Prompt: “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.
A/N: I saw this prompt on Pinterest and I really wanted to write an angsty but sweet Jughead imagine, so here ya go! (Know that requests will be opening up soon again, but not quite yet. So please don’t send me any requests.)
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort.
Your head was pounding, constant voices filled your thoughts and you felt as if you couldn’t think. You couldn’t take this. It was too much, too fast.
“Listen to your mother, Y/N.” Your mother, Alison Cooper demanded at you. Her voice becoming too loud and too demanding for you too process. This was too much. Where was Betty? Why did you have to be born from her, who spent her whole life trying to break you into submission. You were having a panic attack. This was bad.
It had never been quite this bad before.
“I am trying to!” You screamed despite yourself. Swallowing down the tears, you stared your mother in the eyes. You needed to get out. This was bad. “I can’t do this anymore mom. Please.” You tired pleading, trying to find (even if it was just a sliver) the small part of your mother that did care. That did realize that you were not Betty and you most definitely were not Polly.
“No, Y/N. I won’t allow you to do this too yourself. You’re much too young to be keeping these secrets from me.” She explained, staring at you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. She was cracking, but in the process she was trying to break you. And you were holding on to whatever little bit of your strength you did have left, before you did break.
“Keep what secrets mom?” You asked, your voice raising as you tried to blink back the tears.
“That boy is a menace, and I will not have you hanging around such a troubled boy.” You sobbed against your hand, your hands shaking and smacking against your face as you felt yourself weakening.
“He isn’t!” You denied.
“He is.” You looked your mother in the eye, you could see it. She thought she was gaining dominance. She thought she was winning. This was bad. Grabbing your bag that was set on your bed, you wiped your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying pathetically and storming past your mother. You didn’t make it far before she grabbed your arm, halting your movements.
“I’m leaving mom. And I don’t know when i’ll be back.” Your voice came out in a whisper, and you fought against yourself to not just crack then and there.
“You will not.” Your mother shook her head, turning to stare at you with a crazed.
“I am. I don’t know when i’ll be back and truthfully i don’t want to be back. Soon enough mom, you need to learn that I am not Betty and I am not Polly. You can not break me into submission.” You ripped your arm from her grasp, pushing from her as you made your way down the stairs. Your father stood by the kitchen, tears in his eyes and a look that begged you not to leave but all you did was shake your head.
When your hand grabbed the door knob, you felt the patter of heavy footsteps. “It’s in your blood. You can’t escape this. You won’t escape me.” Your mother threatened and you turned, looking at her with no emotion. You said nothing but open the door and walking out, slamming it behind you.
You wondered, your feet taking you wherever they wanted as you sobbed. You didn’t exactly know why you were crying, just that it felt oddly nice. It felt like everything had been trapped within you and crying allowed you to let it all out. It felt nice. You felt relaxed. You barely noticed the fact that it was the middle of the night and you were alone, without a place to stay and only your backpack with you.
But you continued to walk. It felt like forever but probably was only twenty minutes before you feet stopped and looking up you found yourself at the Twilight Drive-In. You smiled, despite the tears that stained your face and the way your body shook in sorrow.
You stood at the gate, staring at the big white screen and laughing. There was a movie playing, which meant he was here.
“Y/N?” Turning, you smiled even wider at the sight of Jughead. His hair was disheveled and you could just faintly see his eyes that glowed in the darkness.
“Hi, Juggie.” You waved, smiling at him brightly.
His eyes looked concerned, or at least you guessed from what you could see. “Y/N? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night?”
You were suddenly reminded of what had happened only a short while ago and with a sad smile, you looked at the ground, twisting your shoe into the dirt. “Ran away from home.” Was all you said, laughing at your own words. You’d known Jughead forever, and you guessed that was why your feet took you here. Yes you knew of his current home life, he had stayed over at your house many of times… which was why your mother had been so mad.
“Oh, Y/N… did she..?” You nodded, already knowing what he was asking. Jughead walked towards you, stopping just short of touching you with his chest. And with a shaky breath, you looked up at him.
There was only love in his eyes, which comforted you. He was the only one who loved you for who you were, and that made you love him even more. He never judged you for your mother, he never called you crazy or expected you to be perfect like everyone else seemed to. He only asked you to be you.
You stared into his eyes, shined with wetness as he looked down at you. You heard music start to play in the background, your favourite song and you faintly realized that Jughead had been playing your favourite movie. You looked back over to him smiling, and he opened his mouth to speak but you only shook your head.
You crossed the short distance between you two, allowing your head to fall against his chest and his hands landed on your hips. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.
You felt him faintly nod and though he didn’t like dancing, he took the first steps, moving you backwards as you guys began to slow dance. You rejoiced in the feeling, loving the warmth spread through you. You felt safe. You felt calm. And for a moment you forgot everything about your mom, about Betty, about Polly, about everything and focused on the way Jughead held you with such grace and carefulness.
Faintly, you felt yourself crying again. And when the song was over, you pulled back, looking up at him. “Why me?”
And he didn’t need to ask to know what you were talking about. “Because you saw me when I was invisible.” And that was enough for you. Because he loved you because he knew you weren’t perfect and neither was he.