#riverdaletales

Just a quick one shot I wrote today from a request, enjoy x

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“Y/N,” Jughead says, catching your attention.

You look up from your strawberry milkshake to the boy with the crown beanie. The boy you had been avoiding for weeks.

He seems to take the response as a cue to continue, “I know I’ve been a bit busy with Betty lately, and I haven’t hung out with you as much as I should be but I can’t help but feel you’ve been contributing to that as well, whenever I have tried to reach out you’ve been busy. Have I done something to annoy or hurt you? I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings,” He says looking at you with his sincere and worried face.

You took a last sip from your milkshake. You knew you shouldn’t have come, you had let your poor heart say yes to meeting him at Pop’s in the hopes that Jug had wanted to tell you he’d broken up with Betty and he’d realised he’d loved you all along. Bit of a stretch but you’d missed him regardless.

“I just don’t want to get in between you and Betty, you guys are in a new relationship, it happens,” you lie, looking down and swallowing down what you really want to say.

Jug squints his eyes, not believing you, “I know when you’re lying, c’mon what’s really up?”

“It’s nothing Jug, really,” you reassure him. It’s not like you can confess the stupid crush to him.

“Y/N we have been friends since third grade, I know when something is up with you and this is one of those times. So please, just tell me,” He pleads, not having it.

You roll your eyes, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because it affecting our friendship?”

“I’ve been busy, there’s nothing to tell.”

“You’ve always made time for me before?”

Damn, he got you there, “It’s nothing Jughead, honestly.”

“If it’s nothing then why can’t you tell me?” He asks, confused.

“Because maybe it’s something that involves you!” You shout, a bit too loudly.

You saw some eyes turn to you around the diner. You realise what you said, and you get up to leave. Jughead scrambles and leaves some money on the table, and follows you outside.

“Y/N! Please talk to me!”

You ignore him and continue walking, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn around.

927 Words

You were sitting in your usual booth at Pop’s Diner, revising some maths equations while you waited for your routine chocolate milkshake to arrive. You usually did this, as you didn’t like studying at home. You preferred noisy surroundings, as it motivated you to keep focused. Whenever you were studying you never invited anyone to sit with you at the diner, not even Jughead, your best friend for four years; so you were surprised when he sat down across from you.

You looked up at him with a questioning look, Jughead usually only popped up randomly when he was interrogating people, “Hello,” you greeted him.

He didn’t reply, just watched as your long awaited milkshake was placed on the table by a nice waitress, and stole the cherry off the top.

“You’re lucky I don’t like cherries,” you said to him, knowing he already knew that, “Is there a reason to your sudden appearance during my study time?”

He finally spoke, “Something tells me you’ve been keeping information from me.”

You raised your eyebrow, while you took a sip from your milkshake.

He elaborated, less interrogative now, more caring, “You’ve been acting weird around me lately, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

Although your heart skipped a beat in panic, you kept a straight face. You realised lately that you’ve actually grown feelings for the boy with the dark brown locks. You hadn’t realised but it has made you hyperaware of everything you did around him, careful not to be too flirtatious in case he picked up on it. You couldn’t bear the thought of ruining your friendship.

“Y/N?”  Jughead clicked his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry, I just,” You tried to find an excuse, “I’ve been stressed about school, that’s all.”

He squinted at you in disbelief, “I know when you’re lying Y/N, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Have I done something?”

You took another sip of your milkshake, debating a reasonable answer, “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t. And no you haven’t done anything.”

“You know you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend,” Jughead told you.

You looked up at him and nodded, “I know, but not this.”

“Fine, I’ll leave it alone for now but I will get an answer, don’t you worry,” Jughead said and with that he got up and walked out of Pop’s, leaving you to your study and thoughts about the boy in the crown beanie.

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You were lying in bed later that night, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard a knock at your window. You jumped when you saw a silhouette outside, but then looked a little closer to see the facial features of none other but Jughead. You put your phone down and walked over to the window to open it to let him in.

“Hey,” Jughead greeted you, climbing up the ladder he somehow found, into your bedroom.

You shook your head at his antics, a smile of amusement on your face, his weirdness will forever be surprising, “Hey.”

“Mind if I stay for a bit?” He asked.

