#Imagine if Juggie was like

[sirompp]

every time i think about riverdale i get so incredibly fucking mad and i try and make a coherent post about it to get across why its whole concept of existing is So Shit and i can never do it and i delete the post before its even made.

[pocket-jack]

Love Mail

Luffy climbing up to Victoria Punk: Love mail!

Killer playing along: Love mail? Oh! It must be a letter for you, Kid!

Kid: You're two are a dorks. The hell is love mail?

Luffy: It's a news report. Did you know that the sunflowers on the whole island are looking at the same direction? They're looking at you, sunshine! Get it? Because sunflowers are always facing the sun, and when there isn't any, they're facing each other. I guess they confused you with the sun, Juggy!

Kid, all red: "Drops his instrument kit" Ahhh... What a bullshit...

Killer: Aww, that's sweet

Kid: Shut up...

Luffy: I'll go spread the Love Mail to Traffy! Enjoy your day!

Kid: Mggghghhh....

Killer: I'll translate that: you too, Straw Hat!

Luffy, climbing in the Polar Tang: Love Mail!

Shachi: AAAH! Straw Hat! You scared me! Don't sneak up on us so suddenly! And what the hell is a Love Mail?

Luffy: Can't tell you! It's for Traffy!

Shachi: Ah-... Ooooh! I get it! Ooooooi! Captain! There's a letter for you!!

Law coming from the operating room cleaning his instruments: A letter? From who?

Luffy: From me :))

Law: "Smiling warmly" What is it?

Luffy: A love mail! S' a fact actually!

Law: A fact? A fun one?

Luffy: A really fun one! Did you know that I have a disease?

Law: Wha-? A disease? What is it? Why didn't you tell me? You know that your and Kids health are important to me! What are the symptoms?

Luffy: I know how it's called and I've had it for a while know... And the symptoms are... "Pressed his hand to his chest" Whenever I'm around Traffy my heart keeps beating faster and I may die if I stop looking at him! You know how it's called?

Law completely oblivious: I... Such a strange and vague symptoms... Are you sure there's nothing else? It can't be that I don't know it!..

Luffy: Te-he! The disease that I have is called... 'Traffy is so attractive that I can't look away from him"!

Law: ...

Law: "Turns red, but also sighs in relief" Oh... Oh! Straw Hat-ya, don't scare me like that! I thought you had something serious!

Luffy: It is serious! There is also a newpaper in the love mail! It's states that Trafalgar Law is the handsomest doctor in the world! And do you know who wrote the report? The future Pirate King Monkey D. Luffy! Can you imagine!?

Law: "Flatters" Aw! Stop! I need to work! Did you send the love mail to Eustass too?

Luffy: Of course! I'm the best love mail man in the world!

Luffy: "Leaves" Byee! Hope the love letter made your day!

Law: It sure did...

Shachi: Awww! Captain is smiling! This is the best day of my life!

Law: Shachi, I will split you in half.

Shachi: Got it! I'll shut up!

Robin: Hello, Luffy! How was your love mail plan?

Luffy: It's good! Traffy and jaggy were so red and happy when I told them about it! Thank you for helping with the quotes! And thanks to you too, Sanji!

Sanji: Repay me with stopping trying to break into the refrigerator. I know you tried to bite off the code lock

Luffy: But I'm hungry at night! How can I eat if the refrigerator looked?

Robin: "Spots Kid, climbing onto the ship" Oh, hello Kid

Luffy: Jaggy! Do you need something?

Kid: Yeah, just wanted to pass you the mail

Luffy: The mail?

Kid: Yes. It's the trinket. I know, you love them

Luffy: Wha- For me???

Kid: Yep! I can't do quotes, but I'd do anything to see you happy

Luffy: "Processing" ...

Luffy: "Covers his red face with a hat" Nishishishi! Thank you!..

Kid: "Rises Luffy's chin with his hand to see his red face" No prob! That's what the Love Mail means, right?

Luffy: "Got shy" Ahh!.. Y-yeah!...

Robin and Sanji: Aaawww

Law: "Teleports to them with a box" Hey

Luffy: Traffy? Why are you here?

Law: Don't act like I can't see my partner whenever I want. About the Love Mail thing

Luffy: Oh? "Hides his eyes with a hat" You too???..

Kid: I was first! Did he get you too?

Law: I just want to talk about his... 'Disease'. Not compete for his attention with you, Eustass

Luffy: What do you wanna talk about?

Law: Your diagnosis. First time I thought I don't know anything about it, but know that you named a disease, I think that I know exactly what too prescribe you

Luffy: Wha?..

Law: "Gives him a box" It may ease the symptoms a little bit. But the kisses and hugs will do the trick as well

Luffy: "Opens it" What's inside? A medicine?

Law: The best that I have

Luffy sees the inside full of chocolate that he loves: Oh!?.. OOOOH?????

Kid: Don't tell me he won! What about my trinket to you? It can be used as a fidget toy, puzzle, even self defens-.. Agh... Forget it. You already ate the chocolate... I'm glad you happy, monkey

Luffy: It was SO delicious! It had my favorite flavor and all! Oh!.. Wait... Was I suppose... To eat all of it in one go.

Law: You can eat as much as you want. That's kind of the thing. You can't get overdose. Truly a beautiful medicine for a beautiful patient

Luffy: Eh... Stop... That's not...

Kid: It is! You're beautiful! The prettiest out of the world! And also you, hot doc

Law: Hot doc? Did you receive the news as well?

Kid: I've figured you'd be! And you too! So adorable when you shy "Smooches Luffy"

Luffy: ..aaw.. "Covers his whole face with hat"

Kid and Law got K.O-ed momentetaly: Oh-...

Kid and Law proceeds to hug and kiss completely shy Luffy: Love Mail - the best thing in the world!

Straw Hats: AWWWWWW

[fanfics4all]

Study Stress

Request: Yes / No  heyhey!! after i read a jughead fic of urs i loved it! i just wanted to make a request (jughead x reader) if thats okay :)) so imagine; finals were coming and our overachiever! reader here is just stressed bcuz of studying so much and bcuz of all the ruckus in their house she goes to her friends (archie and jughead) to have more peace. it was obvi that she was getting stressed and no sleep at all and when jughead checks on her she panics cuz her eyes got blurry and she got dizzy all of a sudden so the boys (mostly juggy) forced her to rest. (sorta like that one episode in modern family with alex tryna study but she got too stressed and stuff). hopefully u read this! if u ever decide on working on this then pls tag me! i rlly wanna see<33 xoxo Anon

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Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 737

Warnings: Panic attack from stress

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Study. Study. Study. That’s all I need to do and everything will be fine! I’ll pass all my classes and get into the college of my dreams! If only my fucking house was quiet! My parents were fighting downstairs. My brothers were playing video games and yelling at each other. And my sister was talking very loudly with her friends on the phone. I tried putting on my headphones and just study, but I could still hear them through the music. I packed up my shit and headed out the door. I don’t even think any of my family notice me leave and right now I didn’t care. I started walking to Archie’s house since my boyfriend was currently living there for a little bit. When I got there I knocked on the door and waited patiently for someone to answer. 

“Y/N?” Archie answered the door and I smiled. 

“Hey Arch, I was wondering if I could maybe study here? My house is a little crazy right now and I just need a quiet place.” I asked and he smiled. 

“Yeah, of course! Come on in.” He said and let me inside. I walked in and Jughead looked at me from the kitchen. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked and walked over to give me a hug. 

“She needs a place to study. Apparently her place is a little crazy.” Archie answered. 

“You can use my room, Y/N/N.” He added and I smiled. 

“Thanks, Arch.” I said. I gave Jug a kiss on the cheek and headed up to Archie’s room. I took a seat at his desk and sighed. It was so much quieter. This is nice. I felt my eyes start to droop slightly, but I shook my head and opened my book. I got back into my studying and just felt the stress building. I tried my hardest to shake it off and just study. 

There was a knock on the door maybe an hour later. I looked over and saw Jug walk in with a smile and glass of water. His face quickly turned to one of concern and I furrowed my brow at him. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked. He placed the glass of water down and kneeled in front of me. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, my voice breaking slightly. 

