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waterloou · 6 years

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Soccer Daze

ymy fave @s-s-southsideserpentine requested the prompt “you make me feel like a freakin soccer mom”

I hope I did Ruthie justice.

FP groaned as he heard Jughead huff. The 17 year old sat in the backseat of his dad’s van, squished against Sweet Pea and Fangs while Abuela and Atzi sat in the middle seats, and Ruthie in the front.

“Why am I being dragged to the game again?” he groaned. Sweet Pea punched his arm.

“To support Queenie dumbass”

“Aye! Wesley!”

“Sorry Abuela” the older woman returned to her conversation with Atzi.

Fangs sat happily between the two teens, snickerdoodles and oranges on his lap. He munched happily on an orange, occasionally being jostled by one of the younger serpents, pushing each other.

“YOU TWO! KNOCK IT OFF!” Ruthie scolded from the front seat, twisting around to shoot her brother a look.

“Sorry Ruthie” he mumbled, head bowed. Jughead replied in a similar manner and looked out the window.

Sweet Pea grabbed the snickerdoodle container and started to snack on them.

“Mijo, you’re gonna get a stomach ache if you keep eating cookies. Also Fangs made them for Queenie” Abuela scolded the tall teen,

“Damelo” the smaller women held out her hand, and he hesitantly placed it in her hand.

“Fangs” Fangs sighed and gave her the container of oranges. Jughead pulled a hamburger from his jacket and took a bite.

“How long has that been in there?” Fangs asked, Jughead shrugged.

“I went to pop’s yesterday”

“And you’re eating it?”

“It’s not like its moldy or something”

“Dude thats gross”

“You’re gross” he spat back, taking another large bite.

“Can you all stop bickering back there? You make me feel like a soccer mom. And none of you even play any sports!” FP yelled, looking at them through the rear view mirror.

“Sweet Pea plays basketball!”

“Most of you don’t even play sports!” the boys quieted, and Ruthie sighed and massaged her temples.

“Some day off”

“Once we get out, it’ll be fun, yeah?” FP spared a glance over at the younger woman just in time to see a small smile spread across her face.

“If you say so” he turned back to face the road, sporting a smile of his own.

They got to the game a little before it started, the boys tumbling out of the backseat after the two older ladies. Atzi shuffled quickly towards the field.

“Atzi! Oi! Your cane!” Abuela went rushing after the small woman.

“Queenie needs her food!”

“You need to be stable when you walk!”

“I’ll be fine!” Atzi waved her friend off. Abuela put the cane in her hand and took the containers.

“If you fall down again, don’t expect me to come running over. I keep telling you to get that life alert thing” Atzi smiled at her friend, before taking her free hand with her own.

“If its my time to go, then I will let him take me” she squeezed her hand, and continued toward the field, pulling along a slightly stunned abuela.

“Abuelita! Abuela! Hola!” Queenie jogged over to the two older women and was given a group hug.

“Oh mijita, you look so beautiful in your suit!” Atzi reached up to pinch her cheek. Abuela pulled her down so she could place a kiss on her cheek.

“Mija, we brought you snacks” Atzi placed the two containers in her hands.

“Why are they half full?”

“Sweet Pea and Fangs were in charge of them”

“Abuela, you know that’s a bad idea. They eat everything. Human vacuums, remember?”

“They gave me the eyes” Queenie rolled her eyes before spotting the others trailing behind them. She ran around the two older ladies to jump into a hug with Sweet Pea and Fangs.

“You made it!”

“Atzi would have skinned us if we didn’t”

“She would do no such thing!”

“You’re right, it was abuela” she squeezed them before letting go and stepping back.

“You two need to stop eating my snacks”

“It was a long ride and I was hungry!” “Jones was being a little bitch I needed a distraction!” they said at the same time.

“Well, whatever it is, I don’t care. Go help them up the stairs before Atzi trips or something” she pushed them away to be met with FP and Ruthie.

“FP!” he picked the tall teen up and spun her around.

“Hey string bean!” he kissed her head before putting her down.

“You’re getting too tall for me to keep doing that kiddo” he ruffled her hair and she batted his hand away.

“You’ll do it until you can’t lift me anymore and you know it” she narrowed her eyes with a wild grin.

“You got me there.” Queenie turned to Ruthie, and opened her arms.

“Ruthless, thanks for coming!” she squeezed the other woman.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! Championships, right?!”

“Yeah! I’m pumped!” Queenie broke away with a little hop.

“That everyone?”

“No-JUGHEAD!” FP called. Jughead was in the middle of fishing a few fries out of his pocket.

“What?”

“Come here, we need to get our seats-And where do you keep getting that food?” Jughead shrugged, and huffed before passing by the adults and girl.

“What? No hug? No hello?” He stopped, and turned around.

“Congrats” he deadpanned, before heading to the bleachers.

“Wow, what a joyous young man he’s grown into” FP shoved her shoulder lightly.

“Get to the field, kid. Go knock some skulls” her grin returned and she ran off toward the field, where her coach scolded her for leaving.

Queenie was a goalie, and damn good at her job. She was tall and able to block balls easily. It was the last few minutes of the game, and she was doing a good job of blocking, until one of the other players kicked and missed the ball, their cleat colliding with her face. Hard. and her vision went black.

She woke up in a hospital room, with the serpents and her teammates huddled around her. She felt light and airy, but her mouth felt weird, so did her nose, and her head hurt.

“Wha?”

“She’s awake!”

“Hey kiddo!”

“Nasty kick you took to the face”

“Did-did we win?” she asked,taking in her surroundings. The coach held up the trophy with a smile.

“Yep”

“Wicked” she smiled around the gauze in her mouth.

“Wha happenth?”

“You got your nose broken and teeth knocked out. Also a concussion”

“I’ve had worsth” she shrugged, and leaned heavily to the side. One of them righted her up and she patted their shoulder.

“Thankth persthon” she patted their arm for a minute.

“I’m goin back to sthleep, nighty nite” and with that, she knocked out. Everyone gave each other a confused look.

“Is that normal?” FP asked Ruthie.