“Sure,” you said, walking back over to your bed to lay down.

Jughead slipped off his shoes, walked over and laid down next to you. You both were just laying on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

You spoke up, “Is there a reason you came to my house at 9pm at night?”

“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong,” He blatantly answered.

You sighed, “Right.”

He turned his head to look at you, “Please? Can you tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m not being a good friend by not knowing.”

You turned your head to him as well, staring into his eyes, those eyes you’ve grown to love, “I already told you, I can’t.”

He looked annoyed all of a sudden, “Whatever, don’t tell me then.”

You sat up, surprised by his annoyance, “Juggie, c’mon, I’m not keeping it from you to hurt you, I can’t tell you cause…” you sighed, “I-I just can’t, please don’t be mad.”

He sat up too, annoyance gone, replaced with a mischievous look, “Fine, I’m just gonna have to tickle it out of you.”

Your eyes widened in panic, you hated being tickled, you hated it, you were the most ticklish person ever, but before you could react, he’d already started on your sides.

“Jughead,” you laughed, “Please,” another laugh, “Stop!”

He didn’t oblige, you fell back, trying to get away but he stopped you by straddling your hips. He moved his hands up to your neck, tickling you feverishly and deviously, giving you no mercy.

“How,” laugh, “am I supposed,” laugh, “tell you,” laugh, “when you’re,” laugh, “doing this!” You choked out.

He stopped, hands placed softly on either side of your neck and somehow his face had gotten closer to yours.  He looked at you expectantly, waiting for the answer he so dearly wanted. Out of habit your eyes flickered to his lips, and when you looked back up there was a look of realisation on his face. Panic filled you, realising how obvious you had just been, but you thoughts were silenced when you felt a pair of lips on your own.

Jugheads lips.

Jughead was kissing you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss. It was everything you had imagined and more. After a few moments, he pulled away. You opened your eyes to a smiling Jughead, and you smiled back.

-Summary: When the reader finds out why Jughead is freaking out about the drive in closing, they take it into their own hands.

-Word Count: 740

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl  @xbobaaa @flowercrown-bucky @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn

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You were sitting at Pop’s, doing some study, when Jughead suddenly sits down in front of you.

Before you could say hello to your boyfriend, he immediately starts off with, “The Twilight Drive-In is closing down.”

You widen your eyes with the sudden outburst, and with the new information, “Wow, really?”

He nodded in agreement, “It got bought by some private buyer, which is just ridiculous! Why would someone want to just destroy something that means so much to this town? It’s been here since before I was born! It’s got history, I just can’t believe they’re letting it get taken down.”

You were interested in why Jughead was so invested in this but decided to let it slide, he’s been here his whole life, you only moved here when you were 10 and became best friends with Jughead, and you’ve been dating for a year now.

“Is there going to be a ‘last night movie’ night?” You asked, as you knew he worked there, he controlled all the movies and stuff.

“Of course! How could that not happen, I think I’d have to sue them if they didn’t,” He replied.

You smiled at his annoyance with it, it was kind of cute, “Play my favourite movie?”

He smiles at you, looking like he had temporarily forgotten about the drive-in and replied, “Of course.”

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Over the next couple of days, all Jughead would talk about is the theatre. When you were just spending time with him he was okay but the conversation would always turn to the drive-in closing down. It was really out of character for Jughead to be so worried about something. You completely understood that it meant something to him but you felt as though there was something else to it. You could tell when Jughead was leaving something out of the picture.

You finally confronted him about it when you two were hanging out at your house. You lived alone, because you were really independent and you’re parents were very rich so they let you have your own apartment for you 16th birthday. Only Jughead and your friend group knew you lived alone, you didn’t need it being spread around the school that your parents were filthy rich.

You and Jughead were sitting on the couch, just watching a movie, and Juggie had just finished talking about the drive-in once again, and you finally said, “I think we need to have a talk.”

Jughead tensed, and he reached for the remote and paused the movie, he turned to you, expectant.

You sighed, conflicted on where to start, “It’s about the drive-in… I’m just getting this vibe from you that you’re keeping something from me, like you’re leaving something out? You keep going on about it and I know it means something to you but you never usually go on about things that frustrate you for this long.”

