#Jughead jones oneshot | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

heytherejulietx · 3 years

Text

Surprise ~ Jughead Jones

Masterlists

Requests are OPEN (for Bughead only)

Read on AO3 here.

Notes - Okay so this is the fic I promised you guys at Christmas. Yes I know it took forever and I’m so sorry but I’m so so so glad it’s out now you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy it please let me know if you do! Thank you to @lathyrusodorxtus to helping me write Bret and help me make him a douche, ily lee.

Warnings - Slight sweating.

Word count - 3k.

Riverdale tag list - @bucky-j-barnes @adorably-sweet-hufflepuff @kpopgirlbtssvt @booksmusicteaandanimals @happy-puff @teenloves

Fic tag list - @typicaljuggie

Fill out this form to join my tag list.

Her fingertips lightly brushed over the checkered blue and white quilt cover that covered his bed as she sat waiting for him to arrive. Whilst she had been in the space that her boyfriend essentially lived in before, it still was new to her. His side of the room wasn’t messy, as she had expected from her boyfriend, who had created quite a mess in Archie’s bedroom when he had been staying with his best friend. He had some stacks of different books on his desk that she could only guess were reading materials for his class, and some different drafts piled beside them, though it was all neat. She couldn’t say the side for his roommate's side of the room, which was littered with different scrunched up balls of paper and even some clothes on his nightstand and the floor.

Jughead had been at the school for only a few weeks, though she hadn’t seen him since he had moved in. He had been busy with his studies and she had been occupied with other things back in Riverdale, and they just hadn’t had time to see each other. Though after multiple calls from Jughead explaining how he felt like an outsider there, and multiple times she had almost cried because she missed him; it was enough to buy a train ticket to meet him at his school.

Stonewall Prep had a sort of atmosphere to it that she didn’t like. It was cold, for a start. The corridors and halls were all freezing cold, unlike the warmth that came from most of the buildings in Riverdale, and the only warmth she did have was in Jughead's dorm after she had turned on the small heater in the corner of his dormitory. Though the people there were making it worse. She had walked past a few of his classmates on her way into the private school, and they seemed to all have the same cold stare that made her a little uneasy. Jughead had told her that his classmates weren’t the nicest of people, and she could see why very clearly.

Though anything negative had been cleared from her mind as soon as she heard the doorknob turning and the creak of the old wooden door as it was pushed open, revealing the person who she’d been missing terribly for weeks. It was like she was walking through a desert and he was her oasis; he was so beautiful. His signature beanie was sat atop of his head as usual, light raven curls peeking out from underneath the grey wool which caused her to smile. The red tie that was a part of his uniform was loosened and his top button was undone, his collarbones barely peeking out from the white fabric. And the sleeves of his blazer were rolled up slightly, exposing his olive-toned forearms. In usual Jughead fashion, he walked into the bedroom juggling two books, his laptop case, and a cup of coffee; which she could see was still hot by the steam rising from the mug. She smiled softly when seeing he was using the mug that she had gotten him for the previous Christmas that they had shared together. It had been a dumb joke present that had a literary pun that read “Why are writers always cold? Because they’re surrounded by drafts.” And whilst Jughead had groaned about how bad of a pun it was, he’d taken it to Stonewall with him anyways.

It only took a second for him to spot her. She was practically beaming as she watched his gaze drift upwards from the floor to land on her, and if it were possible her smile widened at the sight of his blue eyes lighting up and a smile quickly taking over his expression.

“Hey,” He breathed out through the grin, quickly emptying his arms of his belongings to a free spot on the nearest unit as she stood up from his bed. “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to come and surprise you.” She beamed and crossed the small space of the dormitory that was between them, before she giggled as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her so tightly that her feet lifted off of the floor slightly as he’d lifted her up.

Her arms locked tightly around his shoulders as he did around her waist, and she melted into his touch with a warm smile and a sigh of content. It had been weeks without his touch, his warmth; and she had never known such torture as not being able to be held by her beloved. Through all of the sleepless nights and the tears she shed over not being able to be with him, in that moment she felt it was all worth it by being able to see him then. She pressed her face into the material of his blazer and inhaled deeply, relaxing more in his arms as the familiar smell of old books and coffee beans washed over her senses. She used to hate the smell of coffee, when she’d started dating him she complained all the time, though now she couldn’t get enough of it, because coffee smelt like him.

“I missed you so much.” Jughead murmured into her hair, his arms subtly tightening around her frame as he spoke.

“I missed you too.” She whispered as she smiled softly. “Sorry I didn’t come down any sooner. I wanted to but I’ve just been so caught up with everything. And I know you have too.”

“No, don’t apologise darling.” Jughead flattened his palm against her back and gently rubbed it through the soft material of her jumper. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him when she felt him move back slightly, and couldn’t help but smile brightly when she met his eyes and the smile that he was wearing too. It had been too long since she’d seen that smile in person. Video calling each other was fine, but it was never enough. It could never make up for not being able to see the real thing.

His hand moved from her back and her smile softened a little when his palm cupped the side of her face and tilted it up slightly, before he leaned down and met her lips with his in a soft kiss.

When was the last time she had kissed him? She couldn’t even picture it, though she knew for a fact that whatever she had remembered kissing him like was nothing compared to the real thing. Butterflies rose up in her stomach as she melted into his touch, her hands resting on his chest as he pulled her closer by a hand on her lower back. She hadn’t felt so warm and euphoric since the last time she had seen him; and in that moment she couldn’t imagine anything better than kissing Jughead Jones.

Though before either of them could pull away from the kiss, the noise of the door creaking open behind them filled the room, before a quiet chuckle followed. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting am I?”

Jughead looked visibly annoyed as he pulled away and sighed as he turned to face the person at the door, reaching for her hand in the process. She turned to look at who was standing at the door and smiled politely, not recognising who was there. He was taller than Jughead, though only by a little, wearing the same uniform though his was a little more presentable; his tie on properly and his sleeves not rolled up. In his hand he carried a laptop bag that looked a little like the one Jughead had, though it was a lighter brown in colour instead. Was this the roommate Jughead was constantly complaining about?

