I Won’t Say pt. 2 (Jughead x Reader)
-Summary: Part two of I Won’t Stay, where Jughead and Y/N go to the dance together but ditch.
-Jughead Jones x Reader
-Request? Yep.
-Word Count: 1110
-Warnings: none
-A/N: Jughead is living in the drive in still for this one, it fits better with the story.
-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl , @xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky ,
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Jughead’s POV
If I was being honest, I was quite nervous. I was supposed to be picking up Y/N in thirty minutes for the school dance that she asked me to. Dances aren’t my thing, but I wasn’t about to say no to a chance with Y/N, even though everything in my head was telling me that I should do otherwise, that anything to do with relationships is a waste, because someone always gets hurt in the end. But I ignored it, and decided I’m gonna do what my heart wants for once. She is the one who asked me after all. Or had I misinterpreted it? Was she asking me as a friend? I hoped not.
I shook the thoughts from my head and grabbed my phone and left the drive in, locking the door to the place behind me. After about twenty minutes I arrived at Y/N’s house; I was ten minutes early, but that didn’t matter, she usually gets ready for things super quick. I sent her a quick text telling her I was here, opting not to knock on the door and having to face her nosy mother.
I may love Y/N, but that does not mean I have to like her parents.
No, I’m still not admitting that I love her.
After a minute or two, the door opened up to a smiling Y/N. I couldn’t help but smile back, she had the most beautiful smile.
“Ready to go?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Let’s go.”
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When we arrived at school, we immediately found our group of friends. They all greeted us and the evening went on with us just talking and drinking the punch that had not yet been spiked by Reggie. I was getting kind of bored after about two hours, Y/N and I just sitting down, watching everybody dancing.
Then, the slow dance came on.
I sat there for a couple of seconds, debating whether I should ask her to dance. It would be rude if I didn’t, but also risky if I did. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and finally said it:
“Do you want to dance?”
She looked at me and smiled, “Thought you’d never ask.”
I stood up and held my hand out to her, she took it and I led her to the dance floor where everyone else was dancing. She placed her arms around my neck, and I carefully placed my hands on her waist, my heart racing from how close we were in proximity. It felt like we were just stood there, staring at each other, no cares in the world. Before we knew it the song was over and we parted awkwardly, not saying a word.
She spoke up, “This dance is boring, wanna leave?”
I nodded and we left, not even telling any of our friends goodbye. We made our way to our ‘secret spot’, otherwise known as the tree house in the back yard of Y/N’s house. We hadn’t been up here in a while. We had been so wrapped up in the investigation into Jason Blossom’s murder and the Blue and Gold that we hadn’t really had time to properly hang out in our spot. We used to come here once a week, as a tradition. We’d made a silly pact when we were younger that we would only be best friends if we met there every week. We would play card games and board games to keep ourselves amused. It was what I looked forward to every week.
When she pulled out Cluedo from the stack of board games I laughed, “Hopefully we can actually solve this murder.”
She laughed, “Shut up you goof.”
Although it was dark and there was very little light in the tree house, our eyes adjusted and we sat down and set up everything and started playing. About half way into the game, I couldn’t help myself but to say, “I’ve missed this.”
She looked up from her cards, “The game or us hanging out?”
I rolled my eyes, “The second one obviously.”
She smiled, “Me too,” she said sincerely, then she went back to the game, “I think I’m gonna accuse.”
I shook my head, “You can’t possibly know who it is!”
She smirked, “Was it scarlet, with the pistol, in the bedroom?”
I looked down at my cards, knowing that I didn’t have any of those, and she had in fact won. I groaned and threw my cards down, and she laughed.
“You chose this game cause you always win at it, cheater,” I say, teasing her.
“Hey! It’s not my fault you suck at it!” She said laughing.
After we had packed the game up, too tired for another game, she sat back down next to me. It was quiet for a moment until Y/N spoke up again, “How have you been? You know, besides everything.”
I shrugged, “Fine, haven’t really had much time to think about anything else.”
Y/N nodded, “I get what you mean, I haven’t really had a moment to myself either, which made me enjoy tonight a hundred times more, because I got to spend time with you, like we used to,” she smiled fondly.
We sat there, in the dark tree house, just staring at each other. Thanks to my lack of control, my eyes flickered to her lips for a split second. I love her. I’m in love with her.
“I, uh…” I trailed off, not really knowing where I was going with my words. I didn’t really want to finish my sentence, because admitting it means being vulnerable, it means putting myself at risk for being hurt by the ones you love. I already knew how that felt. But I didn’t have to admit anything if I just showed her instead.
So I kissed her.
It was like the world stopped spinning. Her lips connected with mine in the most luxurious way that I felt like I was going dizzy. Everything made sense. I had no idea how much I had wanted this until now.
It felt like a lifetime until we pulled apart, and when we did I had to say it, “I love you.”
She inhaled a deep breath, looking like she was still recovering from what had just happened, “I-I love you too Jughead, I always have.”
“You have?” I ask, shocked.
She nods her head and places her hand on my cheek, smiling, “How could I not love you? You’ve always been here for me when no- one else was.”
I couldn’t even come up with a reply, I was just filled with relief.
So instead, I kissed her again.
