Even In The Darkest Days There Is Always A Light

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Jughead is able to get everyone back to the present day.

But no one remembers what happened

Except Jughead

Jughead & Veronica Fell In Love but now Veronica a has no memory of it

Now Jughead has to remind them of their love

In July of 2015, Archie Comics relaunched its brand with a fantastic new series written by Mark Waid with art by Fiona Staples, two brilliant comic creators with more awards than Archie Andrews has had awkward dates. This “new,” “contemporary yet classic” take on the Archie stable of characters remains a confoundingly entertaining, touching, exuberant, and entertaining series. Both Archie Comics and the creators behind the new series seem dedicated to telling wonderful stories about youth in America, about good people trying to be good, and the wacky shenanigans that can result from the best of intentions. The art, changing hands frequently from Staples to Veronica Fish to Joe Eisma, is consistently relatable, endearing, and empathy-inducing, even for characters that have been around since 1941. Breaking News: Mark Waid is good (and by that,I mean he is a legend and might be the greatest writer of superhero comics to ever live but WHATEVER).

When Jughead #1 debuted in October of the same year with a similar rebooting philosophy, I found myself instantly in love. While it may have seemed incongruous to have the artist from the hilarious, observant, poignant yet decidedly R-rated Sex Criminals, Chip Zdarsky, to write the very PG-rated world of Riverdale teenagers, his acerbic wit and gleeful celebration of an idiosyncratic life is a perfect fit for Archie’s Best Pal. Combined with the charming and one-of-a-kind art of Unbeatable Squirrel Girl artist Erica Henderson, Jughead has been a hilarious and imaginative take on comics’ most notorious eater of hamburgers. Zdarsky and Henderson’s run saw Jughead fight the good fight for proper school lunches, imagine himself time-traveling-while-grounded, and even declare his own asexuality. While the mountains of food and fantastical daydreaming led to an altogether more freewheeling and sillier book than its sister titles, the latter revelations (or long overdue declaration) of Jughead’s disinterest in romantic entanglements provided some unexpected poignancy to the book.

However, it is one thing for a character to make such a declaration, but developing that feature into a compelling story is another. Chip Zdarsky had the vision to make Jughead’s asexuality a known quantity in the Riverdale Universe, but it fell on the (very tall) shoulders of Ryan North to make readers see how such a young man would function in that world, how he could love his friends very deeply, just not be in love with any of them. The story actually begins with Jughead meeting what could be considered his dream girl: a girl with a cheeseburger for a head. Well, it’s a young lady dressed in a hamburger mascot costume working at Pop’s Chok’lit Shoppe in an attempt to advertise Pop’s scrumptious wares.

Jughead, of course, hits it off immediately with the anthropomorphized object of his culinary desire and she with him because he actually treats her with respect and dignity. After all, this unique wonder, this Human Sized Hamburger, is the most beautiful unique thing in the world. Like a glimpse at a previously unknown work of Vermeer or a newly discovered species of deep-sea fish, Sabrina-as-Burger-Mascot is a wonder to behold. Then she takes her head off. Jughead is now forced to deal with her as a person, take into account her feelings, to deal with his own emotions when it comes to friendship, romance, and dating. He cares for Sabrina, wants her to be happy, but even with drafting in his friends to help, he can do nothing but cause chaos in both of their lives. His choice of Relationship Consigliere is dubious, however, as asking Archie Andrews to help with one’s dating life is as good an idea as asking the Incredible Hulk to assist in composing a Shakespearean sonnet. Still, Jughead does his best, and his utter failure at romance, going against his own natural instincts, results in some remarkably hilarious madcap antics. The madness is assisted by the magical interference of Sabrina when she mistakes Jughead’s haplessness for indifference (or even malice).

