you tightly before letting go and kissing you on the top of the head. 

“Thank you Jughead.”

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So there’s an anon who’a accusing @lazypapyrus for tracing D: which I don’t believe cause lazypapyrus has his own style!  plz don’t listen to them your an amazing artist :D


and I made a human ver. of Lazy Paps (kind of) sorry if its messy (._. )

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