“No you aren’t.” He said and gently wiped my face. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he wiped my tears away. 

“Hey Y/N/N, how’s- whoa…” Archie cut himself off and his face softened. 

“Y/N/N, what happened?” He asked, taking a seat on his bed. 

“This whole semester is just stressing me out.” I sighed. 

“It’s only been a few weeks, I thought you were excited to be back at school?” Jug asked. 

“I am! But the workload is more than I thought it would be and I have a bad feeling that I’m not doing so well in my classes…” I answered with more tears falling down my face. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. You’re just stressed out. When was the last time you slept?” Archie asked and I shrugged. 

“I can’t, I’m always studying, trying to stay ahead! I don’t have time to sleep.” I said. 

“Baby, you have to take care of yourself. It can’t always be about school.” Jug said. 

“I know, but-” 

“Y/N, there’s no need to stress out.” Archie said. 

“Take a deep breath.” Jug said and I did. It actually helped me calm down a bit, but also made me feel a little dizzy. I started falling a bit, but Jughead and Archie caught me. 

“That’s it, you need to sleep. Archie can she barrow your bed for a bit?” Jug asked and he nodded. 

“Yeah, of course!” He said and got up. Jughead laid me down and kissed my head. 

“Get some sleep baby, you need it.” He said. 

“Rest as long as you need, Y/N/N.” Archie said. 

“Jug?” I asked and he hummed in response. 

“Will you stay with me, just a bit?” I mumbled, already half asleep. 

“Of course, baby.” He said and joined me in bed. I snuggled into him and sighed happily. 

“Make sure she sleeps plenty, Jug, she needs it.” Archie said before he left the two of us alone. 

“Night, baby.” Jug said as he kissed my head. 

“Night… Juggie…” I mumbled.

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[karmicgalaxies]

My friend said canonically Juggernaut has a soft spot for kids and I pitched to them the idea of single parent ay/N x Juggy 🥹

OH MY GOD HES GOT A SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS??? THATS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE OMFG 😭🥹🥹

The way that if the child was considerably young he’d just be so.. soft?? He’s such a big man just imagine him handling your child with the utmost care in the world, caring for them as he does you and treating them like they’re fragile porcelain.🥹 IM A SUCKER FOR A GENTLE BIG MAN CARING FOR A YOUNG KID 😭 He’d love the hell out of you and treat your child like his very own I’m convinced.

[timandlucy]

Remember when A*rchie stormed in and completely embarassed Juggie by exposing something that wasn't really his to tell?

[wolviecore]

have some lumberjack mountain man sweet pea coincidentally meeting jug in that Canada cabin fluff and angst

" Maybe this didn't occur to you," Jughead whispers low, whispers quietly, almost scared that the cute little birds plopped by his window will fly to tell the man next door what he's saying, but whispers true. " but delivering me with a bow and note to my ex boyfriend wasn't the brightest idea."

Here's what most people don't know, - or don't want to accept, - about Archie Andrews; He's sunshine in skin, pumped full of good and kind and everything nice.

But he's also the biggest asshole Jughead knows, and takes great delight in his rather childish sniveling. " And how exactly was I supposed to know he'd be there? I'm not you, I don't think about the guy 24/7."

" Hey! I don't, - I don't think about him!" Even with all his curtains shut, he still shrinks into a ball under his windows. Out of all places for Sweet Pea to reside at, it had to be the cabin next to his. "Not...All the time."

He certainly, most definetly, did not think about that stupid beard. What were even the point of beards? Isn't the point of handsome faces to be seen? Jughead wouldn't know, but shouldn't Sweet Pea?

Josie's sweet, perfectly harmonious voice cuts through, no doubt having listening the whole time. " You think his chubby cheeks were cute and you're upset you can't look at them!"

Jughead squeaked.

" Look, I'm with you. I've ridden that face enough times to know for a fact a beard wouldn't feel good, -"

Harder squeak. He loved his sister in law, but must she be like this?!

" Hi, Jojo," his hand felt cold, dragging down a blushed out face. " How's the bun baking?"

Josie giggles, and as usual, he thinks it's because of Archie. He can almost picture it, her pushing the redhead away with her bare foot, a hand on her round belly, trying to take the phone back. " It's laughing at you."

" Just like the other four, huh. Uncle Juggie just can't catch a break."

" Uncle Juggie better bring back another uncle at the end of the month. They've been asking when this Brett guy is gonna leave and I keep saying soon, so-"

A sudden knock makes him yelp, jump, bumping his head in solid pine wood. Hard. He groans. " I'll call you later. I think he's here. Why would he be here?! It's,-"

" It's fucking freezing out here and my shower isn't working so I want to use yours! "

That deep smooth voice Jughead does his best not to think about, does his best to lock out from his brain, does his best not to imagine when he's all alone and heated and needy on a solitary bed, - it's right outside the door.

He wants to perish. Maybe get snacked on by Yeti or Bigfoot or a particularly sloppy Wendigo with no taste. Jughead is frozen in place, like water on a cold windshield, or a tear in winter time.

" Jughead. Let me in. Now. I'm not gonna eat you, you little weirdo."

Well, can you?

Shaking away these unwanted thoughts, - thoughts that no one but his current attempt at moving on should be about, - Jughead inhales and tries to puff up his chest.

Oh.

Face feverish and head filled with blurry helium, he should, loud enough to make some snow fall off the roof. " Why are you naked?!"

Sweet Pea, that beautiful, majestic titan of a man, tall enough to forehead bump the door, engineered by a cruel hand to fit everything Jughead's eyes want, huffs, gently shoving him out of the way.

" I'm shirtless. You've seen me naked enough times to know the difference."

Oh, he's seen Sweet Pea; Devoured him everyday with his stares, never short, but savoring every line and curve and skin-raising brush of beauty.

It killed at him, sometimes, that he didn't want to notice it when they were young, that Sweet Pea's beauty had to be loving words shoved under a pillow.

But he hasn't quite made nice with the possibility that Sweet Pea would bloom even more.

That damn beard.

Scruffy but well kept and groomed, like a shiny accessory, framing tanned skin from sideburn to jaw, so dark and shiny, popping the pink of the man's lips.

His eyes look away. Blondes are nice, too. Glass jaws are nice to look at, weren't they? Some people made condescending, infuriating smirks flattering. Yes.

"... Okay, just stay in that trance until I'm done with my shower, then," a new wave of heat slapped right on his cheek, Jughead yipped in offense.

" I'm not - in a TRANCE. I'm not, - thinking about you, you just have... That on your face. Its distracting!" Sweet Pea stared, and stared, and Jughead isn't used to being stared at.

And he licks his lips. Slow. Almost like a show, a tease. " Well, you've changed too. " That was true. Oh god, it was true.

He eats when he's sad; Stressed. Nipped at by worry, when he's ill with himself and wants to fill that living mouth biting into him until its satisfied and full. So of course his body would match it.

His thighs are wider; There's a jiggle in his backside and hips and a puff to his stomach and his skin glows and his hair must be a mess at how much it grew. God. It was clear who handled the break up better.

Jughead swallowed, face heavy with a scowl, and looked away. Frame rigid, mechanic like, he pointed to the bathroom. " Make it quick." He tries sounding commanding, but his words break and crack.

Sweet Pea's skin is bare and naked still, after all. And oh, - it was so cold! Did he walk from his house here, like that, in that winter scenery?!

" And you didn't even bring anything to change! You'll get SICK, you brute!" Not an idiot, even when doing idiot things; Sweet Pea was brilliant and quick witted and he won't let anyone say otherwise, least of all himef.

This man, - this infuriating man, shaped entirely of cockyness and smooth , deadly charm and all things designed to make Jughead fume, simply smirks. " So? Why would you care? We're just neighbors. "

Jughead hates a lot of things about himself, but his most loathed aspect was his now scrunching at his anger. He could tell it was the case because Sweet Pea cooed and tapped it like a doorbell.

Still. He'd rather Sweet Pea be an asshole than a frozen asshole. " I'll bring you a hoodie," he murmured, absolutely refusing to acknowledge that he still had a barrage of giant hoodies still.