“She’ll be fine. Not sure how much that was the painkillers, and how much it was Queenie. She is the oddball. Nothing out of the ordinary. Don’t worry too much Papa Bear” she winked at him and patted his cheek before going over to Sweet Pea.

FP grinned goofily after her for a minute before righting himself. He turned to be met with the unamused look of his son. He was holding a burger and fries in his hands.

“Damn kid, how do you not turn into a blob?” Jughead just shrugged, and took a bite of burger.

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friendshqs · 4 years

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Meet Jughead Jones! Some say he’s got a lot in common with Chandler Bing, but he doesn’t see it. Unfortunately for you, he is taken.

Name: Jughead Jones

Age: 26

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Accountant

Character Traits

positive: intelligent, trustworthy, witty negative: aloof, moody, sloppy

Helpful Hints

the chandler is stuck in a dead end job at an office he hates. he’s good at numbers and figures, but english is his true passion and he can’t wait to bust out of his cubicle and write the next great american tale. after graduating college, he desperately grabbed the first job he could find and now he’s stuck until he either gets the courage to try something new or finishes writing his novel.

the chandler is the self proclaimed “sarcastic loner” of the group. he’s witty, cynical, intelligent, and broody. he prefers to keep to himself most of the time but he loves his group of friends with the ferocity only a lone wolf could of his pack. he grew up with an absentee mother who left him when he was sixteen and a father who preferred to hang with “the boys” and ignore his responsibilities. because of this, the chandler has always had very jaded views on life. he’s the first one to crack a joke during the most inappropriate of times and he’s almost always ironically amused when things fall apart around him. his quick tongue and biting sense of humor can often get him into sticky situations.

the chandler grew up with the joey and the monica so he considers himself closest to them. him and the monica bonded over their love of film, literature, and feeling the weight of the world on their shoulders. him and the joey became roommates as soon as they graduated high school and even though their personalities couldn’t be any more different, they still get along like peanut butter and jelly. the chandler feels close to everyone but he has known the joey and the monica the longest, so they’re usually who lets in past his guarded walls first.

the chandler loves everything about new york and wants to live in the city as long as he possibly can. it’s his people. he loves watching passerbys, breathing in the smog, the sirens going off late at night and how the city never really sleeps, just like him. for being the one who is the least sentimental, the chandler has a strong attachment to his home and the people around him.

the chandler picked up the habit of smoking when he was younger and is trying to quit but is having a hard time doing so. it’s his stress relief and while he tries to avoid alcohol and drugs, smoking is the one vice he just can’t seem to let go.

Headcanons

jughead is the WORST person to netflix binge anything with. he’s got many opinions and he rarely keeps them to himself.

jughead loves to go to poetry nights at the cafe but is too nervous to ever share any of his writing.

jughead’s favorite food is a hamburger and he even enjoys crappy take out burgers.

jughead hasn’t talked to his parents since he graduated high school. he sends them christmas cards each year but that’s it.

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whipashwhipash · 7 years

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Disney- 6

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5

The next morning Jughead expected to wake up with his nose filled with the scent of her girlfriend, strawberry and vanilla. But instead all he smelt was unmistakably Archie. Sweat and cheap cologne.

He pulled himself out of the bed and into the bathroom, eyes almost closed. After he finally cleaned himself up and put on his outfit for the day, grateful that when he came out of the bathroom Archie was already awake. He was so happy that he didn’t have to wake up the cranky sleeping beauty.

“Ok let’s go, we have to go meet the girls in ten minutes.” Jughead said, sitting on the couch while Archie pulls on his blue jeans and a Donald Duck shirt that he probably bought the day before.

They finally changed and closed the hotel room door behind them. They saw two girls sitting outside on a bench, a blonde ponytail resting on a raven haired girls shoulder.

“Hey" Archie said, walking towards the two girls.

They both stood up and adjusted their bags, Veronica never looking at Jughead, and Betty only giving him a small glance and a baby smile.

Oh how much he wanted to go and kiss her on those lips.

But he couldn’t. Because of Adam.

The four teenagers went and found their way onto a bus and made their way to the park of the day, Epcot. They would all usually be excited out of their minds to still be in Disney, but there was some sort of moodiness that had washed over the group, that even the happiest place on earth couldn’t fix.

“I’m going to go talk to Betty and see if she’s ok. I’ll send Veronica back here.” Archie said, tapping jughead on the shoulder. By the time Veronica and Archie switched spots on the bus, they had arrived at the park. They all hopped off of the bus and entered the park, Betty and Archie still walking together.

“So, what’s up with you?” Veronica asked, nudging Jughead’s arm with her own. It was a weird feeling for him. Veronica and Jughead had never really bonded. Or talked alone for that matter.

“Nothing.” Jughead said, trying to ignore the intense stare from her girlfriends best friend.

“Jones, we may not be best friends, but you are my best friends girlfriend. And I can read people. So, what is going on in that dark Holden Caulfield brain on yours?” Veronica asked, tapping her manicured fingers on his knitted beanie.

“Ok, you know Adam?” Jughead said as Veronica nodded along with the taller boy. “Well I know for sure that he likes Betty. And yesterday I saw him and her and they were close. Like very close. And I think she might like him more.”

Veronica just laughed at the boy and rolled her eyes at his stupidity. “Are you kidding me? There is no way that that little blonde princess has any non-platonic emotions for the Justin Bieber wannabe. He may have some feelings for her, but those emotions are not returned.”

“Really?” Jughead said, smiling down at the little feisty girl.

“Of course you idiot. She’s dating you, right?” Veronica said. Before it could pass through his head Veronica and her black heels were rushing off and grabbing Betty’s arm, pulling her away from the two boys.

“So what was that about?” Archie said as Jughead walked up towards him.

“Just your girlfriends reminding me that her best friend is still my best friend.” Jughead said, smiling at the redhead.

“So let’s go and get food. I’m starving.” Archie said as they went up to the first churro stand that they saw.

Throughout the day Jughead continued to try to get Betty alone to talk, but she wasn’t having it. She would pull Archie away to sit next to her on a ride, or Veronica to go to the bathroom or to go try on something in a store. She did whatever she could to get away from Jughead that day.