“Nope.” Jughead answered him a little stiffly, and upon looking up at him she could see his jaw was clenched, in - what she guessed was - annoyance. This was definitely his roommate.

“Good, I’d hate to intrude.” The guy at the door chuckled quietly again, before he shifted his gaze from Jughead and onto her with a lift of his eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.” He mused, and she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy under his gaze. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.” Jughead answered for her, and as he spoke he let go of her hand to move an arm around her waist instead. It wasn’t often that Jughead got jealous or protective, though she could definitely tell when he did. Her hand lifted to lightly rub his arm, and once he had glanced down at her she shook her head slightly, as if to tell him it wasn’t worth getting mad over.

“Y/N huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The guy smirked slightly, and this time she didn’t mind at all once Jughead had tightened his arm around her slightly. “Bret Weston Wallis, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, doll, what’re you doing with someone like him?” Bret eyed Jughead for a moment before his gaze locked with hers once more. “Charity work?”

A frown quickly formed over her features when she felt Jughead stiffen at her side, and she glared at Bret as the frown quickly turned into a scowl. She knew more than anybody else that Jughead was insecure of his past. He had asked her a few times about why she chose him, of all other people. Why choose the kid from the broken home instead of the put-together kid from a happy one? And although she knew Jughead understood her feelings completely, after almost three years together, she could tell comments like that still hurt him. And truthfully they hurt her too.

“Because I love him, you dick.” She shot back, though he just chuckled at her again which got on her nerves even more. It was like he was mocking her

“Easy there, I’m just letting a beautiful girl like yourself know your options. You don’t know what you’re missing out on until you experience it, sweetheart.” He winked at her and she scowled.

She could tell Jughead was itching to say something by the way he kept his jaw clenched and his hands in fists, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. Though she simply rubbed his arm to let him know it was okay as she stood up a little straighter in front of Bret. It definitely wasn’t the first time Y/N had gotten into an argument with someone taller and stronger than her; back in her sophomore year she had gotten into constant arguments with people like Reggie Mantle for picking on Jughead among others, so it wasn’t new for her. She wasn’t someone who enjoyed conflict, though she would never stand for someone being nasty. Especially not towards herself or her boyfriend.

“Trust me, I’m not missing out on anything. I’ve experienced it.” She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, only growing more aggravated when Bret had simply laughed and looked back up at Jughead instead with an irritating smirk.

“She’s feisty. I like that.”

Bret’s words had her face twisting in disgust as she glared at him, feeling Jughead fully tense at her side before he let go of her to step forwards and lightly push him towards the door. “Okay, Bret, go and find Donna or someone.” Jughead spoke stiffly, clearly trying to keep his anger in check as he opened the door and nudged Bret to walk out of the room.

“Okay okay, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I can see you want to be alone,” He rolled his eyes and went to leave the room, though at the last moment turned back to face Y/N as he leaned against the doorframe. “You know where to find me if you're ever looking for an,” He paused as he turned to look at Jughead, very clearly giving him a once-over, before his eyes returned back to Y/N. “...upgrade.”

Her expression twisted into an angry scowl and she opened her mouth to say something, though before she could Jughead slammed the door in his face, still clearly tense.

“Your roommate is an asshole.” She frowned as she moved back over to him, sighing as she moved her arms around his waist to hug him. Y/N couldn’t imagine how much worse Bret might be when she wasn’t around, and the thought made her frown. Jughead stayed at Stonewall Prep five days a week, and for the majority of his time that was what he had to deal with? It just wasn’t fair.

“I know,” Jughead sighed as he moved his arms back around her, dropping a kiss to her hair before he rested his head on top of her’s, swaying them slightly as he gently held onto her. “I don’t like him on an average day, but I definitely don’t like him talking to you like that.” Jughead huffed and his hold on her tightened subtly.

“I’m sure he won’t bother us again, and if he does I’ll punch him.” She joked and giggled quietly, smiling once Jughead had pulled back enough to look at her.

“Oh yeah, I’ve got no doubt about it. You’re extremely threatening, all four feet of you.” He cracked an entertained grin as she gasped in mock offence, lightly smacking his chest.

“Hey! I’m way taller than four feet, you’re so mean. I’m not even short.”

“Oh yeah?” Jughead challenged and raised his eyebrows a little, smirking slightly. “Kiss me then.”

Y/N scowled playfully as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him as challenged, though without him helping her by leaning down slightly she could only just about reach to press her lips against the underside of his jaw.

“You got it, short stack?” Jughead teased.

She just huffed and moved her hands to the side of his neck to pull him down so she could kiss him properly, causing him to chuckle quietly against her lips as his hands found her waist, holding her against himself as he walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed, causing her to sit down.

“I’m not short.” She playfully glared at him, though her expression changed to a more fond smile when his hands tilted her head up slightly to look up at him.

“Mhm, I’m sure you’re not.” He responded teasingly before he just leaned down to kiss her again as she knocked his beanie off of his head to thread her fingers through his soft hair to pull him closer to her.

Just over an hour later she sighed as she felt his fingers gently moving through her hair, brushing any loose strands from her face. They were laying across his bed with the sheets just about up to their hips so they didn’t overheat underneath the extra material. All she was wearing was his white button-up that he had been in earlier as she rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers tracing invisible shapes and lines across his bare chest as he held her against himself.

“I’m sorry we don’t see each other more often.” Jughead spoke softly into her hair.

Y/N glanced up at him and shook her head as she smiled softly. “You don’t need to apologise, baby,” She said softly, her hand moving to his side again so she could run her thumb lightly over his ribs. “I’d rather you stay here and take this amazing opportunity with your writing then stay somewhere that won’t help you at all,” Y/N leaned up to gently kiss his jaw. “Your roommate might be a dick and so might your classmates, but it’s not like they’ll kill you.”

“Don’t jinx it.” Jughead mumbled jokingly and she giggled quietly as she felt him press a kiss to her forehead softly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me there the whole time? I worry about you, y’know.” He sighed.

She couldn’t help but smile softly as he moved his hand from her hair to gently rest it along her jawline instead, the pad of his thumb running along her cheek. Of course she missed him whilst he was away, but Stonewall Prep was important. It was a chance for him to enhance his already amazing writing skills and take his talent even further than what he had. She couldn’t get in the way of that. They would have all the time in the world when he was finished, but for now it was important he kept at what he was doing.

