Anon Request: Can u do an imagine about being jug’s gf but no one knows and when he gets in a fight with reggie and stand up for him?
A/N: I had fun writing this one, I hope y'all enjoy it!
His lips smashed onto yours passionately and you kissed back with just as much eagerness. Your hands knotted it’s way in his hair lightly pulling every now and then, while his hands left small bruises from where his fingertips dug into your hips.
You moaned quietly only spurring him on further. His lips left yours and quickly found their way to your jawline. Kissing his way down your neck, leaving his mark on you. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was him.
You pulled him back to your lips where your tongues wrestled for dominance, but you had no chance of winning. Suddenly you heard footsteps and immediately jumped away from each other and tried to make yourselves look like you hadn’t just spent the last 10 minutes heavily making out.
You peered around the corner the both of you had been hiding behind and saw Archie walking down the hall. You pulled out your phone to inspect the marks on your jaw and neck and immediately cursed.
“Fucking hell Jughead, how the hell am I supposed to hide these!?” You exclaimed quietly as you tried to shift your shirt to hide them, but that didn’t work.
He pulled off his sweatshirt and offered it to you which you gratefully took, the over sized jacket effectively did the job. You left the corner you both had been occupying first so as not to seem suspicious.
For the entirety of your relationship you both tried to hide the fact that you were dating, not wanting any of the drama that it would bring.
“Hey Y/n.” Archie greeted. Jughead appeared from around the corner. “Oh… hey…” Archie greeted him awkwardly before leaving.
“What was all that about?” You asked him as his hand found its way on your hip.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He practically spat as he watched Archie walk away. “Whatever you say, now come on, lets go to the lounge, I needed to ask Betty for some notes.” He nodded and the both of you made your way to the said room.
You and Jug walked over to where Betty, Veronica and Kevin were. “Hey Betty, can you lend me those notes for that class I wasn’t able to make it to last week?” “Of course.” She said as she went digging through her backpack.
Kevin was the first to notice your sweatshirt. “Hey isn’t that Jughead’s jacket?” He asked as he shot the two of you a look.
“I-I.” “She was cold, I lent it to her.” “Yeah, yep. That’s- yeah I was cold and he let me borrow it.” You winced at your obvious lie but prayed they’d buy it.
Kevin gave the both of you another look before deciding to drop the subject, at that moment they all heard Reggie start to speak up, this time it was about Jason Blossom’s death.
“And Sheriff Keller’s grilling me, Mantle the Magnificent. ‘Cause I’d want Blossom dead. When he was, like, the only good quarterback we had.” He looked over at Moose who had been smiling.
“And speaking of offensive tight-ends, I should’ve sent the cops to you, Moose. Because here’s another unsolved mystery. What exactly were you and Kevin doing at the river, huh? Or does being with the sheriff’s son give you a free pass Keller?” Reggie was clearly trying to start something with anyone who’d listen.
"Reggie’s just being a blowhard, Kev.“ You heard Betty tell Kevin.
"I don’t care what he says. I mean, let’s think about it. If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now, let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak… like Jughead?"
Everyone looked at Jughead while Reggie laughed.
Jughead just glared back in response as he leaned against one of the many counters. "What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like After?” Jughead rolled his eyes.
"It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?“ "Come here, you little-.” Reggie had hopped over one of the couches when Archie came out of nowhere and immediately blocked a blow that was was meant for Jughead’s face. “Hey shut the hell up, Reggie.”
“What do you care, Andrews?” Reggie threatened.
"Nothing, just leave him alone.“
"Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?” You snorted when he said that as you thought about what actually had taken place between you and Jughead on July 4th.
“What’s so funny you introverted freak.” Reggie asked as he stared you down.
“Nothing just… I think it’s funny how you are such a dick all the time. I wonder if this stupid massive ego you always use is to make up for something. Are you lacking a little in the size department?” You asked with a cheeky grin.
Everyone started laughing while Reggie just started at you with absolute hatred before a thought crossed his mind making him smile evilly.
“Oh, I get it. I bet you were another accomplice in this whole scheme. Which one of you held Jason down while the other killed him, huh?”
“I cant say anything for Archie but I know for a fact that Jughead and I were not at all near Sweetwater River during the time of Jason’s death. So go try your little theories somewhere else.” You instantly regretted your words when you realized what you said.
Reggie smirked as everyone else watched with curiosity. “And what’s that supposed to mean dork? What could you two have possibly been doing that could be used as a credible alibi?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. You opened your mouth but no words came out.
"Because we’re dating, and we just happened to be getting more action than you have in your entire life on July 4th, Reggie.“ Jughead replied with a narrowed eyes and a smirk as he pulled you into his side. You along with everyone else in the room gasped.
"I thought we weren’t going to tell anyone!?” You whispered loudly.
“Ooooh Reggie got burned!” Someone shouted leading to everyone laughing causing him to storm out of the lounge with a pissed off look.
You looked back up at Jughead with awe and confusion all at the same time. “What? I couldn’t let him go off on my girl like that.” He simply stated making you feel all fuzzy inside as you smiled at him widely before kissing him on the cheek making him blush.
“can i request something like reader has been bestfriends with jughead
forever, reader was there through jellybean and jughead’s mom leaving and every
other dramatic thing, and reader falls in love with him but sees that he’s with
A/N: Most definitely this is a song based fic, the
title is a song by Nevershoutnever called “I love you more than you will ever know.” From this point on
I’ll be writing all future fics in first person.
I had been friends with Jughead Jones for ten (10)
years, three (3) months and twenty-two (22) days.
We were in the same pre-school class together,
we’d shared lunch and talked about our favourite books.
Our friendship was strong, it was like diamond in
some circumstances; nothing could break us.
i really love reading books i love staying up until 5am so i can finish the book as soon as possible i love skipping classes bc that book was too good for me to go to sleep i really love being sleep deprived bc sorry books come first i can totally function on three hours of sleep i really love reading a whole trilogy in six days or less bc i dont have my priorities straight
Kevin shoves the papaya he is
holding against Elder Cunningham’s chest, before stomping off towards their
newly-framed eating hut. His hands are balled up into tightly clenched fists.
Thanks to last night’s storm,
everything seems to have shifted precariously to the left. Some of the logs have sunk into the muddy
earth, and the thatched roof threatens to slide off completely. It is only
half-covering the structure now, and Kevin prays
that the wind does not pick up again. It was a pain getting it set up the first time; he cannot imagine having
to do so, twice.
“Can you believe this?” He kicks up a lump of mud, before turning
back towards his companion. Arnold does not seem as phased by the mess situated
before them; even when fat drops of rain start to fall again, his
expression remains maddeningly neutral.
“— all that work, for nothing.”
The Elders do not need an
eating hut. They have their own room to eat in, albeit small, in the mission
hut; but Prophet Cunningham thought
it would be nice to eat meals with their entire
congregation – hence the hut; and the accompanying hours of hard labor beneath
the blazing hot sun.
Elder Zelder passed out twice.
As the rain starts to fall
harder, Kevin gazes longingly in the direction of the mission hut. Thunder claps loudly overhead.
“Well, shoot,” he mutters, reaching
out for his companion’s hand. He tugs Arnold towards what’s left of the eating hut.
“Hurry up,” he pleads, starting to run. “I’ve
only got one pair of shoes, and I need them to last.”