Sweet Pea knows. He smirks, all but skipping to the bathroom. " Make it fast, doll. I want the blue one."

" Sure," it's Jughead's turn to grin, a mean, self satisfied thing. " By the way, my hot water isn't working."

It does. Sweet Pea doesn't have to know that.

[thepointoftheneedle]

The Sports Coat

Look I'm obsessed with "that" jacket. Here's a ficlet about it.

When his bellowing of her name became physically painful she put down her book with a deep sigh and trudged upstairs. Her mom was spending some quality time with their son tonight and she’d been looking forward to lying motionless on the couch for at least four hours. Jug was standing in his boxer shorts, staring helplessly into his closet. It was a good look on him, she didn’t hate it, it almost made climbing the stairs worthwhile, despite the fact that it was the end of a very long week and she was as exhausted as any young mom had ever been.

“Where’s my sports coat?” Betty looked at him blankly. “You know the plaid one. Grey kinda.”

“Ugh, yeah, that terrible old thing. I was taking some of the little guy’s baby things that he’s outgrown to goodwill last week so I had a quick sweep of our closets while I was about it. I don’t imagine anyone’s going to buy something as ugly as that but they recycle textiles so…”

She trailed off because the colour had drained from his face as she was speaking.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You took it to goodwill? Like, it��s totally gone? Gone-gone. You aren’t joking about?”

Betty began to feel a little nervous. The hideous jacket had been at the back of the closet since before they were married. She’d never seen him wear it, not even once. When she’d been surveying the hangers, rushing as always, it had seemed obvious that its space was more useful than its presence and she had stuffed it into the trash bag with the other donations. It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d even miss it.

“I’m sorry Jug. I didn’t realise it was important. You never wore it. I mean, thank God for that because it was so ugly, actually heinous. And you do have a lot of jackets. Almost too many.”

Jughead sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. For a moment she wondered if he was about to sob. She knelt on the floor in front of him and put her hands on his knees, looking up into his face. His brow was furrowed, eyes closed as if in pain. She was actually a little scared now. “Jug, Juggie. I’m so sorry. What did I do?”

“It was Stephen King’s,” he whispered. He wore it on Dick Cavett right after The Shining was released. The cameraman said he liked it and King just gave it to him. And the camera guy sold it to me for three hundred bucks. I lived off instant ramen for three weeks to pay for it. Well, ramen and scotch. It was when I was pretty low.”

Betty didn’t know what to say. Normally she was solution orientated but there was no rectifying this one. The jacket was almost certainly being shredded for insulation right at that moment. Secretly she wondered if that wasn’t maybe for the best, kinder to put the thing out of its misery. Ha, Misery!

She stroked his shoulder in what she hoped was a consoling manner. She could see why it was important to him but he had a first edition of The Shining and it had been an absolutely godawful coat. She was sorry… but not that sorry. Still, she stroked his hair back and kissed his ear, moving down to nibble gently at his ear lobe, he always liked that. His eyes flickered up to hers and she murmured against his neck, “Let me make it up to you.”

She woke late on Saturday morning, the quiet of the house a strange and slightly unsettling novelty. The great gift of an unbroken night of sleep was a treasure she hadn’t fully appreciated until she’d become a mom. She luxuriated for a moment, stretching across both sides of the bed, but then she began to miss both her boys. She had planned to get some chores done before going to pick up the little man but she felt like there was a fishing hook in her heart and it was being reeled in, pulling her towards Elm Street and his soft hair and sticky hands.

She guessed Jughead was writing so she padded downstairs only find the house empty and silent. There was a note on the coffee machine. “Love you sleeping beauty. Had an errand to run. I’ll pick up the boy on the way back. I miss him.” He’d scrawled a sad face followed by the crown he used as his signature.

Betty poured herself a coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to wait. She hoped the errand involved donuts.

Twenty minutes later she heard the truck pull up outside and went to the window to watch them come home. Her son was pretty evenly covered in powdered sugar, streaks of jelly in his hair and a doughy mess in one pudgy hand. The errand had been donut related. Her husband looked even more thrilled than his boy. He was wearing the monstrous coat.

“Betts! Look, I got it back! The guy said they were keeping it for Halloween. I guess he must have known about King somehow. I gave him a hundred bucks for it. How lucky is that? I’m going to wear the hell out of this thing. Aren’t you pleased?”

Betty managed a smile. “That’s great Jug. So great.”

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Forced Break-up- (Jughead Jones x reader) Archie Andrews x reader

Requested: @coolstuffrulesbrohi could u make an archie x reader where she and jug break up because betty tells the reader to do so. y/n acts cool but once she's at Archie's she cries and he tells her he'll be there and they kiss and sleep together . with a jealous but sad jughead at the end and dominating betty. fluff and angst please.

word count: 3,038

Warnings: Dominated characters, lots of fluff and angst, a little bit of smut.

A/n: I don't write smut but I can go into a little bit of detail and then you can imagine what happens.

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Your POV

It was a beautiful spring day in Riverdale and I was sitting at Pop's with Jughead across from me. I was watching the outside world through the window when I felt eyes on me, I turned around to see the eyes belonged to the beanie crowned boy sitting crossed from me. I rolled my eyes since he had this stupid smirk on his face.

" What's with the smirk Jug?" I questioned

" Oh nothing." He said

I leaned closer to him, which was hard to do to the table in the middle of us and said " I don't believe that one bit."

He let out a chuckle. " Aww darling, you'll know eventually."

I lied back into the seat and made a pout face while looking away from Jug. I could hear him letting out a laugh.

" Y/n/n come on. I was messing with you." He said

I tried to hold back my smile but it broke out when he said...

" I can see you smiling Y/n/n"

I looked at him and then got out of my side of the booth and walked over to his side. He was watching my every move. Once I was on his side I smiled and placed my hands on the side of his face and gave him a long passionate kiss. I felt him smile and he pulled me a little closer so our upper half were touching.

Jughead's POV

I pulled away from her soft pink lips and leaned my forehead against hers. I gave her a small smile before pulling away from her and going back to my computer. I felt her lie her head on my shoulder, so I looked over and saw her pretty y/e/c eyes staring back at mine. I gave her forehead a quick peck and then looked back at my story.

'Time Jump'

Its been about a couple hours since we both sat in our booth at Pops when I heard soft snores coming from the girl resting on my shoulder. I looked down and smiled at her relaxing face. I carefully closed my laptop and put it in my bag. I then shook her awake so we could make our way back to her house.

" Y/n/n, time to get up angel." I whispered while shaking her.

I heard her let out a little groan, but I saw her eyes open. She gave me a tiny small and started stretching.

" Ready to head home?" I questioned

She nodded her head and got up from her spot. I got up after her and swung my bag over my shoulder. We both headed out of Pops and made our way to her house.

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Your POV

I was making my way to school when I heard someone run up to catch up to me. I slowed down and turned to find Betty. I gave her a confused face and said...

" Hi?"

She came to a stop and then we both continued walking together.

" Hi Y/n/n." She said

I gave her an awkward smile. I was about to say something but Betty beat me to it.

" I just want to tell you to leave Jughead alone."

I looked at her, " Why would I do that when he's my boyfriend?" I asked her confused

She gave me a look but told me " Because he and I kissed right in my bedroom this morning."

I gulped and felt tears well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I just turned back to looking at my feet and making it to school.

Archie's POV

I was standing by my locker looking through my music sheets when I heard someone walking up to me. I placed up then back down, but I saw a familiar pair of shoes in front of me. I looked up to find my best friend Y/n/n looking like she could cry. I closed my book and put my things on the floor next to me and wrapped my arms around her.

" What's wrong?" I whispered to her

" He..he kissed the one person I was worried he would kiss." She said

I sighed and just hugged her a little more tighter than I was before. I saw him walking down the hall looking for someone, which I could amuse Y/n/n. I whispered in her ear...

" Hey, let's go walk to class ok."

I felt her nod her head so I guided her to class.