“I’ll be fine, Jug,” She said softly. “This is important for you, and if I do ever need you I’ll call you.”

“You promise?” Jughead raised his eyebrows a little.

“I promise.”

He sighed though accepted her answer nonetheless, a soft smile painting over his lips as he leaned down to press his lips against hers softly for a long moment before he pulled back to look at her.

“I’m going to miss that beautiful face, though.” He smiled fondly, his thumb circling her now pink cheek.

“And I’ll miss yours.” Y/N giggled, kissing him again for a long moment before she pulled away to lean her head against his shoulder again.

“I love you so much.” Jughead said softly, his fingers combing through her hair again as she relaxed into him a bit more.

“I love you, too,” She smiled and turned her head to gently kiss his jaw again before she nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, enjoying the peaceful moment with her boyfriend in his arms.

203 notes · View notes

theangriestpea · 4 years

Text

Crowned : The War Table

Summary: In order to get back at his brother, Jughead decides to mess up the one thing he's ordered everyone to not touch: His precious war table.<ao3> <kink masterlist> <crowned masterlist>

Pairing: Jughead Jones x OC ; minor Sweet Pea x OC

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Slight choking

A/N: This was request ages ago by @the-gargoyle-queen and @southside-vixen. Finally getting around to it after at least six months. This is for the mirror square on my @riverdalebingo card. I probably won't complete the card by the deadline. I have eleven more prompts and I just don't see myself being able to write that many oneshots by the end of June. Plus I go back to work the week after next which will bring everything to a screeching halt. I will try to update at least twice a month, but that may just not be possible with everything going on.

“Jug, I don’t understand why you had to pull me away from my meeting. It’s important that I get the funding for the food banks sorted out before-” Queen Lily stopped as her husband halted in front of the dreaded war room. Inside was the infamous war table that Sweet Pea had set up with an elaborate map and an army of mini figurines to sort out strategy and combat. Everything was placed in a certain way and was absolutely not to be touched by anyone but him.

The king smirked at his wife, deviousness glinting in his blue eyes. “I owe Sweet Pea a little...pay back.” He said wistfully. “And I finally found a great way to do it.”

She gave him a confused look, “And that involves me how? Really, Juggie, you pulled me away for some petty-”

“We’re fucking on the war table.” He said, cutting her off with a shit-eating grin.

Lily was silent for a moment. While she did enjoy sex with him in inopportune places, she wasn’t totally sold on ditching important work to do it. “But the food banks-”

“I signed off on emergency funding this morning, they’ll be fine for today.” Jughead said, reassuring her. “The kingdom has been fed, so stop worrying. Did you forget about the ceiling?”

“The mirror…” Her voice trailed off. Mirror sex was very much their thing and the war room had a beautifully large mirror on the ceiling. Sweet Pea insisted that it allowed him to see every angle of the battlefield and that it was a totally necessary expenditure. He didn’t have to really convince Jughead of it, as his own personal usage of mirrors immediately came to mind and he agreed to the renovation immediately.

Jughead was grinning as he unlocked the door (Sweet Pea had installed a lock after his wife kept screwing with things just to piss him off) and opened it. He led Lily inside and cut on the lights. “That’s right, the mirror.” Jughead said smugly, closing the door behind her.

Lily was looking at her reflection in the mirror, a look of wonder of her face. “This is such a great idea...Why have we not done this before?”

“Because he hadn’t pissed me off enough before to ruin his ‘work’.” Jughead said, shrugging. “So what do you say?” He asked, putting his hands on her hips and bringing her back against his chest. “Want to?”

She couldn’t help the excited giggle that left her. “Yes! God, yes!” He laughed in response, walking her over to the table in question.

“Then take off your clothes, your highness.” He whispered huskily into her ear before nipping at it playfully. Lily turned around in his arms and slowly took off her dress, unzipping it from the side and letting it fall off her shoulders and hips. It pooled to the floor and she let it sit there, making quick work of her bra and underwear.

Jughead licked his lips, a hungry look on his face as he hoisted her onto the table. Immediately Lily was knocking over painted pewter figures, shoving them all out of the way in order to make room for her body. The thought of how angry this was going to make her brother-in-law sent a thrill down her spine. She could already hear him screaming, pinning the blame on his wife somehow.

“Does my sister know about this?” She asked as Jughead began to kiss her thighs. He pushed her chest to urge her to lay back. She moved more figures out of the way and relaxed against the resin table, looking up at her reflection with a worried look.

“She does.” Jughead said between pecks of his lips, “And she’s well prepared.” He added as he spread her legs apart. Lily took in a sharp intake of air as his lips pressed against her clit in a brief but hard kiss.

His arms wrapped around her thighs, anchoring her in place as he licked a stripe up her slit. Her back arched, head falling back as she let out a soft moan. Jughead repeated the action before teasing the entrance of her cunt with his tongue, swirling it around quickly, flicking in and out before his mouth trailed north to her clit.

He latched on, sucking in juncture with his probing tongue. Lily began to quake on the table, shaking with the feeling of ecstasy that was flooding through her. His grip on her thighs tightened to keep her from kicking him out of the way like she enjoyed doing whenever she got overwhelmed.

Lily whined at him, the need to have something inside of her wet pussy was almost unbearable. A finger, a tongue, anything at this point. The hollow feeling combined with the sensation of him working her clit over was maddening. Despite her impending orgasm, she still felt incredibly desperate for more.

Jughead knew what she wanted and was purposefully denying it. He pulled away for a moment, “Watch yourself, my queen.” He ordered before going back. Lily looked up, locking eyes with her reflection as she watched herself jerk, trying to break free from him even though she knew she was not strong enough to.

She watched her face contort with every moan, her body twist for freedom as she climbed higher and higher. The tension in her abdomen broke as she came, watching through blurred vision as she whimpered and laid flat back on the table. Every touch of his tongue caused her to flinch, his cleaning licks keeping her spent form in overdrive.

