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The One with A Complication (CHAPTER 1)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader x Archie Andrews

Summary: You and Jughead hook up after he takes care of you when you get drunk over your breakup with Archie - only to later find out that Archie wants to win you...

You and Jughead hook up after he takes care of you when you get drunk over your breakup with Archie - only to later find out that Archie...

It has been a long day. Fridays were usually your favorite day of the week; football games and after party s and then, most importantly, the weekend to nurse your hangover.

Unfortunately, your Friday had not gone as planned after Archie had broken up with you right before the game. It hadn’t come as much of a surprise seeing how distant had been lately, but you’d expected a move or at least a reason why he’s been acting so weird...

But he had been summoned to the field within seconds of saying I want to break up and leaving you an emotional wreck.

You waited the game out just so you could go to the afterparty to talk things out, but Archie never showed up. You were quick to spill your guts to Cheryl when she asked and shed encouraged you to nurse your broken heart with an endless supply of tequila shots.

When you finally realized Archie wasn’t going to show up, despite the sea of text messages you’d sent him, you made your way home... It was a short walk from Reggie’s house, thankfully.

You rap your knuckles against the door, resting your weight against it until it swings open. You feel yourself falling and being caught all at once.

“Holy shit, “; Jughead grumbles, holding you upright. “What happened to you? “

You turn your head to look in the mirror that was hung near the entrance. You couldn’t recall crying and yet your mascara had run down your cheeks and your lipstick was smeared down to your chin.

“Sorry. “you mumble, pulling away from him and holding yourself up by leaning against the wall.

“How much did you drink? “he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“A lot “you groan.

Jughead had seen you drunk more times than he cared to admit, especially after moving in with you when the drive-in shut down. But never this type of crying, miserable, messy drunk.

“Why? “he asks.

You shake your head, pushing yourself off the wall and walking down the hall, staring at your feet as you walk in an attempt to stay upright.

Jughead follows behind you as you head to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and sitting on a barstool at the counter. He leans against

it, drumming his fingers until you set your glass down.

“Want me to make you something to eat? “he asks, heading for the pantry.

You tug him by his sleeve, shaking your head. “If I eat, I will puke. “

“Do you want to talk, about it? “he asks, taking a step closer to you.

“If I talk, I will puke. “you grumble.

A small smile spread across Jugheads lips. “Alright why don’t we just get you to bed and talk about this when you wake up? “You groan, standing up and dragging your feet upstairs.

Jughead walks behind you within a safe distance in case you fall. He stops when you walk into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind you. He leans against the door, waiting to hear clanging or

smashing or some sort of accident and instead hears choked crying.

“I’m coming in!“ he calls out, pushing the door open with a creak.

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the water running, hoping it would drown out the sound of your crying to no avail. When that doesn’t work, you bury your face in your hands.

Jughead crouches in front of you, resting a hand on your knee. He mumbles, “You’re scaring me. “

“I’m sorry Jughead, it’s just been a terrible day. But I am fine. I would not be crying so much if I weren’t so drunk. “you say, resting a hand over his, “I am fine. “

“What happened? You can talk to me. “he says.

“Archie broke up with me “you finally say. “I’ve texted and called him like a hundred times, but he won’t reply. “

Jugheads eyes widen. “W-well what did he say when he broke up with you? “

“He said “I want to break up and then the game started “you shrug.

Jughead stands up and then sits beside you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he turns the tap off. He felt awful knowing the reason why Archie had broken up with you but not being able to tell you. It would break your heart if you knew Archie had been hooking up with Ms. Grundy while you had spent your vacation in Europe sending him postcards every chance you got. It was not like Archie had cheated over the Summer. You would both agreed to take a break over the holidays. The only difference was that you’d come back even more in love with Archie whilst he drifted so far, he couldn’t come back to you even if he wanted to.

He had been cheating for the past two weeks though; sneaking around with Ms. Grundy instead of just breaking up with you. In a way, Jughead was relieved he finally broken up with you. It would have killed you if you found out yourself.

Jughead sighs loudly. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make some pizza? “

“It’s 4am. “, you say. “You can’t make pizza at 4am. “

Jughead rubs his hands together, “I can, and I will. But only if

you promise to shower. You smell like a bar on St. Patrick’s Day. “he says frowning.

“Like puke and beer? “you ask.

He nods sympathetically

“Fine. “you grumble, shooing him outside. You peel your clothes off and toss them in the hamper, climbing into the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and your mind a little bit. For a little while, isolated from the rest of the world, you felt okay again. You climb out wearily, wrapping your hair in a towel and putting your robe on as you walk to your room. You pull on a pair of pajama shorts and one of Jugheads hoodies before padding downstairs to be greeted by the smell of freshly baked pizza.

You felt sober, though still mildly sick; you always felt uneasy after drinking. Through the windows, the sun was beginning to rise, sending a stream of light through that made your head pound lightly.

“You look better. “Jughead says with a small smile. “And

just in time. “he grins, heading to the oven and pulling the mitts onto his hands before opening it. He reaches in, smiling to himself, clearly impressed with his own skills.

He sets it down on the counter, pulling the mitts off with a large grin.