Jughead's POV

I was walking down the hall to find Y/n/n because we normally meet up at our spot that we have outside of the school, but she was nowhere to be seen. My eyes scanned the halls of students until my eyes met with Archie's. I gave a closer look and found Y/n wrapped in his arms. I was confused on why they were being so touchy with each other, but shrugged it off. I started making my way over to them, when Archie pulled her away. Before I could make my way after them I felt Betty wrap her arm around my arm.

" Hey Juggie." she said

I looked at her and smiled, " Hi Betty."

" What's wrong Jug?" she questioned

" Nothing, it's just Archie and Y/n are being weird."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. I gave her a confused look and dropped her arm from mine.

" What Betts, I can't be concerned about my girlfriend and best friend."

She rolled her eyes again. " You don't know?" she stated

Before I could answer the bell rang to get to class. She then gave me a smirk before walking to her class.

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Your POV

After class I started walking to the lunch table my friends and I sat at. When I got there I saw Kevin, Archie and Veronica. I smiled at the three of them before taking the seat on the end of Archie and Veronica's bench.

" Hey Y/n." Kevin said

I smiled and waved at him. I turned to find Veronica looking at me from over Archie.

" Yes V." I asked

" I just want to make sure you were okay. I heard you had a ruff morning."

I let out a sigh before giving her a reassuring smile. She gave me a small smile back. The three of us were just chatting while eating when Jug and Betty came over to the table. I looked down at my food and started messing with it.

What I didn't know was two out of the three friends I was sitting with were giving each other confused glances since they didn't know why I am being quite all of a sudden.

" Hey guys can we sit with you?" Betty asked

I heard the other ones say their answers and then I felt someone tap my shoulder.

" Y/n/n can we sit with you." Betty questioned

I just gave her a soft nod. They both took a seat on the other side where Kevin sat. I heard all of them talking until I felt their eyes turn to me, I looked up to see them all looking at me.

" What?" I questioned

" Do you agree?" Betty asked

I gave her a confused looked.

She sighed " Do you agree that Jug and I would be a cute couple."

Everyone then turned to Betty, I felt the tears coming back so I got up and headed to the school bathroom. When I was walking I didn't care about the tears at this point.

Archie's POV

"Betty what the hell is that about." I whispered shouted at her

She shrugged " What do you mean Arch?"

I looked at Kevin and Veronica before looking back at my best friends.

" Betty how could you kiss Jughead, and then have the audacity to tell Y/n/n this morning while walking to school? You know she came right to me and cried about it." I stated

I heard Veronica and Kevin gasp.

" Betts? Is that true." V asked

Betty looked down and then backed up to nod her head. V sighed and stood up dragging Kevin along.

" We're going to see if she is okay." She said

I gave her a small smile and nodded. Once she and Kevin were gone I looked to Jug.

" How could you let this happen? I thought you were in love with her."

Jug gave me a guilt look before opening his mouth. " I am sorry Arch but I lost feeling for her, but I didn't know how to tell her. I just pretended to be with her still."

" So how long have you guys been together." I questioned both of them.

" About a whole week." Betty told me with a smile

I rolled my eyes. " Betty you do know that you hurt such a sweet and loving girl."

It was her time to roll her eyes at me. " Oh Archie don't be jealous now. You could always date her now, I know how you were in love with her when Jug was dating her."

Jughead gave me a confused look. " Dude if you liked her, why didn't you tell me."

I shrugged my shoulders which made him sigh. I was starting to pack my things so I could head back to the school building to finish the day.

" Before we head in our directions. I want the both of you to apologize to her for me."

I got nods from the both of them.

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I was about to held up to my door when I saw Y/n/n sitting on my porch with a new set of tears streaming down her face. I started walking up to her when she looked up and I could see her puffy eyes and her red face.

" Come over here." I whispered to her while holding my arms out for her.

Your POV

I walked into his arms while still crying. I felt him wrap his arms around me and then felt him rub up and down my back to calm me down.

When I was calm enough he let go and he grabbed my hand and led me into his house.

" Dad I'm home and I brought Y/n over." He shouted

I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. I saw Fred standing there so I let go of Archie's hand and walked up to Fred. He pulled me into a hug almost instantly. I pulled away from the hug and went to stand by Archie again.

" Dad we're going to head to my room to hang."

" Okay guys, I need to head back to work but I should be back before it gets too late." Fred said

We both nodded and walked up the stairs to head to his room. Once we got to his room I immediately went to lie on his bed. I heard a chuckle coming from the doorway. I turned to give him a confused look.

" Y/n/n, what is it with every time you come in my room you always go to my bed." He questioned

" Because your bed is comfortable." I quietly said

" What, I can't hear you?" He said playfully

I turned around so I was sitting up and saw how closer he got, so I let out a little giggle.

" What are you doing?"

" Nothing you need to know." he said back

" Archie." I stated

He climbed on the bed and lied next to me so I made my way where my legs went over his side. I was now straddling his upper body. Archie then placed his hands on my hips. I leaned closer to him. I bit my lip.

" Hi." I whispered

He let out a chuckle.

Archie's POV

I looked at her lips then back at her gorgeous y/e/c eyes. I wanted to kiss her so bad but I didn't think I could stop when we started something. I felt her start to move around closer to the start of my pants. I then grabbed her to stop her movement. She then looked up at me and gave me a look. I sighed before saying...

" Y/n/n, I want to believe me I do, but we can't."

" Why?" she said quietly that I could barely hear her

I sat up which made her sit up. I looked her right in the eyes and I could see the broken girl that I found on my porch. She placed her arms around my neck and I then felt her hands play with the end of my hair. I let out a low groan before stopping her.

" I know you want to forget what happened with Betty and Jughead, but this is not the right way. I feel like I am taking advantage of you."

She looked down then back up at me. " But Arch, I want to do it with you right here right now. I am giving you my blessing to do anything you want to do."

I then pulled her closer to me so that our lips were just inches apart. I gave her a look with my eyes asking her for permission. She gave me a nod. I closed the gap between us and we started making out with each other.

Your POV

I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair. I then deepened the kiss even more. He was the first to pull away so we could catch our breaths. I gave him a look which made him let out a low chuckle. I felt him grip me a little tighter and all of a sudden I felt his soft mattress.

“ Are you sure you want to do this?” He questioned me again

I looked at him with so much lust in my eyes. “ I do Archie. Please I need you so much right now.”

After I said that he immediately started to attack my neck while I let out a soft moan. I felt him play with the hem of my shirt. He then looked up and made sure it was ok which I gave him a nod. I sat up and pulled it over my head before pulling his shirt off. We both then took off our bottoms. Archie gave me one last look before we ended up having a long night.

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I woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped around my waist. I looked down to find that they belong to Archie. I started thinking of the night before and smiled.

“ Hey.” I heard Archie’s morning voice say

“ Hi.” I whispered

I turned over in his arms and felt him pull me closer to him. I sighed at the nice feeling.

“ You ready to head to school.” he said

I let out a groan of annoyance. He let out a chuckle.

We both got out of his bed to get dressed. I just got dressed back into my clothes from yesterday since I didn't have any over here. Archie turned around and throw me one of his shirts. I gave him a confused look.

“ Put that one on. I know you wouldn't want to wear the same outfit.” he stated

I gave him a generous smile. I quickly changed my shirt to his before making my way downstairs to eat something quick.

“ Oh, Y/n/n I didn't know you slept over.” Fred said

I let out an awkward laugh. “ I accidentally fell asleep.”

He nodded at me and started heading off to the door to head to work.

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Archie and I finally made it to the school and headed our separate ways. Once I made it to my locker I saw Jughead standing there. I sighed before saying...

“ Can I help you with something Jug.”

He turned to face me and gave me a questioned look “ What are you and Archie up to?”

I looked at him and said “ Why do you need to know? Are you jealous?”

It was his turn to give me a face. He let out a fake laugh “ What no.”

I rolled my eyes. “ Yea right. Have fun with Betty, you're going to need it.”

Before I could start walking he grabbed my wrist. “ Come on Y/n/n. I don’t like her like that.”

I scoffed and ripped my arm out of his grasp. “ Then why did you kiss her. She told me you kissed her in her room.”