Jughead stood, unbuckling his pants before pushing them off his hips along with his boxer briefs. “Don’t take your eyes off yourself.” He ordered. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”

Lily swallowed as she kept her gaze upward. Jughead moved her so that her hips were slightly hanging off the table. It had been a while since he had taken such a firm command over her. While they both switched roles, he had seemed to be needing to sub more often than not. She figured it had to do with work and having to rule over everyone. It was nice to have him back in the saddle again.

Her kegels clenched with anticipation. The need to be full of nothing but him causing more wetness to build within her aching pussy. “Jug,” She whimpered helplessly as he took his sweet time. She dared to look at him however his eyes narrowed into the glare. Lily quickly looked back up at her reflection once more. “I need it, please!’ She said desperately.

Jughead teased her with the head of his penis, barely pressing it inside of her slick hole. He enjoyed watching her squirm and pant, the need for him showing on every inch of her body. A proud smirk overcame him, knowing that he was the only one that could reduce her to such a state.

Then with one broad motion of his hips, he pushed all the way inside of her so fast that she cried out his name in surprise. He didn’t stop once inside, choosing to pull out and start over again. After every thrust forward he nearly pulled all the way out before repeating, rocking the table as she mewled for him on repeat.

He pressed a thumb to her clit, running circles around it as she practically sobbed from the stimulus. She watched him rail into her, her breasts bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. The way her lips moved with every moan. The dazed look on her face as she demanded more.

Who was he to disregard his queen? Jughead moved his hips and thumb faster, free hand moving to grab the base of her throat. He fucked without care for who could hear them outside, drunk on the sight of her getting off to her own reflection. He dared to look up, watching them both at an entirely new angle. Seeing her from above was even more intoxicating, and what started as a brief glance turned into an enraptured stare.

“Please,” She grappled with his wrist, holding onto it as she had nothing else to grab hold of. “Jug, please-!” He increased the speed of his thumb, tightening the circles around her clit as he put more force into his thrusts. Moments later Lily was wailing with the force of her second climax, screaming for him as her vision blurred with bright blinding shapes and radio static.

Jughead grunting, grabbing both sides of her hips to ride her out before releasing himself deep within her. He looked down at her, leaning over to brush some of the stray tears that had escaped her eyes. He allowed himself to soften inside of her, enjoying her warmth and the closeness as he pulled her into a sitting position in order to hold her trembling form to his.

“We better go.” He murmured to her and she let out a whine of protest. “Before someone tells the prince.” He added teasingly as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’ll help you get dressed.”

After dressing her and himself, Jughead picked her up as one would a bride and carried her into their grand bedroom. “I think you earned yourself a nap, your highness.” He said teasingly as she grumbled back an incoherent response, still dazed from the intense set of orgasms. He laid her onto the bed and kissed her goodbye before returning to his royal duties.

An hour later, Sweet Pea walked into the war room, noticing that the door was left unlocked. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he turned on the lights and headed towards the table. His fury bloomed hot as he saw the pieces of his army strewn about carelessly. “Shanna!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing that his wife must have been the culprit. No one else ever messed with his things.

The former princess poked her head through the door, a wicked grin on her face. “Poor Pea, someone played with his toys when he wasn’t watching.”

He turned and began to storm towards her, however she darted off in a fit of giggles as they started a new came of cat and mouse.

#riverdalebingo #jughead jones #jughead jones x oc #jughead jones imagine #riverdale imagine #jughead jones fanfiction #jughead jones fanfic #jughead jones oneshot #crownedfic #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fanfic #riverdale oneshot #lily owens #lughead #sweet pea #lavender rhodes #swavie #jughead jones smut #riverdale smut

77 notes · View notes

previously-on-riverdale-imagines · 6 years

Text

Focus

Warnings: none!

Summary: The reader and Jughead are asked to help Kevin by recording the making of ‘Carrie: The Musical’.

Word Count: 2601

A/N: Hey guys! I managed to get my first one-shot out for this blog! WOO! I hope you guys enjoy this idea that I had inspired by Episode 2x18. Bear with me as it is my first time writing with these characters :)

“Carrie the Musical will be the most epic three-night-spectacular of your lives,” Kevin announced to the group, looking way too excited and enthusiastic for a Monday morning. “You all have to be part of it!”

At that moment, you and Jughead let out a simultaneous groan. Kevin, Betty, Veronica and Archie looked over at the pair of you.

“Oh, come on Y/N!” Betty exclaimed, “I understand Jug not wanting to sing and dance, but why not you? I’ve heard you sing to yourself, and you’re great!”

You just shook your head as Betty was speaking. Singing? Sure it was fun to do when the only audience you had to worry about was your shower curtain. But singing on stage with over 100 pairs of eyes on you was too far a stretch for your liking.

“I’m sorry guys, but I just wouldn’t do the story justice,” you sighed. “Plus, I’m afraid you’d get a whole lot of stage fright when I’m in that spotlight. You wouldn’t want that Kevin, now would you?”

“Don’t you think we all feel a bit nervous about performing to half of Riverdale?” Archie added plainly.

“Says you Archie! At least you and V have performed on a stage before, on several occasions might I add,” you exclaimed, frustrated that no-one really seemed to understand what you were feeling. Although you did glance your eyes over to Jughead and he seemed just as uncomfortable at the conversation as you.

“Enough!” Kevin cut in, “As much as I love you Y/N, I need to have the very best and most professional actors that I can to make ‘Carrie’ iconic again!”

“Great!” you breathed, “Problem sorted then.”

You heard Jughead give a small breath of laughter, only just audible enough for you to hear.

“But just hold on one moment, Y/N. You and Jughead can’t just not be involved with my impending masterpiece, even if you aren’t confident enough to share your musical gift… or lack thereof,” Kevin said, looking Jughead’s way, causing Jughead to just roll his eyes.

Kevin continued, “So it’s settled. You will both be assigned to documenting every behind-the-scenes action and music practice session, in order to keep this feeling alive forever!” Kevin looked like he was in a state of total euphoria, before quickly grabbing his books, that laid on the bench you were all seated at, and walking away.

You and the core four all looked around at one another, knowing that the next few weeks were going to be crazy.