“I’ve outdone me. “

“You really have. “; you say half laughing. You reach for a slice but Jughead swats your hand away, clicking his tongue.

“Not until we talk. “he says firmly.

“But Jug… “you tried to change the conversation, but he quickly interrupted you.

“Don’t Jug me! “he rolls his eyes, “You really scared me last night. You were supposed to be home earlier. “he says. He had his signature lecturing face on; the one that made you want to reach up and pinch his cheeks, but he looked so cute, you could not help but keep quiet and listen.

“What were you thinking? “he asks, “, Reggie called me this morning to tell me you passed out in his room. He locked the door so no one could go in but when he came back you were gone. He was totally freaked out that you wouldn’t have made it home in the condition you were in. “

“Reggie called you. “you ask playfully, stiffening when you notice Jugheads stern expression, “Yeah, okay “, you shrug guiltily, “I climbed out the window because I just wanted to come home. “

“If he hadn’t locked that door… “

You quickly interrupted him. “I know, Jug, it was stupid. “you sigh, “I was not thinking. I was just sad. “;

“I get that. “he nods, “But something terrible could have happened to you. “His own eyes had grown bloodshot as he watched you.

“Something worse than Archie dumping you. It is not the end of the world just because your jock boyfriend breaks up with you, okay? “he says, his voice raised.

You were staring at your legs dangling down from the barstool in embarrassment.

“I don’t know what I would have done if. “

“I’m sorry Jug. “you apologize, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you mad “

“I’m not mad “he says, resting his hands on both sides of your face so you’re looking at him, “I was fucking worried. You cannot do that to me ever again, ok? “he asks softly.

You nod, resting your hands over his. Jughead gently caressed your face together, smiling.

“Let me get you a plate. “As he begins to walk away, you reach for his hand and pull him back, sliding off your stool and hugging him, your head resting against his chest.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. “you mutter, squeezing him slightly too hard. You wanted to hold onto him for as long as possible seeing that everything else was slipping through your fingers.

“You’re not going to start crying again, are you? “he chuckles, “I am not great at comforting people. “

“No. “you roll your eyes, sniffling as you pull away slightly to at him.

“You can cry if you want. “he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He lingers, his face moving down slowly until his lips are a breath away from yours.

You hesitate for a split second and so does he. You’d been friends your whole lives and Jughead had watched you and Archie fall in love over that time. Archie was his best friend and you were his ex-girlfriend and kissing you would change everything.

But every bone in his body told him it was something he needed to do. Ever so slowly, his lips dust against yours only to be met with hunger as you kiss him back. You jump up, sitting on the counter and wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. His hands trail up from your thighs to your waist but when he finally gets back to your face, he pulls away slightly, taking a step back.

He clears his throat, out of breath, his eyes wide in alarm, “W-we should stop. “

“Yeah, maybe we should. “; you say despite wanting to pull him back. Right on cue, there’s a knock at the door like a sign from the universe that you and Jughead weren’t meant to be.

“I’ll get it. “he says quickly, rushing to the door. He regretted pulling that door open immediately when he found Archie standing in front of him.

“What are you doing here? “Jughead asks blankly, his brows furrowed together.

Archie smiles crookedly in confusion, “I’m here to see (your name). “Archie said.

“You guys broke up last night. “Jughead states, unwilling to move aside to let him in.

“It was a misunderstanding. “Archie says, growing impatient as he looks for you over Jugheads head.

“I think it should stay one. “Jughead says pointedly, “You can’t keep doing this to her. “

Archie raises a questioning brow.

“Grundy. “; Jughead deadpans, “You cannot have it both ways. “

“I don’t want it both ways. I want (your name). “Archie states.

Jughead feels his stomach tie itself into knots, “Then you have to tell her. Everything. “

Archie narrows his eyes at Jughead, shaking his head silently. “I’m not going to do that, man. “

“If you do not tell her, I will. “Jughead says threateningly.

Before Archie can argue, you are walking to the door, your face drained of color as you spot him.

“Archie... “you say, standing next to Jughead. You watch his arm tense when yours brushes against it.

“Archie was just leaving. “; Jughead says, beginning to close the door.

If it had ended like that, it would have been all too easy.

Archie should have let you go, the way he planned to the night before… it was the right thing to do. But Archie had never been good at doing the right thing.

His hands shoot out and pries the door open as he takes a step in.

“Actually, Jughead was just inviting me in. “he says lowly, making it clear to Jughead that he had no intention of leaving.

“I’m not saying he was perfect.  He was far from it in fact, but he was something that I couldn’t resist. We never dated, though at times I wish we would’ve. At the beginning, I wasn’t trying to let him in.  I didn’t want to, but somewhere along the line, I fell for him. Hard.

Then, he decided he needed to leave.

Then, I accepted it.

I accepted the fact that I couldn’t be with him.

I don’t necessarily think I was in love with him, but oh, I could’ve been. I really really could’ve been.

I have this feeling that it’s not over. It’s not that I think he’s gonna come running back, and we will live happily ever after. I’m not deluding myself like that, but I know somewhere deep down that we haven’t seen the last of each other.

Maybe in a week or ten years down the road, I know we will find each other and smile.

(via mindlesskids)