Because this is Riverdale, of course, even the powers of witchcraft, fast food, and teenage awkwardness cannot keep two good friends apart. Jughead comes to the very real, very mature realization that it is hard to communicate emotions he knows the other person will not and cannot be feeling. Not only that, but he must somehow comprehend how to process the emotions of others that he is incapable of feeling, all while making the other party feel loved and accepted. It’s a tall order for anyone, but with Ryan North’s insightful writing and hilarious joke-telling, along with Derek Charm’s adorable characters and delicious depictions of Pop’s cuisine, we can believe in Jughead’s journey. Imagine that, an Archie character with a completed arc. It’s pretty great.

Jughead’s asexuality also has an affect on his relationship with his best friend and walking teen hormone faux pas, Archie Andrews. Both friends only want what is best for the other, but their mutual bafflement at the other’s behavior sometimes brings them into conflict. During Zdarsky’s run, this manifested in the pair venturing on an oft-visited trope in the world of Archie Comics: a camping trip during the eternal Riverdale Summer (between the eternal Riverdale School Years). Archie sees girls and must peruse them because he is Archie and must cause chaos. Jughead sees Archie pursue girls, rather than his best friend and a good meal, and cannot help by feel rejected. It is really up to Jughead to forgive his best friend his boorish behavior, both to Jughead himself and to Betty and/or Veronica… because Archie is never not dating one of them, so the mere fact that he is trying to flirt with women he meets in the woods is a disaster of double-quarter-pounder-with-cheese-level proportions waiting to happen. It is only through their mutual willingness to understand one another, to love each other for their differences, that the two friends are able to emerge from the ordeal with their friendship stronger than ever.

When this susceptibility for misunderstanding collides with modern technology, and the Archie Gang at large, it only results in disaster for all of Riverdale. After the Awkwardness Avalanche of trying to date Sabrina, Ryan North pens a tale of video game bets gone awry and viral video shenanigans that is as on-point a  commentary on Internet culture as it is a poignant tale of youthful friendship. It provides some unexpected pathos from perpetual antagonist Reggie Mantle, as well as Jughead bending over backwards to try to please his friends but only making things worse. After all, what brings Internet mockery faster than unrestrained, genuine earnestness? And of course, the denizens of Riverdale are nothing if not earnest, even Jughead, who can fawn over the condensation on the glass containing his milkshake.

Our titular character might cultivate an image of aloofness, might want others to believe he is not to be swayed by emotions, but this is only to make himself feel safe, to make his peers feel as if he is unhurt by the many pricks he kicks against. In fact, he is deeply affected by how his friends feel. Not romantically, surely, but in a way that makes him eternally loyal to the people he cares about. Hell, in the brilliant (and non-canonical) Afterlife With Archie, he enlists Sabrina’s help in raising his dog from the dead, thereby ushering in the zombie apocalypse. Jughead defies to laws of God and the Universe to save his dog! Even more remarkable, in the main Jughead title, he invites Internet ridicule just to make his friends feel better! If only everyone had a friend willing to sacrifice so much, so determined to live a joyful life, as Jughead Jones.

Prompt: Hi! :) I absolutely adore your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader oneshot where the the reader has a hickey and Veronica points it out so everyone is teasing her all day to find out who it’s from and they eventually realize it was Juggie? Thank you <3

A/N: Sorry if it’s not as good as you thought it would be! (It’s literally 3am here and I feel like banging my head against the wall. I literally haven’t slept in so long dear god.)

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Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of hickeys. Jug’s a little shit. 

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shit. Juggie, Wake up!” You push yourself off your bed and glance at your sleeping boyfriend.

He just groans and rolls over.

“No. We have school today and you have to get up! We’re gonna be late.” You grab his arm and tug.

He tugs back, pulling you against his chest. “A few more minutes, (Y/n).” He leans down and kisses down your jaw.

You let out a whimper as he nibbles down your neck, leaving hickeys along the way.

“Fine.”

((AN: hey, guys. I’m running out of inspiration so if anyone wants to request, please do!))