It was the afternoon of the same day that Kevin had told you the way in which you would still be involved with ‘Carrie’, and the bell had just gone to alert you that is was time to head home and sleep the rest of the day away. You were packing your biology books into your bag, when you saw the glimpse of a beanie-wearing guy sit into the recently-empty seat next to you.

“So Y/N,” Jughead began with a sigh, “I guess we should try and talk about how we are going to manage this thing out. Otherwise I know Kevin will be giving us grief until we actually start filming.”

“Yeah I suppose we should,” you added. You made it sound so casual and laidback for someone whose heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. Fortunately, you were the only one who knew your true feelings towards Jughead, because if anyone, especially Veronica, found out, you knew that they would bug you until you made a move. You weren’t ready to tell anyone. Not yet.

“How about we get out of this dingy prison they have so lovingly nicknamed ‘school’, and head to Pop’s to talk more?” you suggested, which got a laugh out of Jughead. He nodded, quickly hopping up from his seat, and gesturing for you to link your arm with his. You knew that he was just being Jughead, but you couldn’t help your cheeks turn a light shade of red. You accepted the offer and wandered out the classroom and onward to Pop’s Diner.

It was a week after you met up with Juggie at Pop’s to discuss how you would negotiate sharing the role of documenting the entire process of creating ‘Carrie’. It was such a special afternoon, just you two alone, eating your go-to burgers and talking until the sun began to slip behind the treeline.

Rehearsals began this afternoon, after school, and you agreed to meet Jughead outside the school auditorium a few minutes before rehearsal was scheduled to start.

You were there way too early, that you waited a good 10 minutes before he turned up.

“Hey Y/N, have you been waiting here long?” he asked, before you shook your head.

The pair of you made your way inside the auditorium, taking a seat in the general audience seats. Jughead began to pull out two cameras from his bag, setting them down on the seat in between the both of you.

“Alright, so like we agreed, I’ll video,” he muttered as he continued to grab other cords and tidbits from his bag, “And you shall photograph what should be a ‘life-changing musical.’” He spoke in imitation of Kevin’s often over-the-top enthusiasm.

You gave a small laugh at the Southside Serpent, and picked up a camera, before quickly taking a photo of Jughead.

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be taking photos of anyone but me?” Jughead asked, confusion and laughter in his tone.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Jughead Jones,” you responded, smiling as you brought the camera back up to your eyes and took another candid shot of him. When you viewed the photo you had just taken, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt.

The next week felt like it went by extremely quickly, with rehearsals every day after school, and both days of the weekend. Even though you weren’t singing or dancing or doing any acting, taking photos of everyone that was performing made you feel exhausted just trying to keep up with them.

But while it was a tiring week, it was always worth it. You wish you could say it was because you were helping out one of your closest friends, Kevin, to document his artistry. But then you would be lying.

Spending every day and so many moments with Jughead was what made everything worth it. You had so many opportunities to chat and laugh, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, enjoy the musical performances together.

Although you were both on documenting protocol, they were often times that you weren’t with one another, as you may have been up on stage getting up-close footage of Cheryl as Carrie White, or the intimate love songs that Archie and Betty would sing to one another. In fact, you even captured a hilarious photograph of Veronica’s face of jealousy and pettiness when the pair were singing. Oh goodness, that girl was such a classic.

You actually hadn’t seen any of the footage that Jughead had taken during the week, as he insisted it was no good, and needed to be edited together in an interesting montage style video before being viewed by anyone.

It was nearing the end of the 9th day of rehearsals, and both you and Jughead were doing your own thing, capturing photos and video of the cast singing the finale song, until Kevin called cut to finish the scene.

“Thank you for all of your hard work everyone, I will see you tomorrow same time, same place!” Kevin yelled out to the cast on stage, and motioned for everyone to move out of the auditorium, before shouting again, “Jughead and Y/N! Can you please meet me over by the stage please?”

Jughead was already side of stage, so he slowly wandered out and sat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling down and lay his camera beside him. You walked quickly from the back of the auditorium to the stage, and stood beside Kevin, who was in front of Jughead.

“Alright guys,” Kevin began, “I thought since we are about half way through rehearsals now, I was wondering if I could see what you guys have documented so far! Then I can know if we need any more snaps of anything else.”

“Sure!” you said excitedly, knowing full well you were actually super proud of the photos you had taken, and knew that Kev would be excited to see them as well. But as you said that, Jughead quickly stood up.

“Actually sorry Kevin,” Jughead started to explain, “I actually would prefer it if you saw the end product of the video. It’s just that I don’t really think that it looks…”

Jughead was quickly interrupted by Kevin snatching away the camera from the stage, from where Jughead had left it, and began to turn it on.

“I’m sorry Jughead, but I will feel much better about the end product if I know what the footage is like,” Kevin explained.

Kevin pressed play on one of the videos taken a few days earlier, and Jughead jumped from the stage trying to stop him, but you quickly pushed him away, trying to see the video for yourself.

The video began showing Veronica starting her solo song, and began to pan to the backup dancers who were clicking to the beat. So far it was looking really great, and you saw Kev smile at the sight of his masterpiece.

The footage continued to go between Veronica and the backup dancers for a little while, before it began to pan around to the rows of seats where the audience would sit. Where you were sitting. The video began to zoom in closer and closer, till it was just you in the frame. You saw yourself snapping a few photos with the flash going off. Each time you took a photo, you saw yourself look down at your camera and smile at the photo you had just taken. It felt like you were being filmed for what felt like over a minute before the video finally ended.

Why would he film you? Was it just part of the documenting process? Maybe it was just that one video.

You looked over at Jughead for a response, and he was just sitting back on the stage, head in his hands. Kev looked slightly confused, but moved across to the next video and hit play.

This time the video started pointing at the ground for a few seconds, before it slowly turned upward towards side stage. It zoomed closer and closer to the person standing in the wings, with her camera flashing towards Archie and Betty who were singing their duet. And that person was you, again. You felt your heart pick up several paces faster and your mouth fall slightly ajar, as you watched the camera continue to focus on you. Even as you moved out of the wings and onto the main stage, the video continued to follow your every move, never once changing focus.

Kevin paused the video, looked at you briefly and then scrunched his forehead at Jughead, who was still looking towards the ground.