Jug looked down which made me let out another scoff, “ That's what I thought.”

Jughead’s POV

I watched her walk away from me. I saw her figure getting smaller and smaller until she was fully gone out of my sight. I then felt Betty wrap her arm around me.

“ Hey babe.”

I looked at her and then just walked my way to class with her most likely following me like she normally does now these days.

All I could think about was losing the one girl that I really liked for one of my silly crushes.

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Third Person POV

2 months later

Archie and Y/n have been dating since the end of last summer and have been the happiest ever since. Jughead finally manned up and forgot what he did to his first love and officially started dating Betty. Veronica eventually found someone she loved and the five friends have had so much fun together ever since.

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A/n- I just want to say I am giving no hate to Betty, I am in love with her in the show so just summing that up. But enjoy and comment, vote/like, and feel free to request more.

[malereader-inserts]

The Night We Met

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Jughead Jones x Male!Reader Summary: There’s too much pain in his heart, he really wish it will go away soon. Word Count: 1,575 Request:  I. Need. ANGST! (Please feed me some angst 🥺) Warning: Suicide, depression A/n: I would love more angst prompts.

Riverdale is a small place, it’s a town where everyone knows everyone. 

Death is common, it’s heartbreaking, but somehow it’s always more saddening when it’s a young person, just because they had so much life to experience. Riverdale is a quiet town, really, but it was only loud because of one young lad. 

Jughead Jones was very fond of this person.

You weren’t too bright that people hated to look your way, you were too good for this world. But, you were real. There wasn’t negativity in your body other than your outlook in life, you were so kind that the elderly always see you and offering your time to help them. You would help struggling students with subjects, you were an inspiration to Jughead’s side project - to tell the perfect story of you. 

See, you were a soft boy. The boy who wore round glasses, oversized sweaters and baggy jeans. Sometimes, you would wear your overalls with your long shirt underneath and converse to match. You weren’t afraid to express yourself, you were too good for this world because nothing should harm you.

So, how can this happy boy kill himself?

The town mourns because this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

The kid, you, you were supposed to go - be free. You were supposed to leave Riverdale, make it big in the big city. Make friends, make a family, expand your horizons. 

You’re just a boy.

It hurts so much, to think, to feel. 

Jughead hated it, your story was supposed to be making it far and yet it was ending abruptly. Jughead remembers the night you met him, it was just you and him in Pop’s diner. The neon lights illuminating your face, Jughead cannot help but feel threatened by your looks.

You sat across him, sipping a cold beverage. One leg up on the booth and your arms leaning against your knee. Jughead remembers vividly the rings you hand on your fingers, the chains around your neck - the dull brown striped sweater that seems to contrast the white collar from a shirt under it. 

You two seem to hit it off that night, you were laughing at each other’s jokes, the occasional flirty remark, exchanging numbers and kept “running into each other at pop’s late at night when it’s just you and him.

“I want to write a book about you, (Y/n),” Jughead says, as you looked at him curiously, “You’re interesting.”

“Far from it, Jughead.”

He stood by your side most of the time, somehow you two formed a relationship - it was so unlikely, but it was right. Two boys just in love with each other, they see nothing but each other. Jughead adores the book he has written about you, there’s a load of wisdom sprouted from your mouth. 

“People tend to forget to tell each other how much they love or miss you or need you, and even if they do remember, sometimes they're just too shy, too scared, too certain it's the wrong thing to say or the wrong timing. But it's not. It never is. Say it before it's too late. For all we know, it could all be different tomorrow.”

“It really could.”

“I could die tomorrow, and I know there will be a lot of unsaid things in the air. There will be regret.”

Jughead looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You shrugged your shoulder, there was a faint smile on your face, “I haven’t been okay for a long time,” There was a beat silence as you laugh, “I’m just kidding, Jug, I’m okay.”

Jughead wishes he didn’t believe it - but foolishly, he did.

Life continues, he recalls how happy you were, there was nothing in life that could go wrong for you. And yet, you let out your deepest feelings in the late night meet up at Pop’s.

“You know,” You sighed, leaning your head back against the window, “I’m tired of feeling-”

“Huh?”

“I’m so done with life, this life I mean. Reincarnate me to another lifetime like two hundred years from now, maybe it’ll be better.”

“That is if climate change hasn’t taken us already,” Jughead say as you chuckle softly, “Maybe we’ll have robots.”

“Maybe, they’ll lower the age of drinking.”

There you go, joking again, as if you haven’t accidentally got to deep in your feelings. Jughead remembers how you were, and now he cringes. It’s all there, the signs of calling for help - right in front of him. And, he brushed it off because he thinks you’re joking.

Jughead remembers.

It hurts.

He had all, and then most of you. Some and now none of you.

He remembers how you started to drift away from him. The meetings late night started to be rare until you stopped showing up. The smile was there but it looked sort of faded. You weren’t by side as much until you were avoiding him, telling him that you were busy. 

You died.

You killed yourself.

You were at peace now. 

“Please...”

The wind rustles the nearby trees, it’s not cold out. In fact, the breeze was comforting in the warm day, summer was ending and autumn was starting to come about. Autumn had always been your favourite season, it was the season for staying in and the cold weather starting to nip at your nose. It’s an excuse to wear jumpers and have hot coffee.

“Please, take me back to the night we met.”

Jughead trembles, he’s on his knees as he stares at your headstone. It’s clean and fresh among those that have been forgotten over the years. Jughead doesn’t think a slab of stone fits you well, it’s just not you.

Your life could never be marked by a gravestone, something so cold and immobile. Perhaps a tree with a wind-chime in the branches could do you more justice, or a simple song sung into the wind. What lies in the ground is only flesh and blood, that's never what you were. 

You were quite honestly the most beautiful spirit Jughead has ever known. he prays that you soar with the eagles on lofty breezes and swim in oceans deep; he prays that you know the freedom this life could never give you, yet most of all he prays that when his time comes it is you that takes him by the hand and you go onwards to better times together.

There are flowers for you, some that were there since you were buried, some that were new. But, your grave was never short of flowers. 

“I would have done anything for them-”

“-Except save them,” Archie says behind him.

A reared as if he had been slapped. Jughead swallowed hard, eyes wide and startled before their gaze shuttered. “You have no fucking idea,” He whips around to tackle the redhead, “You don’t know (Y/n), you don’t know him like I know him. Don’t think for one second I wouldn’t have tried.”

“Juggie,” FP says softly, grabbing the boy by his shoulders, “(Y/n) wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“I’m sorry,” Archie whispered, he knows he overstepped the line - it’s a shock really, your death was sudden.

“I failed him,” Jughead says, it’s a struggle for him because he’s holding back tears, “I keep seeing his face and I can’t help think I’ve failed him.”

Guilt, too much of it. 

Regret, and you were right - there are a lot of unsaid things in the air and he regrets not telling you.

“I love him.”

“He loves you too,” FP says, making Jughead look him in the eyes, “There is not a bone in (Y/n) that tells you, you were ever at fault - okay? He doesn’t want you to blame yourself.”

Going home was an empty feeling in Jughead, FP knows it will take a while for Jughead to bounce back to himself. School seems to empty without you, there isn’t someone there to wait for him at his locker; instead, there’s candles and flowers at yours. Jughead goes to sleep with the papers of your unfinished story, he goes to sleep in your sweaters.

He keeps a picture of you, always on himself. One night he stares at you, it’s been two weeks since you were buried. Your relationship with him hadn’t lasted long, three months - not once he had uttered the three words as you did to him.

“I love you,” Jughead whispers to the picture of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I was alive?” Your voice questions him, he knows you’re not there, but can’t help himself to imagine you by his side.

“I was scared.”

There was silence, “Yeah, I know that feeling.”

He can’t imagine how terrified you were, in your last moments of breathing. He doesn’t want to imagine it, yet sometimes it keeps him up at night. 

“Make my story ending a good one, will you?” Your voice says, there’s a tone of happiness for a second.

“I don’t know how to end it,” Jughead admits, “It wasn’t supposed to end so soon.”