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“So guys..!” Veronica’s voice trails from across the lunch table. “The dance is coming up! Who’s going with who?” The sound was laced with evil. Veronica was the only one who knew about your crush on Jughead, though everyone else knew his for you. “Archiekins?” Your eyes turn to watch the red head scratch his neck nervously. He glanced over at Valerie who was sat with the other Pussycats. It was enough of a gesture for everyone to understand. A smug smile spread across V’s face as she slung her arm around Betty. “Well, B and I will slay you two for sure!” She jibes. It went without question that her and Betty would go together and Kevin would tag along.

“So, (y/n)! Who are you going with?” All eyes turn to you, causing you to miss Jughead tensing up next to you. “Um… Jake asked me once…” Jughead’s knuckles turned white. “And Tom asked me too, though that was probably a bet.” At this point, all the raven haired boy could see was red. He was furious. “Ooh, get you! Who did you say yes to?” Veronica asked, almost amused by how unsubtle the boy was being. “I didn’t… I told them I wasn’t going.” Now this caught his attention. For the first time since the lunch bell rang, Jughead looked up from his laptop to stare at you. “So you’re telling me that the hottest jocks in school asked you out and you said no? Whatever for.?” V smirked, knowing she was pushing you. “You waiting on the right guy?” Laughing, you flick your (h/c) locks over your shoulder and roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, V. What about Jug? He hasn’t answered yet.” You reply, redirecting the attention away from you. His long fingers had returned to the keys of his laptop, his eyes desperately trying to look anywhere but at you. “I know!” Veronica exclaimed, a devious smile toying with her features. “Why don’t (y/n) and Jughead go together! As friends, of course.” Though the last bit was more of a whisper.

You cast your (e/c) eyes over to your crush, someone not seeing the deep red colour creeping up his pale neck. Jughead swallowed hard before snapping out “Yeah, right. I’m not going. She can go with a jock.” His words were harsh and cruel. Taken aback, you silently turn and leave the table, suppressing tears.

Why is he so mean to me? What did I ever do? Your thoughts were interrupted by a black haired girl running after you, calling your name. Seeing your tears, she sighed softly and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. He doesn’t mean it, you know that.” She comforted but her words didn’t feel true. Not to you. “Meet me at pops later, okay? My treat.” And with that, she turned on her heel and marched away, leaving you to calm down.

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“Jughead Jones the third! What the hell was that?” Her voice was bubbling with anger as she slammed her manicured hand down on the table in front of him. The beanie-clad boy jumped slightly before closing his laptop lid. “You like her so why do you keep making her feel horrible?” She demanded. “I… I don’t know. It just came out.” He confessed. His hazel eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, for once showing his actual emotion. “She’s coming to Pop’s tonight with me. Make it up to her.” And once again, she left.

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From: V💋 To: (y/n/n)✨ 6:30pm, dress nice. U deserve a break. Xx

You read the text message and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

It’s only Pop’s… I guess I should go along with it.

You slipped on a short (f/c) dress, pulled your hair into a simple bun and painted your lips a deep red. You had to admit, you looked pretty good. The clock on the wall read 6:15pm and so, with a final check in the mirror, you set off for the diner.

The neon sign outside could be seen for miles, despite the sun already setting in the foggy sky. You pushed the door open, the chime of a bell alerting V to your arrival. Ordering your usual chocolate milkshake, you wander over to her smiling. “You look amazing!” She grinned, looking you up and down. “Just stay here, okay? I’ve gotta take care of something.” Like smoke, she whisked herself away without a sound.

Closing your eyes, you leant back in the faux leather seats. All memories of the incident with Jughead leaving your mind. Something about the diner always made you feel better. When you opened your eyes again, your milkshake was placed in front of you on a white plate. The ceramic had been scribed on with chocolate sauce in the word: PROM? Cocking your head in confusion, you scanned the room for any clues of who this could have been. Surely it couldn’t have been Veronica. She had two ‘dates’ already!

Your (e/c) eyes close, your nose scrunched up in thought.

Who? Who could’ve done this? Thin, (y/n), think!