“Uh… Jughead…” Kevin stammered, “What’s going on?”

Jughead raised his head, and you saw a pain in his eyes, as he looked earnestly at Kevin to drop the subject. Kevin took a few moments to register the hint, and he walked over to Jughead and placed the camera beside him once again.

“I’m just going to head off,” Kev said awkwardly, before she shuffled quickly out of the auditorium.

You stood in silence, looking at Jughead for answers. He looked towards you and prepared himself to say something, but nothing came out.

You had a million thoughts running through your brain in those moments of silence. Why would he film you? Did he think you were a suspect in the Black Hood case? Was he trying to catch you in a moment of embarrassment? But you still had no clue whatsoever.

“Y/N,” Jughead finally said, interrupting your thoughts, “You were never meant to see them.”

You furrowed your brow, and exclaimed, “Well, why would you film me in the first place? Is this apart of some crazy scheme to humiliate me or something?” You felt a sense of anger in your tone.

“No, god no!” Jughead responded, shaking his head as he hopped off the stage and took a step towards you, “It’s just that…” He trailed off, stuck in his words.

“That what, Jug?” you asked softly.

“You fascinate me, Y/N. You light up any room you walk into, and I just wanted to see you over and over, even when we weren’t together,” he said, and then quickly spat out, “But not like in a creepy way! Sorry if it came out really creepy and stalkerish, because it’s not like that at all.”

You let out a small laugh, and you began to feel your eyes prick with happy tears. “No! It didn’t sound like that at all.”

Taking a step closer to Jughead, you began to feel your heart in your throat, begging to be released. You took a deep breath, before beginning to talk.

“Jug, I haven’t been able to tell you this, because I’ve felt so certain that it would end in rejection. But, you are just always on my mind, and I feel so warm and safe with you, and I just couldn’t imagine my life without you and I…”

Your sentence was interrupted by the feeling of a pair of lips pressing against your own. Jughead slowly pulled his lips away from yours, but still kept his head close.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but beam from ear to ear, “And for the record, all those things you said about me, I feel the same for you.”

You didn’t hesitate to return the kiss that he had given you a few moments earlier. It lasted many moments longer than before, and you could feel Jughead begin to smile during the kiss. You didn’t want this moment to end. It was everything you could have asked for, and more.

Finally, you began to lift your lips from his, and you stood up straight again, turning your gaze to the camera that still laid on the stage.

“You know,” you began, “We’re going to have to spend a lot more time actually filming the musical, otherwise at the end of all of this, Kevin will be in complete outrage.”

He gave a laugh, and nodded. “Yeah, I kind of dropped the ball on that one there. But since I won’t be seeing you through the lens of the camera as much anymore, maybe we could debrief after each rehearsal, you know, for the sake of the musical.”

You gave a small laugh at Jughead, whose demeanour seem lighter than usual now, and nodded along, “Mhmm, sure. I guess if it’s for the sake of the musical, then we must.”

Jughead walked over to the stage, grabbed his camera and walked to where his bag was laying, before slinging it over his shoulder. He then reached out his hand towards you, with a gleam of joy in his eyes. You gladly grabbed onto it, and slowly made your way out of the auditorium.

You didn’t really know where you were going to end up, but you figured it was likely it would be a booth at Pop’s.You both had a lot to discuss… oh, about the musical of course…

203 notes · View notes

jughead-cole · 7 years

Photo

“Tell me every terrible thing that you ever did, and let me love you anyway”

Masterlist (x)

#jughead jones #jughead jones imagine #cole sprouse #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jughead imagine #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #jughead oneshot #jughead x reader #jughead imagines #jughead jones oneshot

411 notes · View notes

ao3feed-jarchie · 1 year

Text

Summertrip with my crush

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/grmfl5M

by Ace_Fanboy0405

Jughead had been feeling a little… weird around Archie over the recent time. Certain things were happening when he was seeing him — or simply thinking about him.

For a long time, he didn’t know how to describe that feeling. Now he knew why though.

He had a crush.

And Archie just asked him out to go to the July 4th festival together, which meant sleeping in one bed of a crappy motel because it was the cheapest way.

Words: 1469, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of Jughead x Archie works, Part 32 of Riverdale Oneshots

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Fred Andrews, Betty Cooper, Kevin Keller

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Summer, Summer Vacation, make out, new romance - Freeform, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Fourth of July, Wet Dream, confessing one’s feelings, Jughead being all blushes for his best friend, Top Archie Andrews, Bottom Jughead Jones, Useless reasons to justify sleeping in one bed, one bed trope

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/grmfl5M

#ao3feed #fanfic #jarchie #riverdale #jughead x archie #ifttt

2 notes · View notes

bettys-babes · 7 years

Text

best part // jughead jones

a jughead jones imagine.

written by: ace

summary: Y/N writes quite a bit but is disheartened when Jughead critics her songwriting skills, not knowing it was her.

playlist! (but i recommend Best Part by Daniel Caesar for this one x)

masterlist!

Squatting on her chair, she aggressively nibbles on the pencil eraser, accidentally bitting off the whole thing.

Her face grows in disgust, spitting it out but missing the trash can. She hops off the chair, almost losing balance but regaining it quickly.

Her eyes gaze over a memo note from someone as she walks over to pick up the bitten eraser.

She grins in glee at the thought.

The thought of the memo, not the eraser.

"A writer should have this little voice inside of you saying, Tell the truth. Reveal a few secrets here." The little faded pastel yellow memo read.

Jughead didn't know Y/N's crush was on him, he only knew she liked someone.

Her nights stretched out to become longer— even reaching sunrise— 'cause all she wanted to prioritize was a song.

She was writing a melody. A song where she can express her emotions to him.

She adored writing music, it was something that relieved her stress.

The daylight after, Y/N chased Archie down the hallway just to ask him for his opinion. "A-Archie, h-h-he-he—" She groans exhaustedly, placing her hands on her knees whilst bending.

His eyebrow raises up, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I ch-cha-sed you here 'c-aus-e I need h-he-help." She struggles to get out, still regaining her breath.

Her eye bags that were created in the span of a week were fully visible in the morning after. She felt pretty lightheaded right after that small chase.