After they had lunch Betty and Veronica went and left the two boys for what they called a 'girl day’. Archie said it was fine but Jughead tried to give Archie a look, saying that he wasn’t okay with it and he needed to talk to Betty about what happened the night before.

Once the girls went off their way Jughead instantly turned to his best friend and pushed him a little but.

“Dude! Why? I need to talk to Betty!” Jughead said as they walked over to where Mission Space was.

“You can find her later. We need to hang out as bros! We never get top anymore since you got a girlfriend.” Archie said, mumbling the last part.

“Um, so what is Veronica to you? Friend? Sister? Girlfriend? Dude! It wasn’t just me and Betty who got together! You and Veronica did too.” Jughead said, giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

“Yeah you’re right. I guess were just too good looking to not have girlfriends.” Archie said, chuckling. They made their way into the Mission Space line, choosing the orange level.

It was about 5 hours of just the boys going around the park and going on different rides, and going and creating more and more cars on test track. They also went and ate every single things that they could find in the park.

Jughead almost forgot about everything that was happening with Betty after spending so much time with Archie. But then, Veronica came back and popped his bubble. She said a quick hello to Jughead and turned to Archie and started a full on

“Where’s Betty?” Jughead said, completely ignoring whatever the couple were talking about.

“She went around by herself, and I think she wants to go on Ellen’s Energy Adventure later, if you want to find her.” Veronica said, winking.

“Can you ask her when she’s going on it?” Jughead asked, slowly shuffling towards the raven haired princess.

“Fine. Only because you messed up and my best friend thinks you want to break up with her.” Veronica said, making Jughead jump backwards a little bit.

“She thinks I want to break up with her? No!” Jughead said, now standing right next to the brunette, looking over her shoulder at her text messages with Betty.

I’m going in like fifteen minutes. I’m just getting a churro rn.

“There you go! She’s going to be there in fifteen minutes. So, go little Romeo! Go save your relationship.” Veronica said, giggling at the floppy haired boy as he made his way over to the ride that he was planning on meeting Betty at.

He went into the giant room and waited for the blonde to come so he could finally talk to him. He waited and as soon as Ellen came on one of the giant screens and started to talk about Jeopardy, his phone buzzed. He pulled it our of his pocket and saw that Veronica had texted him.

She’s not going there. Decided to do it later. She’s on her way to Spaceship Earth now.

He rolled his eyes and rushed out of the dark room, running towards the big golf ball that was in the middle of the well known park. He made it to the very end of line to enter the ride. He waited almost 20 minutes until he was right about to enter spaceship earth, until he saw an unmistakable blonde ponytail bobbing away from the line. She probably decided that she wanted to get off of the ride or she needed to go to the bathroom or something.

“Oh crap. Betty!” Jughead screamed from his spot in the line, getting ready to hop over the metal barrier that kept the line in, well, line. He grabbed the top part of it and jumped over it, both legs at the same time. He bolted away from the line, ignoring the cast member that was getting mad at him for jumping the barrier. He ignored the yelling that was coming from behind of him.

“Betty! Betty Cooper! Bets!” Jughead yelled, smiling when she turned around after she heard her nickname.

“Hey Jug.” Betty said, only a small smile forming on her face.

“Hey! I’ve been trying to find you all day.” Jughead said, walking up towards the beautiful blonde that was in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to hang out with Veronica and then she wanted to hang out with her boyfriend so I decided to walk around a bit myself.”, Betty said, lightly shrugging her shoulders.

“Makes sense. Anyway, I need to talk to you about something.” Jughead said, grabbing one of Betty’s hands. She looked down and Jughead could see a small blush creeping up on her cheeks, but she wasn’t smiling.

“Yeah, sure. Why don’t we go sit down.” Betty said, pulling her boyfriend to a bench on the outside of a store.

“First things first, I don’t want to break up with you.” Jughead said as soon as they sat down on the wooden bench.

“You don’t?” Betty said, her small smile turning into a full grin.

“No, of course not. Never in my life would I want to break up with you Betty.” Jughead said, tucking a small piece of blonde hair between her ear.

“Well then why were you ignoring me yesterday? And why did you want to switch rooms?” Betty said, looking down at their conjoined hands.

“I saw you with Adam yesterday when I went to the bathroom, going onto Expedition Everest. And I know that it’s not a good reason to be annoyed and I trust you completely, it's just him I don’t trust. And I thought that if I spent a night not with you and witch Archie I would feel better in the morning, but I didn’t. I needed you and I was the one to leave. And seeing you sad last night and today showed me that if were apart, we don’t work. We need to be together. I love you and always want to be with you.” Jughead said, now leaning his forehead against hers.

“I love you too Juggie.” Betty said, standing up. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but instead of answering him she just giggled and pulled him up.

“We have a fireworks show and dinner dumb butt.” Betty said, pulling him towards Italy, where they would be having dinner that night.

“So you guys made up?” Veronica said as they sat down for dinner, smiling at their hand holding.

“Yep.” Betty said, smiling at the three other teens sitting at the table.

Throughout dinner, they talked about their favourite memories, their Instagram posts, how much their parents have texted them, and how much they will remember the best trip ever.

Dinner finally ended and they were on their way to where they were going to watch the final fireworks show of the trip. The sky was darkening and people were gathering around them, ready for the show that was going to be happening.

As soon as they were starting to complain about the waiting, the first firework went off. It was bright red and ginormous, and soon white, orange, green and blue fireworks joined it, going along to very famous Disney songs.

The show was almost over and Betty turned to Jughead, who was very intently watching the bright colours explode right in from of his face.

“You promise you will trust me?” Betty said, snapping Jughead out of his daze.

“I promise.” Jughead said, leaning down to her height.

And, as all cheesy movies end, they sealed their promise with a kiss, and with perfect timing the last firework went off behind them.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my longest Multi-Chapter fan fiction, and I am here to let you know that this is officially the last chapter of Disney World! I really wanted to finish it because I have many more ideas in the works!

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clichesadmusic · 7 years

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It Doesn’t Care

Summary:Jugheads life had been slowly falling apart for as long as he could remember, but it all really went downhill one July 4th.

Trigger Warning: Self Harm, Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Alcoholism, Drugs, Attempted Suicide.