“Tell them I was brave for finding peace,” Your voice softly begs, “Please, that’s how I want it to end.”

Jughead stays silent before nodding to himself; he knows he’ll be haunted by the ghost of you. But, that’s a request he can do for you - your one last wish.

“Okay,” He whispers.

Maybe, just maybe, you found peace in his word.

[jeroniica]

How would you want a jeronica relationship to happen in the comics?

This is a fun question! I think it really depends on the dynamic Jughead and Veronica have in the Archie comics. Sometimes their relationship is more… not antagonistic necessarily, but they’re friends who barely tolerate each other. Like Juggie thinks Ron is a snob who is selfish while Ron thinks he’s a slob/glutton. One my favorite Jeronica-centric comics is one where Jughead throws a snowball at a guy who tries to kiss Ronnie, something like that and there’s a cycle of them trying to not owe each other. I think a slow burn based on that dynamic would be so fun. Like they do care about each other, clearly, but that’s not something they’re willing to admit (at least not yet). I think it’d be fun to transition into a dynamic where they’re like, oh, I’m helping them do this or I’m doing this for them not because I feel obligated to… but because I want to. That’s so cute, I think.

Or, sometimes their dynamic is more friendly. They’re friends (that foundation is just there because they’ve grown up together like the rest of the gang), but they’re not above taking cracks at each other - very much a teasing dynamic there. So like I think that’s also fun - I think in that scenario they just find themselves spending more and more time with each other. I don’t know what exactly the Archie-Betty-Veronica love triangle would be in this case - honestly whenever I imagine Jeronica, Beggie (Betty and Reggie) are also happening in tandem. I think if the ABV triangle was a thing, it would be in the past. Honestly, if it’s friends-to-lovers Jeronica, I think there’s a lot of ways for that to happen organically!

[lucivar]

the origin story of Jessica’s ‘don’t be a Betty’, in which it has nothing to do with prudishness and everything to do with Betty escalating their sex-capades to the point sad sack Jug can barely keep up.

Ahahahahah brilliant ask, love it, adore it, bow down to it. I have distilled the essence of Jughead’s meaning of the bizarre phrase (other than alternate timelines and MK Ultra mind-fuck) to be: “Don’t be a Betty [by building me up, buttercup, letting me down and messing me around].” Ooof, sad, sad, sad. Saddest of sacks. Precious little meow meow. Please allow me to elaborate on this sad little tale via the feral, horrific and extreme bastardisation of words of the perfect drunk emo poet: Edgar Allen Poe. (I apologise for this in advance :) )

Once upon a rough midnight funk, while Jughead pondered, weak and drunk,

Over a great bestseller shelf of so-called authors’ YA bore,

While he slow-slurred, nearly blacking, suddenly there came a tapping,

S’if golf club Bret’s head a-cracking, a-rapping at his bunker door.

“Quit it, rats! Stop your skittering!” he bitched, filling his glass encore.

“‘Tis only rats and nothing more.”

Jug was pulling an all-nighter, soaking into his typewriter,

And each new scrunch of parchment wrought its mocking ghost on those outlined

Eagerly he wished for his death;—to breathe her in for his last breath,

For in his prose he ceased to find—the girl for whom he lost his mind—

The rare and radiant psycho, Betty Cooper: a bitch enshrined

In his thoughts, so deep entwined.

And the roughened, rustling racket of his sole corduroy jacket,

Chilled him—filled him with arousing terrors never once felt before;

Now, to stop his heart from shrinking, he quelled in the act of drinking,

“Gentle Rat King leave me sinking; let me die here alone,” he swore,

“Pining for that woman who flung my wretched heart across the floor.”

“Betty: all I ever longed for.”

Deep in darkness barely coping, long he stood there wondering, hoping,

Fantasising, imagining, that which no man ever dared dream;

And from the silence - gryphon queen, serial blonde with killer gene,

O’ Betty Cooper? It was she! Ventured in through the sewer steam,

Golden ponytail was perfect! Her sparkling sea glass eyes did gleam,

And at him, sugared, did she beam,

“Jughead Jones, your touch I did miss, the hardness of your lusty kiss -”

And then, his lapels Betty gripped and locked herself onto his lips,

His best times were brought to the fore, fucking his love against the floor,

His hands were desperate for more, his body jolting with her hips,

Naked, hard, gasping and breathless, Jug stared at his clothes, torn in strips;

“Don’t fret, Juggie! I brought my whips.”

Despite dark Betty aesthetic, Jughead whined- somewhat pathetic,

His perfect woman, his life’s love - only here for vitamin D,

“But Betts, wait, stop!” he did implore, “You blew up bughead with C4!”

She scoffed at him, “A settled score?” Green eyes caressed him mockingly,

“Juggie, you’re wrong! I disagree; you disappeared long before me,

Just because you weren’t as kinky.”

Now poor baby Jug, he was shook, and shot Betty a wounded look,

“Betts, what? No!” His chest constricted; his mind embroiled in deep strife,

“That’s absurd! How could you think that? For you, I’d do it all,” he spat,

He gestured to the room of rats, scuttling, scarlet-eyed, fever-rife,

As if to show her his kingdom: Here, Betty, we can make a life-

And her smirk cut him like a knife.

“It’s not absurd,” she said, sharply, and her teeth reflected darkly.

He put a trembling hand to heart; bleeding, wounded, shot with a gun,

“You withdrew deep into your mind, leaving me so, so far behind.”

He choked, trapped in a coffin: blind, feeling his life’s work come undone.

“It’s upsetting,” she said, resigned. “Oh, we could have had so much fun.

Shall I list what we could have done?”

“With our friends I wished for orgies, or swingers parties if you please;

Bite me, fight me, or eat me out, slather my tits in buttercream;

Some nice voyeuristic pegging, you on your knees, gagged and begging;

Turn you into my rope bunny; share you with others - double-team;

Hurt you with flogs made of leather, and string Bret up for you to ream;

It could have been the perfect dream.”

With lethal hunger, Betty stood, and her disturbed smile gave him wood,

Her judgement cast as long shadows, her lips of pink- perfect with lust,

“We had it all, Jughead, you schmuck: Whips, dildos, paddles, crops and cuffs,

I wished for us a brutal fuck, but ‘round in circles, we discussed,

We talked. I fantasised. You wrote. You brushed me off, left me to rust,

This rabies death for you: it’s just.”

“Betty, no, we can start again. I promise that I will fuck you,

as hard and kinky as you want- we’ll do everything you just said.”

She paused in consideration, smiled s’if struck by inspiration,

and picked up a rock from the floor, and with a kiss, bashed in his head,

He thought it foreplay for their ‘ship, hoping her legs again would spread,

But she left him there. Alone. Dead.

He awoke to a cacophony of screeching beeps, his heart into his mouth it leaped,

“Hey,” a voice said above his crown, “You tapped out; you nearly died.”

And there she was: his Nancy Drew cross girl with a dragon tattoo,

He visualised her by his side, the Bonnie Parker to his Clyde,

And off his bender he came down, trying to mend his wounded pride,

“Betts, my love, is that you?” Jug cried.

“Um, what the fuck? Who is Betty?” screamed Jess, sounding super petty,

“I’ve been here this whole fucking time, and you think I’m some other bitch?”

“Whoops,” he said, an understatement, trying to hedge around his words,

“I just awoke from a coma, my brain’s not right - it’s bound to glitch.”

He lied to Jess through rattish teeth, keeping hidden she who bewitch’d,

Betty, his love, for her he’d switch.

Jess left him and he deserved it, still wishing that she was Betty,

He squashed his love into a box, where it choked out, dying and mourned,

Though Jug survived to tell the tale, Betts stole his heart like she did Yale,

Of his love, he wrote bughead fic, a YA novel he once scorned.

She never called him, so he drank, bitchy, and to those misinformed,

“Don’t be a Betty,” now he warned.

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Im gonna combine. Bughead + Hogwarts and Soulmates

Never Had Enough Time - Bughead

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Notes - So uh, I apologise in advance for this. It was way sadder than I originally intended it to be - I think I went a bit overboard since I haven’t written anything Hogwarts related since Christmas. But enjoy. And I’m sorry Sara. :)

Prompts - Hogwarts / Soulmate AU.