Jughead was quiet for a moment. He sighed and rubbed his face in frustration, you didn’t press the question, and let him analyse everything for a minute.

“I just…” He paused for a moment, like he wa preparing himself, “ I’m living there.”

You’re heart sank, what?

“What?”

“I’m homeless Y/N, and I live there. It’s by choice obviously, you know about my dad and everything,” Jughead explained.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, putting an arm around him.

“I just didn’t need you worrying about me, or offering to take me in, I’m too much of a burden and your parents wouldn’t be happy with you living alone with your boyfriend.”

“Hey, I’d rather die than let you be homeless. You are not a burden. And who cares about my parents? I’m not going to let you be homeless, I’m with you okay? Always.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you understand right?” Jughead says, kind of ashamed.

“Of course I get it and as soon as that drive in closes, you’re coming to live with me. And that’s final okay?” You say, smiling.

He looks at you, smiling, and says, “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You laugh, “Me either, now kiss me.”

He smiles and presses his lips to yours, both of your lips meshing together perfectly. He pulls away and peppers kisses all over your face, and you giggle at the ticklish sensation from it.

-Summary: Jughead won’t admit that he’s in love with you, even though everyone can see it.

- Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 659

-Warnings: none

-A/N: Sorry If it isn’t really exciting, tried my best lol. Enjoy!

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl

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PART 2

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JUGHEADS POV

I sat at Pop’s diner in my usual booth, drinking a milkshake as I typed away at my laptop. When I heard someone sit down in front of me, I looked up for a second, and saw that it was Archie.

Although I was kind of disappointed it wasn’t Y/N, I greeted the red haired boy with a, “Hey,” and continued typing.

“So when are you gonna admit that you’re totally in love with Y/N?” I heard Archie ask.

I rolled my eyes and replied, “I’m not in love with her, we’re friends, and she’s helping me with Jason’s case.”

I was about to continue typing when Archie said, “You’re so full of shit.”

I closed my eyes took in a deep breath and shut my laptop, giving Archie my full attention as I couldn’t concentrate on writing anything at the moment, “And what makes you think that?”

He smirked, “Well for one, whenever you aren’t on that thing, you’re with her,” I give him a blank stare, but he continues, “You practically stare at her all the time, you’re the only one who laughs at her terrible puns, she’s the only one you’ll share food with and not to mention, when she smiles it looks like you’re about to explode with sunshine and rainbows. Which never happens. Ever.”

He’s right, but as if I’m gonna admit that; and as much as he’s right, I honestly see no point in admitting anything if it will just ruin my friendship with her. She can’t possibly reciprocate the feelings, as if she would. I’d just rather not get myself hurt. People need to get off my case.

I gave an amused smile at his words, “I’m not in love with her, and you know that I think relationships are stupid, one of us, or both, would get hurt in the end and it’s not worth taking that risk,” Archie laughed at that, “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so in denial, read my lips, you’re in love!” Archie said mockingly slow, “Say it!”

“Say what?” I looked up to see Y/N standing at the table smiling at me.

My heart skips a beat and I smiled a little, “Nothing, just Archie being stupid as usual.”

She laughed and slides in next to me in the booth, “Isn’t he always being stupid to you?”

I smiled and looked to Archie and saw him shaking his head at me with a knowing smile, “Yeah, pretty much,” I replied.

Archie spoke up, “Well, I have some music writing to do, so I’m gonna go do that and leave you two alone, see ya’,” He said and got up and left.

Y/N looked after him, eyebrow raised in confusion, “That was weird.”

“He’s always weird.”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Mhm,” she changed the subject, “So what was he trying to get you to say before I arrived?”

I panicked a little bit, “Uh, just something stupid, doesn’t matter.”

She looked at me suspiciously but didn’t question it, “Alright, um anyways, I came to ask you, um,” she hesitated a little bit, but recovered, smiling, “Would you like to come to the dance with me?”

I blinked a couple of times out of surprise, but before I could give a reply she said, “Sorry, you don’t have to say yes, just thought I’d ask cause I don’t know if I would go with anyone else.”

I shook my head, “Of course I’ll go with you, why would I say no?”

She smiled and gave me a hug, I hugged her back, “Well, I’ll leave you to your writing,” she said, about to get up.