Ship(s): Jarchie, maybe Beronica

Archie Andrews, First Year Musician.....And of Being a Huge Dick

Pro-tip, don’t fail at killing yourself in your room if you don’t want dried blood everywhere because cleaning it out is the worst.

That was how Jughead had spent his day, cleaning his failure from his house. ‘Can’t even kill myself right,’ he thought bitterly as he scrubbed at the carpet with an extra flannel that had gotten too big for him. Jughead knew he should be worried about that because just 2 months ago it had fit him perfectly but he couldn't bring himself to care that much. Instead, he grabbed one of the last things from his old life that he still had, his phone and headphone, placed the headphones over his ears and blasted the music as loud as it would go. He groaned as the most cliche song possible started playing, Boulevard of Broken Dream but as had become the usual, he didn’t care enough to change it.

Throughout the rest of the weekend, Jughead didn’t leave the drive in, he spent his day's cleaning and his night staring at the ceiling wishing the world would stop for just one second so he could get his life together. But such was the theme was his life, the world would not stop for him because it just didn’t care about a boy born on the wrong side of the tracks.

Monday came with a strange amount of courage thrumming through his veins, so when he got to school he walked straight up to Archie Andrews and started talking as if nothing had happened over the summer.

“Hey,” he called as he got close. “Do you think I could use Jason’s death to get out of PE? ‘Sorry, Coach, I’m just too depressed and freaked out right now to do pull-ups’. Which wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth.

“Don’t joke about Jason Blossom,” Archie said, obviously annoyed.

Jughead was confused, had it only taken two months for Archie to forget how Jughead dealt with tragedy. “What? Sardonic humour is just my way of relating to the world.” Archie looked away wearing the particular face he had when he wanted to get mad at someone but couldn’t because he’s too nice for that. Jughead scoffed as he saw Reggie and his crew walking down the hallways. “Look, it’s the rich kids from The Goonies. Alright, I’m out.” With that, he walked away from Archie and down the corridor.

Part way down he bumped into Reggie. “Watch it, Wednesday Addams,” the jock snarked as Jughead just kept walking absentmindedly scratching at his arm where the cuts crisscrossed as he went.

~*~

Just when he thought nothing else could go wrong, life threw another curve ball at him. After Mr Weatherbee’s announcement, he was just walking around the school when he saw Archie in the music room. He peered through the window and what he saw made him want to puke. Archie and Mr, Grundy were...god he couldn’t even think about it, they were kissing. So this is why Archie had skipped out on him during the summer. Jughead knew the ginger would never love him the way he did, but he never thought seeing him with another person would hurt like this and he all but sprinted out of the school. He barely made it outside before the vomit climbed up his throat, puking the little food he had eaten into the bushes beside the school. It was then he decided he had to do something, this relationship would destroy Archie in the end and no matter how much Archie may hate him, he would never let anything bad happen if he could help it.

~*~

Jughead waited on Archie's porch for him to get home, planning out everything he would say as to hurt the other boy as little as possible. He perked up as he heard the ginger speak. “Jug. What’s up?” Oh, how Jughead had missed the nicknames, something so small but so important.

“What’s up is I saw you, Archie,” Jughead exclaimed standing up and moving towards his former best friend. “In the music room. With Ms Grundy.”

Archie moved closer, closing the distance between the two boys and responded frantically. “Keep your voice down, my dad’s inside.”

“I’m trying to help you,” Jughead replied, exasperated. “Dude. I’m trying to be your friend here. Even though we’re not anymore. How long?” He paused. “You and Grundy?”

“Since the summer,” Archie replied before looking off into the distance as if what he was about to admit was the biggest secret he had ever told. “I like her.”

Jughead scoffed, so he was right, this lady had taken precedence over him this summer. “So I’m guessing she's the reason you’ve been acting weird since summer?”

“One of them,” Archie said cryptically.

“‘One of them,’ there's more?” Maybe there was a real reason Archie had abandoned him, one that mattered.

“We were at Sweetwater River on July 4th,” Oh, so he was right, he ditched their road trip plans for a girl. “We heard a gunshot, the gunshot.”

“Dude, you have to tell somebody,” Jughead called.

“I can’t. Neither can you. If people find out about Grundy…”

“A kid is dead Archie,” Jughead cried at the other. “And you’re worried about...some cougar?”

“Don’t call her that,” Archie defended. “Okay, she’s not like that, she cares about me.”

“Stab in the dark,” Jughead shrugged, exasperated. “I’m guessing she cares more about herself. She’s the one who told you not to say anything, right? Look, I saw you guys. She’s messing with you, man. And she’s messing with your mind…”

Archie got visibly angry and Jughead flinched back when he started talking. “What the hell do you even know about it, Jughead. Or about me, even?”

Tears burned the back of his eyes and he looks away. “Nothing. But I used to know this guy once. Archie Andrews.He wasn’t perfect but...” He began to walk down the driveway as he sighed and continued speaking. “He always tried to do the right thing, at least.

“Jug,” Archie sighed and turned around. Jughead had a flash of hope, maybe he’s going to apologise for what happened but that hope drained as he saw the hard look in Archie's eyes. “If you tell anyone about this…”

Was Archie...threatening him? “What? What are you gonna do.” Any pain Archie could think of to put him through would never be worse that what he’d already experienced.

The front door opened and Fred Andrews stood in the doorway. “Hey, Jug. Coming in? We got take-out from Pop’s.” Oh god yes please, Jughead hadn’t had anything that resembled a full meal for longer than he could remember.

“He was just leaving,” Archie responded his eyes challenging Jughead to refuse. His stomach cramped as he thought of the food and the comfort that came with the thought of the Andrews household.

Jughead turned around to hide the hurt look that he knew marred his features and walked away with his head down.

~*~

At school the following day Jughead was in the student lounge thinking everything over in the corner, half listening to the conversations panning out in front of him. Until he heard Reggie talking about the murder of Jason Blossom.

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now lets be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid.”

‘Ah yes because the ace of spades, Forsythe Pendleton Jones, is so focused on having the sex’ Jughead thought.

“Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak, like Jughead?” Reggie continued turning towards the boy. “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 before responding “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?”