Warnings - Major character death, death, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, battle.

Word count - 3.5k.

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From the moment he’d started being friends with Betty, Jughead knew that she was his soulmate. There was no way that she couldn’t be. The sweet Hufflepuff girl who had woven her way into his heart by the middle of their first year was his absolute favourite person; she meant the world to him. The way that Soulmates had been taught to them in class matched up with everything he felt with Betty. The adoration, the comfort, the longing to always be with her. It was a way that he had never imagined he could feel about someone before he had met her.

So when it was nearing his sixteenth birthday he knew his theory about them being soulmates would be proven with the timer that would appear on his wrist. He wasn’t so fussed about the timer itself; the countdown to when his soulmate would die hadn’t even crossed his mind as he couldn’t ever imagine losing Betty. He could picture them somewhere away from Hogwarts married and living together; happy. She couldn’t die before they were grey haired and had grandchildren and had lived an amazing life together. No, he wasn’t worried about that. He was just excited to see the timer on his wrist, the timer that would only appear if he had met his soulmate.

He had waited for it the whole of September before his birthday, excitedly talking with Betty about how it could finally be confirmed that they were soulmates. He could picture her excited smile perfectly as he thought about it; the way her giant green eyes lit up as she looked up at him with her huge beautiful smile. She was perfect.

When he woke up on the morning of his birthday, after Sweet Pea had hit him with his pillow on his way out of the dormitories with a shout of “happy birthday, Jones”, as soon as he was coherent enough to do so he sat up and looked down at his wrist.

And his heart fell into his stomach as the air was knocked out of his lungs.

Betty Cooper - 1 year, 238 days.

He didn’t even realise he was shaking until his arm was moving so much that he could barely read the writing embedded into his wrist. It had to be wrong, there was no way that it could be true. Betty couldn’t die, she just couldn’t. It was impossible that someone so perfect and sweet and angelic could just die. There had to be a mistake with the timer, it had to be wrong.

With his eyes blurring with tears he lifted up his hand and harshly rubbed the skin of his wrist, as if he could rub away some sort of mistake. He rubbed the skin until it was red and sore, though nothing changed.

Betty had a year left of her life.

It took him almost an hour before he could show his face from his dorm and head down to the Great Hall. He’d managed to convince himself that the timer was wrong, and later in the day he’d find a book about it in the library. But he had to show his face at some point, aside from Christmas his birthday was one of Betty’s favourite days, and he had to see her. Especially since he might not have that much time left with her.

When she spotted him walking into the Great Hall she immediately sat up with a smile, and it caused his chest to ache to see her so happy now that he knew the time she had left.

Jughead had decided that Betty couldn’t know. He didn’t want her to live the last of her life in fear of when and how she would die. He wanted her to be happy and to enjoy herself. She only deserved to be happy from that moment onwards.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Betty asked as he walked towards the Hufflepuff table as usual, taking his normal seat beside her with a false smile so she wouldn’t know something was wrong.

“Sorry, slept in.” Jughead somehow managed to fake a smile as he put his arm around her once he was seated, dropping a kiss to her forehead which caused her to blush pink and smile bashfully at the action.

“Happy Birthday!” Betty smiled fondly as she moved her arms around his waist, and he smiled a little genuinely as he felt the warmth coming from her body. “So, what does it say?” She gestured to his wrist and he almost blanched.

Nobody but him could see the timer, to make it that much worse, so he had to keep it to himself.

“We’re definitely soulmates.” He smiled slightly, and Betty grinned as she hugged him that much tighter, giggling into his robe as he tried to hug her back.

“I knew it! That’s great! It’s official!” Betty grinned, and he had to try not to break down as he hugged her back, resting his chin on the top of her head as he closed his eyes.

-

In the time from his birthday to Betty’s, Jughead had done everything to try to figure out what could be wrong with his tattoo. With every book he read and every wizard or witch he spoke to, the answer was always the same; the timer was never wrong. After a few days of looking at it he couldn’t bare it anymore, so he constantly kept a black band covering his timer so he could never see it. It hurt too much to even think about.

As her birthday grew closer, Jughead was hoping for another option. If she was going to die so soon, he wanted to as well. He couldn’t live when she wasn’t around. It physically hurt him to think about having to live through her death and carry on while she was gone. If she was going to die, so would he.

Jughead was almost more nervous for her birthday than he had been for his own. Every time her timer was brought up he only had one thought.

Please let mine be the same as hers. Please let me die too.

But on her birthday morning when he walked into the great hall and met her beaming smile from the Hufflepuff table, his heart fell again and he knew that he wouldn’t get the luxury of dying with her.

“Seventy-six years!” Betty had assured his worst thought as he sat down, and he almost threw up. Seventy five years without her was like his own personal hell.

-

Jughead did everything he could to make Betty happy.

He took her to Hogsmeade, he stayed with her and her family at Christmas, and during school was always found by her side. And with every day that passed it ended with his terrible thoughts reminding him that it was all just leading one day closer to her death.

During summer at the end of his sixth year, he knew that he couldn’t go any longer without letting Betty know how he truly felt. All of the love he had for her, that of course she shared as they were soulmates - he had to act on it.

They always had a booth to themselves on the Hogwarts Express at the back of the train; away from loud students and loose pets and Weasley Wizard Wheezes pranks that could probably set them on fire (he’d seen it happen to Sweet Pea once). He always gave Betty the window seat because he knew that she liked to watch the scenery blur by when she wasn’t looking at him.

They’d been on the train for ten minutes and he was a nervous wreck. His palms were sweating and suddenly his tie felt too tight around his neck and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. It shouldn’t be that hard; they were soulmates for Merlin’s sake, of course she wasn’t going to not like him.

Taking in a deep breath he turned to face Betty, meeting her wide green eyes with his blue ones.

“Betts?” He asked, and she smiled as she hummed and tilted her head a little in questioning.

He swallowed and paused. He physically couldn’t make himself say anything, it was like his lips were glued shut. Instead of trying to force out some words, which he knew would just end in a bunch of word vomit which wouldn’t seem very lovely at all, he lifted his hand up and placed it on her cheek, giving her time to pull away if she wanted, before he leaned in and kissed her. And she kissed him back.

It was like bliss. The air almost completely left his lungs when she felt her smile pressed against his lips, and her hands against his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. She tasted like strawberry lip balm and lemon sherbet and she was so close he could smell her vanilla perfume. It was all making him light-headed.

He pulled away after a moment, and sighed softly as his forehead just pressed against hers. She was warm against his skin as her hand grasped his, and he had to smile as he let his lips press to her temple before he mumbled against her skin quietly in a hushed tone.

“I love you.”

Her dainty hand squeezed his back, and he looked down to meet her eyes and soft smile. “I love you too, Juggie.”

-

After that, he couldn’t be separated from her. He spent practically all summer with the Coopers - a weird experience on his end as Betty was a muggleborn, and Jughead was a pureblood so he had only ever known magical households - and when they were back at school he spent all of his possible time with her. He only wanted to make her happy; to make sure that she would have the best possible year of her life.

With each day that passed he felt more and more sick at the thought of losing her, and the thought of being left without her. He found himself getting more and more upset as the days passed, and often cried himself to sleep every night at the thought of what was to come the following May. Though he never once let Betty see - he didn’t want her to find out and ruin the last few months she had left of her life.

“I really need to get going to bed, if I get caught out after hours I’ll be in trouble.” Betty giggled as Jughead tried to kiss her again, and wriggled out from his arms so she could stand up from the couch in the Slytherin common room. If she was caught out after hours she would be more than just in trouble - with Professor Snape taking the place of Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts had been all but miserable, and even dangerous for students who went out of line. Though Jughead had given Betty every single secret passage and shortcut through Hogwarts that he knew so she could get back to the Hufflepuff dormitories safely.

Jughead pouted playfully and Betty laughed softly again, a sound that marked him smile.

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” Betty smiled, and Jughead nodded as he reached forwards to take her hands, using them to pull her down just enough so that he could kiss her for a long moment.

