Safe - Jughead Jones
Could I request an overprotective Jughead imagine? Not in a bad way, he’s just worried about you because of what happened to Jason
I’m sorry this is so short. I just didn’t know where to take it.
Ever since the summer, Jughead Jones had been acting very different around you. He was still his witty, sarcastic self, but he seemed more closed off. If you were talking to someone, someone connected to the Blossom case, Jughead wouldn’t be far behind you. He’d lurk around until you were done talking to them, and then be glued to your side. He wouldn’t ask questions about what you were talking about, he would just glare at people as you walked down the hall. One time, Veronica pointed out that he looked like a dog protecting his owner. You had laughed originally, but the next time it happened, you could see the similarities.
You had just been speaking with Cheryl, a few moments ago, when Jughead fell in beside you. “Hey Jug,” you said, getting his attention, “what’s up?” You looked towards him as you both walked down the halls. “Nothing, just walking with you,” he said giving you a smile, one that, when you didn’t smile back, faded off his features. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the side of the hallway, away from prying ears. “You’ve been doing that a lot,” you whispered and Jughead raised his eyebrows. “It’s not that I don’t like it,” you added, trying to save yourself, “it’s just out of character.” He nodded along with your words, as if he agreed. “I just don’t trust anyone,” he replied finally, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly and looked into his eyes. “I don’t need protecting Jug,” you whispered back and he shook his head. “There’s a murderer out there Y/N and we don’t know who it is,” he stepped closer to you, and you could actually see the panic in his eyes. “We could’ve just seen them and we’d never know,” he whispered and you felt his worry, running off of him like a waterfall.
“Okay,” you said soothingly, placing your hand at the side of his face, “I get it.” He let out a heavy breath and turned his face to press it into your palm. You smiled weakly up at him, happy that he was finally open with you, but scared that he was worrying so much. His eyelashes tickled your palm when calmed down enough to open his eyes again. He turned to face you, his hand reaching up to hold yours that was still on his face. “I’m sorry I was acting weird,” he murmured and you pulled you hand away to wrap your arms around his waist. “Don’t apologize,” you whispered as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, “you were just concerned.” He nodded, “I just want to see you safe,” he whispered and you nodded against his chest. “I am safe right now,” you whispered back and you felt how true your words were. You felt safest when you were with Jughead, as if nothing in the world could harm either of you.
You pulled away, and found yourself leaning upwards. Your lips brushed against his and he pressed back. He kissed you as if it was going to be the last thing he ever did, so he needed to pour his heart into it. His hand was on the back of your neck, pressing deeper. You felt his lips move against yours, as if he were repeating a mantra. “I love you,” you heard him say, after he pulled back a little. You smiled at him, pressing your lips to his once more, “I love you too.” He smiled against your lips, “safe?” You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “Safe,” you whispered back and the bell rang loudly. You looked at Jughead who frowned a little. “Pop’s after school,” you asked, squeezing his hand. He looked up at you and nodded, “sure.” You walked away, letting your hand fall slowly from his; the words he said flashed before your mind, causing you to smile. “Safe.”