"With...?" Archie with his eyebrow still raised, does a continuing gesture but concerned about her appearance.

"I-I'm going to confess." She manages to sigh out fully, repositioning to a straighter posture.

His eyes widen at the brave action she wanted to do, "Shit, how do you plan on confessing?"

She giddily smiles, raising the torn up folder she held and pointing the guitar strapped on her back.

She tilts her head to the side, "Can we go to the music room?"

He nods back with the same amount of excitement she has, somewhat running but not really to the music room.

Y/N hands him a last-minute sloppily written copy of the song she wrote.

She gently lifts her guitar from its case, her fingers running to strum the strings.

She sucks in air, releasing a shaky breath before starting, "You don't know babe. When you hold me and kiss me slowly, it's the the sweetest thing and it don't change."

"If I had it my way, you would know that you are,"

"You're the coffee that I need in the morning, you're my sunshine in the rain when its pouring."

"Won't you give yourself to me, give it to me all."

"I just wanna see how beautiful you are, you know that I see it. I know you're a star. Where you go I follow, no matter how far."

"If life is a movie, oh you're the best part." She smiles down at her instrument, continuing the following chords to be played.

"You're the one that I desire, when we wake up,"

"You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert, you're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts. You're my sunshine."

"If life is a movie, oh you're the best part." Archie's voice fades as he reads the lyrics to Jughead.

Jughead's unreadable expression, his eyes staring down at the table, making Archie fiddle of the sides of the paper.

Jug bites the inside of his cheek, then facing his best friend, "Its too cliché."

"You don't like it?" Archie interrogates him, feeling upset that Y/N's efforts had gone down the drain. "I don't know. It's so typical. ‘If life is a movie, you're the best part’? I mean, thanks or whatever but it isn't enough to woo me." He leaned back towards the couch at Pop's, criticizing the songwriting of a person he has no clue wrote.

She sat at the very front, being left unnoticed since it wasn't too packed but it had a couple of kids hanging around in the booths.

She heard it from beginning to end, deciding that her song was indeed, too cheesy.

Y/N's emotions abandoned her mind. She felt numbness overtake her body.

She quickly stands to leave with a paper bag of greasy goodness and an ice cold cup serving of a vanilla milkshake in her hands, her guitar now securely mounted on her back.

Rushing home, her tears flew back behind her almost like leaving a trail of droplets.

She lied on her bed, writing and revamping on where she thought she went wrong.

Y/N stayed up until daylight to figure out what he didn't like, she couldn't be insulted because it was Jughead.

If he told her to wreak and burn her guitar, she'd do it without hesitating. That's how much she's dedicate her personal things for him.

Dragging her feet down the hallway, gripping the strap of her case and gripping yet another folder in her other hand.

She heads towards the Blue & Gold room to finally say what she wants to.

Peeping through the window, it was a sight she didn't want to see.

Elizabeth Cooper with Forsythe Pendleton III's lips attached to one another as if they were stitched together.

Y/N moped and struggled to breathe in the comfort of her own space.

Her fingers danced on her phone screen to type a number she’s known for years, someone who can do anything for shits and giggles, someone you can talk to until midnight.

((musical cutie)): hey keller, you up?

Read at 9:27 P.M.

sir keller: yeah, i am. what's up?

Read at 9:30 P.M.

((musical cutie)): betty and jughead are a thing, apparently

Read at 9:30 P.M.

sir keller: wtf? i thought you confessed??

Read at 9:31 P.M.

((musical cutie)): *was going to confess but jughead heard the song from archie and he said it was too clicje

*cluche

9:31 P.M.

**CLICHE

Read at 9:32 P.M.

sir keller: i swear that boy will be dead once i see him

Read at 9:33 P.M.

((musical cutie)): and i saw him kissing betty so

Read at 9:33 P.M.

sir keller: need me to come over?

Read at 9:34 P.M.

((musical cutie)): thank you, i wanted u to but its too late

n if its alright, can it just be the both of us on a table tmrrw?

Read at 9:35 P.M.

sir keller: anytime boo xx

Read at 9:36 P.M.

((musical cutie)): anyways, thank u sm ilysm

Read at 9:49 P.M.

sir keller: ilyt see u tmrrw xx

Read at 9:50 P.M.

Y/N lets out an exhausted groan, tossing her phone onto the carpeted ground.

She hated crying. She said to herself that it was a sign of weakness, a sign of defeat.

But she couldn't help and let stream of her salty tears drip on her pillows.

Her fingers find their way to her hair, gripping and tugging on the ends.

One last run of her hand through her hair, she turns on her side to face out the window.

Rain drops tap against the pained glass. The wind whistled causing the trees to sway.

'Hopefully tomorrow will be better.' Y/N hoped and wished, not letting negative things fill her mind.

224 notes · View notes

imagine-the-feels · 7 years

Text

Who I Am

Request: hey! i love your blog and i was wondering if i could request an angsty one shot of jughead gettin confortable with you in a relationship and telling you about his asexuality and you tell him that you're genderqueer and bi (i know it's kinda personal but i'd really love to read it) :) i hope i'm requesting in the right way,thanks in advance and sorry if this request is anoying

A/N: This if for @mintybogdanow (i believe, I hope so. And this request isn’t annoying :)). It’s been way too long and I’m catching up on a lot of people’s requests because I want to be reliable to my readers. It’s thankgiving break, and I want to improve my writing because you guys deserve the best. And I’m also looking for a new style header for imagines (like above). Any submissions/suggestions?

Word Count: 1530

Warnings: angst, language

When Jughead moved to the Southside, you might as well have moved with him. Ever since you both started sophomore year, before everything went to hell, you were each other’s ride-or-dies. You were the investigator to his journalist, and he was the brood to your sunshine. Despite you both being an extremely odd pair, you both knew each other enough on a level that others couldn’t comprehend.

But you both didn’t know each other as well as you thought.

There were things about yourself you didn’t let anyone know--that you refused Jughead to know about. They were about who you are, inside and out--and while you weren’t ashamed of it, you were afraid of what others would think.

When you met Toni Topaz you realized you both were in the same boat--albeit she was more open about it--and she’s been encouraging you to embrace who you are.

If only you’d listen.

Fuck.