“Come here, you little…” Reggie vaulted over the couch and Jughead pressed himself against the wall, memories of his father flashing through his mind.

Suddenly Archie stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Reggie. “Hey shut the hell up, Reggie.”

“What do you care, Andrews,” Reggie demanded stepping closer to the ginger.

“Nothing, leave him alone.”

“Holy crap,” Reggie stepped back as if he had just learned the secrets to the universe. “Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?”

Archie lost his temper and lunged at Reggie. Jughead surged forward as Archie got pushed into the vending machine, Jugheads heart dropped when the glass shattered and Archie took a fist to the face. As was a recurring moment in his life recently, Jughead felt his throat closing up and bolted out the room before anyone could notice his oncoming panic attack.

~*~

The next day at the football game, Jughead saw Archie talking to Ms Grundy looking determined, after speaking he stormed away toward the blue eyed boy.

“Girl trouble? You?” Jughead questioned when Archie reached him, glancing toward the music teacher.

“We’re telling Weatherbee,” Archie declared. “At least, I am.” He paused. “And also, I didn’t mean all that crap I said to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool,” Jughead said with a smirk. They paused for a couple of seconds smiling, for a second he had an uncontrollable urge to kiss the ginger but decided against it. “We’re not gonna hug in front of this whole town.” They both laughed and Jughead continued. “So why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches and mutually suppress out emotions?”

Archie smiled. “Yeah, but as friends, right?” He looked nervous, did he really think Jughead would reject him?

“To be discussed, over many burgers, and many days,” at this Jughead smiled. Finally, something had gone right for him.

Archie took a step forward so he was close enough for Jughead to see the light stubble covering his face. Slowly Archie leant forward and placed his mouth on Jugheads. The hand not holding onto his helmet travelled up to cup Jugheads cheek and the brunette's arms moved to wrap around his neck. Jughead felt as if he had died and gone to his own heaven, sure the kiss wasn’t perfect, far from it in fact but it was perfect to him. He knew Archie would be more experienced so the writer just went along with what he did, when they broke away he blinked a few times, trying to decide if this was real life.

“One of those days is gonna be a date,” Archie all but demanded.

Jughead nodded still dazed from the kiss as Archie began walking away. “Wait!” He called, Archie sauntered back over. The other boy blushed and looked away, then quickly placed a kiss on the football players cheek. “For good luck,” he whispered. Archie beamed at him before jogging away to the field.

~*~

After the game, the two boys began walking toward Pop’s, halfway there Archie intertwined their fingers, if anyone had asked Jughead would deny the fact that he had blushed and he held on tighter as if afraid Archie would suddenly let go.

When they reached the diner Jughead saw Betty and who he believed to be Veronica.

“Do you want to join us?” Betty asked.

“Yes, but only if you’re treating,” Jughead called, chuckling.

“Veronica Lodge,” the raven hair girl offered.

Jughead climbed over the seats to sit down beside the window on the other side of the girl. “Jughead Jones, the third.” The rest of the night was spent with laughter and fleeting glances to the boy he now had a true chance with. That night he had two things he had not experienced in a while, a full meal and true happiness.

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seth-kate · 7 years

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-my heart is in hers

Anonymous said:

I’m down for a break up imagine with a really moody and self destructive Jug teehee

pairing: jughead jones x reader

a/n: a very vague request but one I ran with anyway!

Jughead remembers. He remembers like it was yesterday, and in his lost and limbo induced mind it might as well have been the day after everything had ended. Time doesn’t seem to matter anymore, and it certainly doesn’t go by like it used to. It feels sometimes, like every clock he sets his eyes on ticks a little slower than the second before.

Nothing makes sense, and he doesn’t care to make sense of it all. He doesn’t even try. Those minutes and hours that go by at an agonizing pace are spent cooped up in the trailer his father once owned, and doing nothing but watching football games on a tv that went out of fashion five years prior. He doesn’t even like football.

There’s a certain irony to the whole situation. How he thought he was making things better, while in reality he was just making things worse. How he imagined he’d feel good about it, happier that he was no longer holding certain people back.

“I’m not good enough for you!”

“Stop saying that, stop repeating that line like you actually believe it!”

“It’s because I do believe it! I’m nothing, alright?”

The lips that had been hovering over a beer bottle slowly wrapped around the neck, and Jughead Jones tipped a generous amount back. He closed his eyes as the dark taste hit his throat, and the memories clouded his mind.

The fuzzy television was crackling weakly as the football commentators shouted through the speakers about a game Jughead had lost interest in fifteen minutes ago. Jughead had forgotten what team he was supposed to be cheering on. He didn’t even care.

These days he tells himself he doesn’t care about a lot of things, and most of the time it’s the truth. He doesn’t care that he’s started drinking more than usual or that he hasn’t cleaned the trailer in months. It doesn’t bother him that his eyes have permanently partnered with purple bags that make him look like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks. His sleep pattern is another thing he doesn’t care about.

However, as uncaring and unemotional as he seemed to everyone in Riverdale and to himself, Jughead Jones cared a little too much about the girl he had let go. It had been for the best, he had told himself, it was all for the best.

Of course it had been for the best. How could anyone think that being with him was a good idea? After two years of a relationship going nowhere he knew it had been time to cut things loose, to let her go. He had fought with her so many times recently that it had gotten too monotonous and weary, and when he looked back now he knew he had done it all on purpose, just so she could have walked away on her own.

But she hadn’t. Y/n had stayed until he had been forced to break her heart himself.

He was a Jones, and Jones men weren’t good men. They were drunks, and liars and accessories to murder. They didn’t deserve good girls, or a good life. It was logic really, the most heart wrenching, cold and bitter logic there was. As he sat there in the old and worn armchair by the trailers window he felt exactly like his father.

He was all alone, with a bottle between his fingers and the staleness of the one before still resting on his lips.

This is why he had walked away. This is the reason he had let her go and be happier with someone else. But if it was right, then why did it feel so wrong? So out of place?

His answers were stalled in his half drunken mind as a loud rap on the trailers door made the whole place shake. Jughead groaned loudly enough that he knew the person outside would hear him. He knew exactly who it would be.