“Don’t think too hard.” A raspy voice floated through your ears. “You’ll pop! And then how are you gonna answer me?” With that, you snap your eyes wide open. Sat in front of you, liking cream off of the cherry of your shake, was the one and only Jughead Jones. On his face, a vaguely amused smile. “You..?” You ask, your voice coming out as more of a whisper. He sighed and you could see regret swimming behind his eyes. “Look, (y/n). I’m sorry I was such an idiot earlier. I snapped because… well, I like you. And honestly, you’d be better off with a jock than a weirdo like me.” Your heart felt like it was going to burst as it pounded in your ears. A grin etched itself onto your features, letting out a scoff at his comment. “Jughead Jones the third, I would be honoured to go to prom with you!”

Without warning, you stood and moved to his side of the booth. Not hesitating, you flung your arms around his neck and squeezed tight. “I’ve liked you for so long, Jug. Thank you.” In a moment of complete not-Jughead-ness, he pulled you closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your soft (h/c) hair, absentmindedly smiling to himself.

Request :  Can you please write an ×-reader where Archie Andrews asks out the reader by singing outside her house, but Jughead is with her and they’re in a secret relationship and Jughead gets jealous.

Summary : You and Jughead were enjoying your time together, but got interrupted by a certain redhead playing a song outside your house for you.

“I love you.” You said out of the blue. 

Jughead was shocked by your statement. He stayed silent for a few seconds, no expression on his face. You were pretty scared that you said it to fast, but you managed to calm down a bit when he smiled and looked down, with a tint of pink in his cheeks. You knew that Juggie wasn’t that type of boyfriend, he wasn’t such a big fan of PDA, but this was different.

You were in your room with him.You’ve been dating for three weeks now and it was a secret. You weren’t ready yet to come clean to the world about your relationship, so the only time you two were affectionate was when you were alone in a room. Or not in public.

“I love you too.” He said, making you smile. 

You gave him a sweet kiss, that turned into a make out session. But all that was interrupted when a familiar voice started singing outside your balcony.

“This song wasn’t supposed to be a sappy one, but I can’t it, I like more than anyone.” That angelic voice. It was Archie. “Wanna test that theory?” Jughead said, hearing the lyrics, as he jumped from your bed, but you caught his arm. “Stay here.” You said, and went to the balcony, where Archie was still singing. “Oh and when you smile, my heart flutters and it kinda stops for a while…” You chuckled at that lyric, and Archie’s smile grew when he saw you. He listed a few more things that he likes about you, and then he stopped. You frowned. “So, Y/N… Will you go out with me?” He smiled.

Oh. Oh boy. You told him to come up, since you were home alone and have been friends with Archie since fifth grade, he knew where you had a spare key. You told Jughead to hide in the bathroom, who by the way, had steam coming out of his ears. 

“Y/N? Can I come in?” You heard Archie knocking. You opened the door and smiled as you both sat on the bed. “That’s the cutest thing anyone has ever done to me.” You said. “But… I am already dating someone.” You added. “You… You are?” Archie raised his brow. “Why are you so surprised?” You laughed, playfully hitting him in the arm. “I haven’t seen you with a boy.” He said. “It’s kind of a secret.” You shrugged. “But, you are an amazing person and you’d make the best boyfriend. I’m sure of it!” You smiled. “Thanks. I just wished I knew sooner so I wouldn’t be so embarrassed now.” He said, making you chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s all good.” You said, as he sat up. “But… may I ask who’s the lucky one?” He turned to you, before heading out the door. “Still a secret.” You booped his nose.

You walked him to the door, reassuring him that it’s all good, and apologized for letting him down. You just both hoped that things wouldn’t get awkward. 

After he had left, you saw a furious Jughead coming down the stairs.

“What’s up with you?” You raised your brows, but he only shrugged.

Wait a bit. Was he acting like that because he was… No… It couldn’t be…Could it? Was Jughead Jones… Jealous? You smiled at that thought, and headed to the kitchen, where he was getting a glass of water. You gave him a hug from behind, and smiling you said,