What the fuck were you doing?

The world around you slowed down, and time seemed to stop when Jughead’s lips met yours. His hands softly cupped your cheeks, and both of you held your breath to see what the next move would be.

Suddenly, the situation at hand slammed into you like a truck, and all oxygen left your body. Jughead was your best friend--you didn’t think he had any romantic feelings towards you, and the thought that he liked you without even knowing who you really were--it made you sick.

Immediately you placed your palms on his chest and pushed, suddenly feeling cold as he was shoved back away from you. Without a second thought you stumbled off of the couch, and rushed to the door where you tried to get out of the trailer as fast as possible.

You heard Jughead call after you, and against your better judgement you stopped, breathing heavily outside. You heard the door slam behind you, and you swallowed thickly--what was he going to think?

He rushed in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed and his chest rising fast with exhaustion. You refused to meet his eyes, but you felt the burn of them anyway.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He snapped, and your head went up quickly to see his narrowed eyes. “Am I too bad of a person to deserve a relationship with you?’

“Jughead I--”

“Save it (Y/N),” he growled, looking away as his black hair fell into his face. “And to think I wanted to tell you--” He stopped immediately, scoffing before shaking his head.

“Tell me what Jug?” You whispered, and you regretted it as soon as his venomous gaze was back on you.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, looking down. “I think it’s best that you leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Without another word, he shoved past you back into the trailer and you opened your mouth to call after him. But as a tear fell down you closed your mouth, knowing the only thing that would escape would be a cry.

Toni noticed that both you and Jughead were off about 2 weeks in. You both refused to stay in the same room, you refused to speak to each other, and when she had the pleasure of being in-between the two of you she felt like she’d suffocate from the tension.

Eventually she got tired of it, and decided to confront the more stubborn of you two--Jughead. If she got him to break through, it wouldn’t be that hard to have to comply also.

Jughead yelled in surprise when he walked into his home, to see Toni at the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. “Why do you have like--no food?” Toni sighed, rolling her eyes as she closed the door.

“I’m sorry I don’t have food ready for people who break into my house,” Jughead bit back sarcastically, throwing his bag onto the couch before he himself following in suit. “What are you even doing here?”

“Intervention,” Toni replied cheerfully, finding icecream in the freezer and taking the whole tub. After grabbing two spoons, she plopped herself right next to the new serpent, offering a utensil that he gladly took.

“If this is about what I think it is,” Jughead said around a mouth of ice cream. “I’d rather you leave now.”

“Oh darn,” she said in a monotonous voice. “You have avoided my advances by a few simple words. Now I must move on.”

Jughead gave a quick chuckle, grabbing another scoop of icecream and sighing. “Fine.”

“(Y/N) vaguely told me what happened between the two of you,”Toni became serious, turning her full attention on him. “And listen Jughead, it’s not my place to tell you these things, so I’ll leave most of it to her. But (Y/N) is going through a lot internally, and when they pushed you away after the kiss, it was more because of them than you.”

“Please don’t give me the ‘It’s-not-you-it’s-me’ talk.”

Toni shook her head. “I wish it were that simple.” She paused, licking her lips as she tried to find the right words. “It’s hard to explain it to you, but it’d be best if you gave her the time of day and just listened to them Jughead. If you still don’t want to see her after, I respect that. All I ask is for you to listen.”

Jughead stopped eating the icecream, sighing as silence fell over the both of them.

“Alright,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor. “I’ll do it.”

The last person you expected at your door at 11pm at night was Jughead. Seeing him and the stern look on his face brought back the memories of that night, and almost immediately tears were brought to your eyes like every other time for the past 2 weeks.

“Jughead,” you whispered, clearing your throat to speak up. You stepped aside, gripping the handle of your door for dear life. “Come in.”

He shook his head, and your heart dropped at the motion. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather if you joined me out here.”

Nodding silently, you slipped on your slippers next to the door, wrapping the robe around you tighter around yourself. You stepped outside cautiously, closing the door slowly and sitting down next to Jughead on your porch swing.

You took a deep breath as you both gazed upon your front lawn, neither of you speaking. You were scared about what he was going to say, if this conversation would end up like a big mess just as the last one was--and as you started to panic, Jughead let out a deep breath and relaxed.

“I’m asexual.”

Youu slowly turned to meet his gaze, your mouth open in curiosity. Jughead shrugged at your look, flicking his hair away from his eyes. “It’s something I’ve known for awhile, and it’s not exactly something I advertise.” He let out a short laugh. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told directly, but I’m about 90% Toni guessed it.”

“Toni has a knack for these things,” you mumbled, and he let out a bigger chuckle.

“That she does.” Silence settled over you two again, not as suffocating as before. “Toni came to talk to me,” he confessed. “She explained that you’re going through things yourself, and that I was a dick when I yelled at you.”

You shook your head, falling back into the swing’s cushions, causing it to sway softly. “You’re not a dick Jughead. Was the yelling a little uncalled for? Maybe, but it was also my fault for not being completely honest with you throughout our whole friendship.”

You took in another deep breath, closing your eyes. “It’s not that I’m going through things--I know who I am through and through. There are days where I am completely and utterly proud of it, because I found what I’m meant to be. But there are also days where I’m scared where if there were anyone else who knew, they’d think I was a complete and utter freak.” Your voice clogged with tears towards the end, and you felt Jughead’s arms slip across your shoulders. You leaned into him gratefully, gasping the tears back.

“I’m genderqueer, and I’m also bisexual,” you stated, and almost immediately you felt a weight lifted off.

“That doesn’t change the way I see you,” Jughead told you lowly. “You’re still an amazing person, and a badass friend that’s always been there for me. How am I supposed to judge you for who you are?”

You didn’t answer him, and you both enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bodies next to each other. “What about the kiss?” You whispered, trying not t ruin the comfortable atmosphere you both ended up in.

“Eh,” Jughead sighed. “I’m sorry baby. I think I like you better as my best friend.”

You giggled, shaking your head in his shoulder before nodding. “Okay. I didn’t want to be the one to say it.”

Jughead joined in your laughs, kissing the top of your head. “I love you though.”

You sighed, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too Jug.”

126 notes · View notes