“Go away Archie!” he said angrily, throwing an empty beer can from yesterday at the door. The banging persisted, and so did Jughead’s annoyance.

“Jug, open the door! I know you’re in there!” came the voice of Archie Andrews.

“Of course you know I’m in here, I just answered you two seconds ago and the lights are on!” Jughead sarcastically remarked, rolling his baggy eyes.

“I’m giving you five seconds to open this door, or I’m going to kick it down” he sounded angry, but Jughead just smiled widely to himself and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“Go right ahead” he said back while taking another swig of beer. He always did like Archie’s dramatic displays of heroics.

He heard rummaging on the steps outside, and very soft grunts before the sound of the lock clicking rang louder than anything else. Jughead tried to hide his surprise at Archie actually being in his trailer by dropping his eyes to the bottle of Coor’s in his hand.

“So what happened to kicking my door down? Has the ginger stallion lost his bravado?” Jughead scoffed, still avoiding his best friends gaze.

“I see you haven’t lost your sarcasm” Archie told him with narrowed eyes "and besides, I remember where you keep your key"

“I’ve told you before, my odd sense of sarcasm and humour is just my way -”

“Of relating to the world, yeah I know” Archie said, not able to keep his eyes from looking all around “when was the last time you cleaned in here?”

“So I haven’t spring cleaned yet? Sue me”

“Look Jug, I came here as a favour to Betty, alright?” Archie squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers “she’s worried about you. You haven’t been eating the dinners she’s left for you, you don’t answer her calls, she said she wanted to meet you for lunch the other day and you never showed up”

“Look, tell your wife I appreciate the concern, and the fact she’s been leaving me food but I’m seriously alright, plus old Mrs Myers next door really likes Betty’s cooking” he took another swig of beer “I’m doing great, Arch. No need to worry about me”

“Jughead, you haven’t turned up to work in three weeks. I know you’re my best friend, and I know you don’t want to see me of all people but this has to stop. Whatever happened between you and my sister was hard, I get it. Betty and I have broken up plenty of times, but it always worked out in the end” Archie tried to use words of comfort, but they weren’t working.

“You know why it always worked out in the end?” Jughead asked, taking his feet off the coffee table and standing up “it’s because Betty was a Cooper, and she was a cheerleader and you were the star football player and the guy that every girl wanted! You inherited your fathers business and Betty took over the Register, and you had perfect kids while I stayed stuck here in this god damn trailer while everyone in this town hated me because of what my father did!”

“Jughead, don’t think like that” Archie coaxed.

“Don’t think like that! It’s true, Archie. I’m twenty six years old and people still haven’t let me live it down yet, and I know I made some bad choices and I know I hurt your sister, but she’s better off without me” he said, pushing past Archie to get to the fridge. He swung it open with force and grabbed another bottle of beer.

“You think y/n cared about all that? She’s loved you since she was sixteen! Don’t you get that?” Archie defended, the image of his little sister swimming in his mind.

“I know she loved me, and I loved her too” Jughead’s voice was soft, and broken “but I’m the son of a man who went to prison for dumping a body of a boy we went to school with, a man who lead a gang that I decided to join. I’m the person who hurt her by not coming home some nights, for forgetting birthdays and anniversaries. It was great while it lasted Arch, but I knew we had to grow up sooner or later”

“So you’re just going to stay in this trailer and drink yourself to death? To never come near any of your friends again, to just forget everything?” Archie furiously shouted, his eyes boring into the face of the boy he called his only brother “is that Jughead Jones’ grand master plan? Is that it?”

“Yes that’s it!” Jughead shouted back, a fist slamming onto the counter “that’s exactly what I’m going to do because that’s exactly what we Jones men do”

“No” Archie shook his head, a ginger wave flopping into his eye “no that’s not what you do. You’re just becoming exactly what everyone thinks you are, not who you really are”

“It doesn’t matter who I really am. I lost that part of myself the minute I let your sister walk out that door. My heart is in hers Archie, and she’s gone, so is the rest of me” Jughead sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging deeply.

“You need to stop this, Jughead! You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and to realise that you were happier with her” Archie told him with a set brow, feeling the need to defend his sister’s love for Jughead even though she wasn’t here.

“Yeah you know what, I was happier with her. I was the happiest I’ve ever been but y/ns happier without me. She’s better off without me” Jughead said, his eyes never leaving Archie’s.

“But Jughead -”

“But nothing Archie, alright? I’m tired of talking about this, I’m tired of thinking about this. So just leave me alone” he pleaded.

Archie took a long hard look at his best friend, contemplating fighting with him further and stressing that if he continued this way, he’d end up all alone for the rest of his life. He wanted to tell him that his sister was hurting too, but he didn’t want to add to the pain Jughead already felt. He just sighed heavily and turned towards the door.

“You never seen yourself when you were with her Jug, but I did. You were a better man because of her” Archie almost whispered, one hand on the door. Jughead just stared at the back of his head, and then, he was gone.

Another week had passed by. Another agonizing length of time that had gone by so slowly it made Jughead want to tear his hair out. He had spent it staring at walls and absently listening to that fuzzy television of his while barely eating the pizza’s he had delivered every night. He was living in limbo, and it was a state that made it hard for him to distinguish between reality and the haziness of his own mind. He could have died sitting there and he wouldn’t even have noticed.

He now stood in the shower, the scalding beads of water dropping onto his skin and turning it an angry red. He didn’t care. He just stood there and let the shampoo run down his back as it fell from his long black hair. Showering was the only real thing that broke up his day and got him off the couch. A whole month had gone by like this, and he was beginning to wonder when he’d crack.

A thought, a flitting and whimsical one had crossed his mind earlier where he imagined himself actually returning to work for Archie. His money was dwindling down slowly and he knew if he didn’t get back on his feet, he’d surely go mad. But rejoining society after a month of seclusion didn’t seem like the best thing to do.

What if Y/n Andrews was at the construction site one day? What if he ran into her at the supermarket? What if he found her in the arms of some other man one day? All these what ifs made him pull back on his decision to denounce being a hermit. So he stayed put. In this trailer. Slowly dying.