I grabbed her hand to stop her, “You can stay, I don’t mind.”

I saw her look down at our hands and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, she looked back up and smiled, “Okay.”

-Summary: The reader finds out she is pregnant with her boyfriend Jughead’s baby, and he’s not very accepting of it at first, and it causes some problems.

-Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 1829

-Warnings: angst, teenage pregnancy, some swearing, mentions of bullying (I guess?)

-A/N: Enjoy! Btw guys, just letting you know I don’t know what the legal age for sex is in America, but it’s 16 here in Australia, in Queensland, so sorry if you get confused!

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl ,  @xbobaaa , @flowercrown-bucky , @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn,

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You decided to stay home from school today; after throwing up the second you woke up, you thought it best. Confusion filled your brain when it happened, you didn’t know how you got so sick suddenly, especially since you had felt fine the night before. You had back tracked to everything you ate and couldn’t remember eating anything bad, and none of your friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin were sick, and neither was your boyfriend, Jughead. Shit, you forgot to tell Jughead you weren’t going to school. He’ll be worried. You quickly picked up your phone and texted him, telling him why you were absent.

You and Jughead had been dating for about 8 months now, and he was everything to you. He was the best boyfriend you had ever had, and you planned on keeping him for a very long time. It was just so easy with you two, you both supported each other and made each other happy. You both loved each other immensely. Not to mention, the sex was pretty damn good too. It didn’t happen often, both of you not really sexual people, but when it did happen, my god was it amazing. Last time was probably around two weeks ago.

This thought got you thinking, could the throwing up be related to that? What if it’s morning sickness? You quickly opened up your period diary app on your phone, to see when you were due, because you knew that would be the main sign. When you saw that you were in fact one week late, your stomach dropped. What if you were pregnant? With Jugheads baby. At sixteen. You started panicking, you needed to get your hands on some pregnancy tests to confirm, asap.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and when you saw it was Jughead, you smiled. You slowly got up, careful not to upset your stomach even further. You opened the window and he climbed through.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.

Jughead shook his head, “Not when my beautiful girlfriend is at home sick, and needing her boyfriend to love and care for her,” he said cheekily.

You blushed at his words, rolling your eyes at him, “I’m fine, just got a bit sick is all,” you said nonchalantly, laying back down on your bed.

Jughead picked up on your tone, dumping his bag on your floor and taking his shoes off, laying down next to you, “Is everything alright?”

You panicked, but then realised that nothing was confirmed yet so you just brushed it off, “Apart from throwing up my guts, everything’s fine.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he seemed to let it slide and smiled, brushing your hair out of your face.

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It felt like you had been sitting there staring at it forever, trying not to cry. It felt like your word had been turned upside down. The only positive you could find in this whole situation was staring back at you on the three pregnancy tests you held. You knew this would change your life forever, no matter what you did with this information; it would always be a milestone in your life. You were sixteen for god’s sake, and so was Jughead. The first thing that you thought when you saw the three plus signs was ‘Holy shit what am I gonna tell Jughead?’

He’s homeless, and can barely provide for himself, it’s lucky that he’s even living with Archie. Your family was alright with money but you didn’t know if they could support one more, your parents only had average day jobs, nothing spectacular but it was enough to only provide for the three of you. And what about school? How were you going to graduate? You’ll be the laughing stock of the high school, the ‘whore’ the ‘slut’ the ‘idiot’.

You were so confused about how this happened. You swore you wore protection with Juggie that night, you hadn’t felt it break but it was a possibility. You were on birth control but you couldn’t remember if you had taken it that day. You put your head in your hands, how could you have let this happen? Were you going to keep it? You didn’t know. Would it have a good life? Would Jughead want it?

You decided that you have to tell Jughead, there was no way you could keep it from him. So you grabbed the three pregnancy tests, hid them under your shirt and quickly snuck into your room. It was 12am, you had to take the tests when no-one was awake so you wouldn’t get caught by your mum or dad or anything. You threw them under your pillow, and grabbed your phone, dialling Jugheads number.

It took a couple of rings before he answered with a groggy voice, “Y/N? Are you alright? Why are you calling so late?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m fine,” you lied, “Sorry to wake you, I need you to come over now, it’s important.”