All of a sudden he found himself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He hadn’t even remembered getting out of the shower.

His eyes followed his reflection, and his shoulders sagged at the sight. His face was pale, his eyes were red and coupled with deep bags that were hardly flattering. He looked like a heartbroken man, and he was. But his heartbreak was for the best. Or so he kept telling himself.

A sharp rap on his front door made him snap his eyes away from the reflection of his tired looking face. He gripped the sink tightly and groaned in frustration so loudly he felt his muscles tremor with the strain.

He had told Archie to leave him alone. But obviously the message hadn’t sank past his ginger hair. Jughead thought about ignoring him, however the knocking continued but not as persistently as Archie normally knocked. Jughead sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair and quickly pulled on a tshirt over his damp body.

He grumbled all the way to the front door, cursing Archie Andrews and his persistence. He grabbed the handle of the front door and swung it open, a look of pure sourness on his face.

“Archie I’ve told you to leave me alone!”

But it wasn’t Archie who was standing there. It was the person Jughead had constantly thought about for the past month, and who he had been desperately in love with since he was eighteen years old, and the person who he had only been brave enough to ask out two years ago. The person he had let go.

“Y/n?” he quivered out, his eyes blinking at her as she stood there on the steps outside his trailer.

“Hi Juggie” her voice was so soft, and his heart clenched at her words.

“W-what are y-you doing here?” he choked out. He could barely speak when she was looking at him with those beautiful eyes. Those eyes that looked too much like his now. Red and raw.

“Archie told me you were doing pretty bad” y/n told him while folding her arms around herself “I just wanted to see if you were alright”

“I’m fine” he said weakly. He didn’t believe that, and neither did she.

“No, you’re not” she shook her head, feebly tucking a lock of long hair behind her ear.

“How would you know that?” he asked, trying his hardest to seem moody and cold, hoping that his attitude might cause her to walk away.

“Because I’m not fine” y/n told him, and at those words he seemed to shrink and disappear and as she gently pushed past him to get into his trailer he knew he hadn’t the strength to tell her to leave.

“We need to talk, Jughead. It’s been a month now and -”

“And what? We’re not together anymore so we don’t need to talk” the words stung him as they left his mouth, but he swallowed back the pain “so you, and Archie, and Betty can just go away and stop worrying about me because I’m fine”

“You know the more you say that the less you believe it” y/n told him, a flicker of sadness lighting up her eyes. He was afraid then and there that she’d start crying.

“Why are you really here?” he asked her, finding it hard to look at her but he seen her move closer to him from the corner of his eye.

“It’s been a month now Juggie, and I know you and I don’t want to be apart” she told him, her face screwed up and her voice tight “it doesn’t make sense for us to be apart”

“I gave my reasons why we should be apart”

“Your reasons are bullshit” she told him angrily.

“Bullshit? You know better than I do that this life here, the one that I could give you isn’t good enough!” Jughead announced with an angry flourish of his hands, but y/n persisted forward.

“That’s not true” she shook her head stubbornly, her hands shaking as they attempted to take his face. He stopped her halfway, his fingers winding around hers as he held them in the air.

“Yes it is” he whispered softly, looking into her face fondly “I’m not good enough for you, and someone else will make you happier”

How could he know that? She kept asking herself the same question. Jughead knew her inside and out, he knew everything she hated and the things she loved the most. Her annoying habits, and the music she loved to dance to. But how could he know that she would be happier without him? He truly didn’t, and she knew that.

“You’re wrong” she breathed out, her heart racing at the fact that he was touching her in some way, the heat of his hands in hers “I won’t ever be happy with anyone unless that person is you”

“You started talking about babies, and our future and I just knew I couldn’t give you those things you wanted. I’m not like Archie, I’m not perfect and I know you’d be better with someone like him” Jughead felt worthless and totally incompetent to be anywhere near someone like Y/n Andrews right now.

“My brother’s not perfect Jug, he’s far from it. Why do you feel this way, huh? Is it because of what happened with your father years ago? Is it because you think living here isn’t good enough?” she asked him, slowly letting her hands slip from his and this time he let her take his face “none of that matters”

“Of course it matters, y/n. You want to start a family, get married and live here in this trailer park for the rest of your life?” he asked her, his eyes tracing how the faint light of inside was bouncing off her face “all of our friends were moving on, getting good jobs and new houses and we were stuck. We’re stuck y/n”

“We’re still young, and we have the rest of our lives to figure it out. So what if we live here? As long as I have you then none of it matters. I love you, Jughead” at her words he closed his eyes and he let himself feel his heart beating. It felt far away, like it wasn’t in his body but hers.

“Do you love me?” she asked him and he opened his eyes. It was a shock for him to hear her actually ask. Before, his I love you’s had been offered so freely to her and at the most unexpected of times. Now she had to ask, with a genune concern in her voice. As if she believed he was capable of not loving her any longer.

“Of course I love you” he took her face now and she dropped her hands to his waist, nimbly holding him as if he would break “I told you to walk away because I love you, because I want better for you”

“You can’t tell me to leave and expect me to stay away, because I won’t” y/n told him “I’m staying with you, Jug. I gave you my heart a long time ago, and you’re always going to have it”

“What did I ever do to deserve someone like you in my life?” he asked her softly, his thumbs stroking her damp cheeks.

“You deserve the world, Jughead” she told him and he smiled a genuine smile as she leaned towards him. He held her tightly as they kissed, and he told himself that when the sun came up everything could change. Maybe this had been a dream, or maybe it was frighteningly real and she was really here in his arms.

Maybe he wasn’t good enough, but as long as she believed he was then that would have to do. He kissed her like it was their last kiss, and he held her like she was a part of him. But he was more a part of her, since every breath he took was hers, and the heart he had once owned now belonged to her entirely.

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missjugheadjones · 7 years

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All It Took Was A Joke

Word Count: 1340

Warnings: curse words, fluff

A/N: this one shot was requested and awe I thought the idea was very cute! Sorry it took so long to write! I've been so sick the past couple of days! I'm currently sitting in a doctors parking lot writing this oops! Much love!

Requested: after leaving Archie and Betty a few years back to be friends with Cheryl, Y/N rekindles her friendship with them, and ultimately becomes friends with Veronica and Kevin as well. She's not so sure about Jughead though, but who knows maybe something will spark...

"Betty! Archie!" Y/N exclaimed, standing from her booth at Pops. The two look over to her and smile, and Betty walks over with her arms wide open.

"Y/N!" she exclaims, embracing her in a hug. Archie comes over and wraps his arms around the both of them, and Betty and Y/N giggle.

"I'm so glad you two could join me! I've missed you two terribly!" Y/N said, breaking free from Betty and Archie.

"We've missed you too," Archie smiled. "You look great!"

"Archiekins, you see the girl every day at school, stop acting like you haven't seen her in years." Veronica teased, walking up to Y/N. "Veronica Lodge." she confidently said, holding out her hand.

"Sorry Veronica, I only give handshakes to people I'm not friends with, and I like you already, so bring it in." Y/N said, holding her arms out open. Veronica stared at Y/N a second with a puzzled expression. It soon turned into a smile, and she hugged her.

"Finally someone with my confidence!" she said, giggling.

"Sorry Y/N, I know you were hoping for this to be just you, Archie, and I, but we brought three of our friends with us." Betty said, and Y/N chuckled.

"Don't worry about it Bets, any friend of yours is a friend of mine." Y/N smiled. Kevin came up and hugged Y/N by surprise. Y/N giggled, and when he released her she turned to face him.

"Kevin Keller." he said, and Y/N nodded.

"Sheriffs boy?" she asked, and Kevin rolled his eyes, and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'm not a snitch." he joked, earning a laugh from everyone.

"Good to know," Y/N said, giving a mischievous smile. She looked at Betty and Archie and their two friends, and looked for the third, but they were no where to be seen. "Didn't you say you brought three friends?" Y/N asked. Archie and Betty looked around for their friend.

"Jughead!" Archie called. And Y/N gave a puzzled look to Kevin and Veronica.

"Jughead?" She questioned and the two of them laughed and shrugged. Just then a tall boy wearing a grey beanie and dark clothing walked up to the group of friends, and Y/N stood, awestruck.

"Jughead this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jughead." Archie introduced the two, and Y/N collected herself from her thoughts and held her arms out to hug him.

"I don't do hugs." Jughead said, and Y/N quickly put her arms down.

"Oh-I... Im sorry." she mumbled, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

He may be cute but he's kind of an ass... she thought.

"Let's sit down and eat." Betty said, noticing the tension and motioned to the booth. Y/N slid into the booth and Jughead slid in after her, then Veronica. On the other side, right across from Y/N was Archie, Betty and then Kevin. Small talk between the friends went on, talking about things like school and family life, although Y/N was distracted by the tall boy sitting next to her. Part of her didn't want to be around him, he was kind of a moody, outcast type. But the other part of her found him intriguing and handsome, and she wanted to know more. Y/N was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when Archie waved a menu in front of her face.

"Y/N? It's your turn to order." He said, giving her a worried look. "You alright?"

"Of course." She said, nodding her head. She turned to the waiter, and smiled. "I'll take my usual, a burger with fries and a chocolate milkshake." The waiter wrote down her order and Jughead turned his head to Y/N and smiled.

"You're name was Y/N right?" He asked, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

"Yeah, Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry it's not as easy to remember as Jughead." she teased, earning a laugh from him.

God he has a cute laugh, maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

Y/N looked around the table and saw everyone's jaws wide open.

"What?" she asked. And Betty shook from her trance and smiled.

"You got Jughead Jones to laugh, like actually laugh! How..? I-we can almost never do that." Jughead rolled his eyes and Y/N looked up at him.

"Not much of a laugher are you?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"Not much to laugh at." he said, and she nodded her head.

"Because no one has the same dry, sarcastic sense of humor like you. Got it." she said and he chuckled, earning another round of surprised looks from everyone at the table.

"Exactly." He said and Y/N bumped into him.

"Well it looks like I do." she said, and he nodded.

"Looks like you've met your match, Juggie." Archie said. The rest of the night, Jughead and Y/N talked and teased the rest of the group, and everyone stared at them knowingly. Much to Y/Ns surprise, Jughead ordered the same thing as her, and they ate their food and laughed at each other's jokes. When the food was gone and everyone was tired, they all stood up deciding it was time to leave.

"It was very nice meeting you," Veronica said, hugging Y/N again. "You should definitely hang out with us more often, or all the time. Preferably the second one." she joked and Y/N laughed.

"Sit with us at lunch!" Kevin said, and Y/N smiled.

"Yeah, you're always welcome." Archie said.

"Well majority says I should so I guess I will!" Y/N said, and everyone smiled.

"Good, I'll have someone to actually talk to." Jughead said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you have no one to talk to because no one understand you and your humor." She teased and he smiled. "Well Jughead, I think it's safe to say we are friends now, so how about that hug?" she asked holding her arms open.

"If she gets him to do it, my whole life will have been a lie." Kevin whispered to Veronica, but Archie and Betty heard it. They looked at eachother and nodded in agreement with Kevin.

"She'll need a miracle to get him to.." Archie said.

"Come on Jones..." Y/N said, giggling. Jughead rolled his eyes and hesitantly walked forward, and wrapped his arms around Y/N.

"Oh my god." Kevin said, and the whole group sat there in silence. Jughead pulled away slightly, his hands still around her waist.

"You know I was so convinced I wasn't going to like you." He said and Y/N rolled her eyes. "Damn was I wrong."

"What changed your mind, Jones?" she asked, confidence laced in her voice.

"I'm not sure, but I'm glad it did." he said. He leaned down, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips. She met him half way, and they kissed.

"OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled. Jughead quickly pulled away, and they both turned bright red.

"I forgot they were there." Y/N mumbled. Jughead collected himself and made his way to the door.

"Well I'll see you guys tomorrow at lunch," he said, waving. "Right Y/N?" he asked.

"Wouldn't dream of missing it." she called and he left. Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin just sat there staring, and Y/N laughed. "Come on guys, close your mouths. You're drooling all over Pops floor and I don't think he appreciates it." she said, laughing.

Nope, he's definitely not as bad as I thought.

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