Jughead sounded more awake now, and there was rustling on the line, “Yeah, of course, are you sure you’re okay?”

You didn’t answer his question, “I’ll explain more when you’re here, see you soon.” And you hung up.

You sat on the edge of your bed, going over what you could possibly say to him, how you could possibly explain this situation to him without him getting mad. Soon enough, there was a knock at your window. You took a deep breath and walked over to it, letting him in.

As soon as he was in he hugged you, “Are you okay? What wrong? You don’t usually call this late unless somethings really wrong,” he pulled back, studying your features and his hands resting on your arms.  

You looked over his worried demeanour, appreciative of how much he cares about you, but all that changed when you spoke your next words.

“Jughead, I-I’m pregnant.”

His face immediately turned cold, his hands slid off your arms, back next to his sides. He looked like he was processing what you just said, trying to find some possibility that what you just said wasn’t true.

He shook his head, “We used protection and you’re on birth control, it’s not possible.”

You empathised with him, “I know it’s hard to believe Juggie, I just, that day I was sick… it was morning sickness. I’m a week late for my period and I’ve got three positive pregnancy tests.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes, pacing the room, in denial, “No, no, where are they? Prove it.”

You were kind of offended that he didn’t believe you, but you walked over to your bed and pulled out the pregnancy tests from under your pillow, passing them to his held out hand.

He looked at them with a blank expression. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, like he didn’t want to believe. Then, he threw them against the wall.

You panicked, worried your parents might wake up, “Shhhhh! Jughead! My parents are asleep!” You whisper-yelled.

He whisper-yelled back, “Then don’t fucking call me at 12am in the morning, telling me I’m a goddamn father of a kid you know I damn well can’t provide for! This has just fucked my life over Y/N! Changed everything!” He shook his head again, rubbing his hands over his face, then he turned back and started towards the window, about to leave, “Don’t talk to me until I’m ready, I need to think about this, I can’t deal with this right now,” and he left.

You tried to blink the tears away, but they ended up just running down your face. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You understood about what a shock it was, even worse than him, but he didn’t have to act like that, towards you, his girlfriend. You shook your head, getting up and picking up the scattered pregnancy tests, sniffling, and throwing them in the bin next to your desk, making sure to cover it with some paper so your mum wouldn’t walk in and accidentally see them. You dragged yourself into bed, overwhelmed with the stress and anxiety of what just happened. You shut your eyes, trying your best to fall asleep.

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It was a couple of days later, and Jughead hasn’t talked to you yet. You were sick with worry and you were constantly looking at your phone just hoping that a text would come from him asking to talk. Your group of friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin had definitely picked up on the dynamic shift in your relationship. They had all asked you if you were okay and you just replied with “We’re fine, don’t worry,” even though you knew none of them believed you. Archie would have noticed Jugheads more silent mood for sure, but knew he wouldn’t say a word to anyone despite it.

You were sitting at a booth at Pop’s diner when a text finally arrived.

We need to talk, meet at the park near Pop’s?

You quickly typed a reply, I’ll be there in 5.

It was dark out, but that means there would be no one around to listen in to your conversation. You got up, leaving some money on the table to pay for the food you ate, and left for the park that was close by.

When you arrived, you quickly spotted the familiar grey crown beanie sitting on a bench. You walked over and sat down next to the raven haired boy. It was silent for a while, both of you just sitting, not quite sure where to start.

But then Jughead spoke up, “I just want to start by saying I’m sorry for how I reacted, I’m sure you can understand that I was a bit shocked, and a bit fucking terrified if I’m being honest,” he said with his usual sarcastic tone, “I should’ve been more supportive, and I promise I will be. If you decide to keep the child of course, I understand if you don’t, and I’ll support anything you decide.”

You smiled, and took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand, “I understand, and I’m terrified too, I don’t know how this will pan out. But, I’ve thought about it and I want to keep it, I just want to make sure it’s the better decision, and I need you here to help me figure that out, I don’t know how my parents will react, or how we’re going to raise it in our conditions, but as long as I have you with me, I’ll be okay.”

-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.

This is the masterlist for all my imagines. There isn’t many lol

Jughead Jones Imagines:

 Interrogation

I Won’t Say

Stay

I Won’t Say pt.2

We’ll Figure It Out