By the time he pulled away her cheeks were flushed pink and she was smiling a little flustered, and he couldn’t help but be stunned by how beautiful she was.

“Okay. Goodnight Betty. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Betty smiled and gently squeezed his hand before she walked towards the exit of the common room, blowing him a kiss before she left.

And then he was alone. Things were so much worse when he was alone.

Jughead didn’t move from his place on the couch, and just let his head fall into his hands as his eyes closed. Another day passed, one closer until the twenty-eighth of May, when Betty was going to die.

He didn’t even realise he was crying until his throat was thick and his palms were wet against his face. Jughead wasn’t even sure he could make it to May. It was killing him on the inside knowing that Betty was going to die. Part of him still wanted to believe it wasn’t true, but deep down he knew it couldn’t be stopped.

“Jones?”

Jughead looked up through his fingers at the voice, taking in a deep breath to calm himself, though just sighed when he saw Toni hovering by the couch.

Slytherin’s head girl Toni Topaz was probably one of his closest friends. And she was the only other person who knew about Betty’s timer.

“Are you here to kick me up to bed?” Jughead mumbled into his hands with a quiet sniffle, and let his head drop back down into his hands as he heard Toni sigh.

He felt the couch dip beside him before her arm wrapped around him, and he started crying again. Toni didn’t say anything as she rubbed his back, and Jughead appreciated the silent comfort she gave. There was no point in talking about it, because nothing was going to change. Nothing that anybody could say would change what would happen. Betty was going to die and nothing would change it.

-

The rest of the year came and went all too quickly. And as time passed, life at Hogwarts only got worse under the new headmaster. Though even in the darkest of times, Betty still managed to stay positive and happy. Jughead made sure to be with her as often as he could, and one thing he had to credit her for was how she was always so optimistic, even in the darkest of times. Even when they had experienced the most awful day, Betty still managed to make him smile. And it made him fall in love with her even more.

May came too quick, and Jughead spent every second with her. He even resorted to staying in the Hufflepuff dorms with her (after everyone had gone to sleep so he wouldn’t be caught) and even willingly went through his punishment of the Cruciatus Curse when he got caught. Twice. He didn’t tell Betty about that, though, because he would go through it a hundred times just to spend the last month or her life with her.

He walked and met her from every class, ate meals with her, slept with her; he made sure she would be happy.

And then everything went to hell.

Jughead hadn’t even remembered how it had all started, he had been so focused on watching the timer on his wrist go to just hours left, but Hogwarts was being attacked. Severely.

Everything was a mess. Teachers and advanced students were heading out to fight the Death Eaters and countless evil creatures that were breaking into the castle. But none of that mattered to Jughead, as the timer on his wrist changed from hours to minutes; he couldn’t find Betty.

He ran through the castle, avoiding blasts and curses being shot his way that he quickly deflected, despite some injury that came to his way. He met with Toni at the top of the staircase, and after a conversation with her, she told him she had seen Betty in the courtyard.

His legs had never moved so fast as they did in that moment, rushing against the clock to be with her as the timer scrolled down to just ten minutes. Jughead felt sick to his stomach as he ran, pushing past the ache in his body just to be with her. He knew what he had to do.

He caught a sight of blonde hair in the courtyard as five minutes and yelled her name, catching her in his arms as soon as he had reached her.

Betty was sobbing into his robes as she gripped onto him and he held her tightly, promising that it would all be okay. She leaned back from his chest, with tear-stained cheeks and a cut along her eyebrow, and gripped his collar tightly as she leaned up to kiss him. Their last kiss.

Two minutes came around and his hand gripped hers tightly as they ran inside, both of them deflecting any curses that came their way. He didn’t once let go of her hand as he pulled her through the castle, stopping underneath one of the staircase where they couldn’t be seen from one angle.

One minute came and Jughead dropped his wand as he pulled Betty into her arms, kissing her at least five times as he held her tightly, tears in his own eyes. “I love you so much.” He whispered into her hair, and she gripped onto him tightly.

“I love you too Juggie.” Betty whimpered, her eyes meeting his, before they widened as she looked past him at a Death Eater that was stood there, his wand pointed right at her.

Everything went too quick, a blur of colours and actions. The green curse blasted out from his wand right towards Betty, and Jughead held his breath as he moved quickly; pushing Betty out of the way right in time for the green curse to hit him instead.

-

“Jughead!” Toni yelled as she grabbed his arm, stopping him from where he was running to.

His eyes were wide and panicked as he stumbled a little, stopping as her smaller hand grabbed his arm. He didn’t have time for this, he needed to find Betty before it was too late.

“Toni I can’t- Betty-“

“That’s what I need to talk to you about!” Toni rushed, pulling him behind a wall so they could have some safety. “I know it’s today, Jughead, I’ve been trying to find you all day! I found a book in the restricted section that spoke about soulmates and the timer, and it says that someone can take the place of their soulmate and swap their timers if they die instead of them!”

Jughead felt all the air leave his lungs at the news. Betty could live instead of him. Betty could live.

“You have to be with her! I saw her in the courtyard!”

Jughead quickly pulled Toni into a hug, knowing it would be the last time she ever saw him. He mumbled a goodbye against her head and tried to ignore the way she was crying as he pulled back from the hug and ran towards the courtyard to find Betty.

-

His body dropped to the floor and Betty screamed. She didn’t see the spell cast towards the Death Eater that killed them so she didn’t die too, all she could see was Jughead crumpled on the floor.

“No no no, Jug!” Betty screamed as she fell on her knees by his side, her hands cupping his cheeks. He couldn’t die. He still had so many years left. He wasn’t dead.

But when she glanced at her arm the timer had changed. It had one number - zero.

She was shaking as she gripped onto his robes, tears flooding down her cheeks as she cried his name. The battle around her was far from her mind as she shook his body, his limp body not moving no matter how hard she shook him.

Once the battle was over, and his body had been moved to the Great Hall with all of the other bodies, Toni found Betty kneeling by his body. The head girl took a seat beside the Hufflepuff and told her everything; about Jughead’s timer, how badly he had felt for the past year, how she had told him he could die instead. Betty didn’t know what to say in response - she couldn’t say anything. It all hurt too much to try to even talk about it. Toni held her as she started crying again, allowing the blonde to sob into her shoulder as she continued gripping onto Jughead’s now cold hand.

Betty had imagined their lives one day in the future. They would have a house in the English countryside with two boys that looked just like Jughead and a ginger cat that slept on the end of their bed. Their house would always be full of laughter and joy, and they would both love each other as much then as they did when they were teenagers.

But that would never happen, Betty realised with a pain in her chest that was worse than any of those curses that she could have been hit with. They never had enough time.

[arsenicpanda]

No one knows about Betty being kidnapped for two weeks right? Not even hrr mom? Imagine when Juggie finds out

It's unclear! Glen probably knows because he's, y'know, her boss, but that seems to be it. You'd think that Alice would know because you'd think that, after she was saved, Betty would be taken to the hospital where they'd contact her emergency contact, presumably her mother, but I guess not? Either that or Alice is acting like that never happened, which...yeah, I could see Alice doing that.

Jughead will probably be very supportive and concerned when he finds out, and the extent to which that will manifest will vary depending on how close he and Betty are at the point he finds out.

What I want to see is Charles finding out because that yandere bitch would just be like, "brb, Betty, gotta go find and murder a serial killer, love you~!" I just want a serial killer vs. serial killer fight, y'know?

[firebuug]

for the oc emoji meme; collision, crying, punch (the irony of asking this when all ur ocs are literally murderers /j) and spider for Skuggy, Farrow, Dexter and Buggy!!

FEEDING ME OC CONTENT THANK YOU (is creating the content) also kKHJFKFKFG HEY!!!!! NOT ALL OF THE— ok thats a philosophical question, in the words of socrates these bitches r killers. under da cut its 3 Miles long

💥 what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

LOL so im an emotionally constipated bitch so naturally all my ocs are too

• buggy has trouble dealing with grief without either shutting down or lashing out, and also cannot for the love of god stand up for himself he is traumatized. he had an issue with trying to put on a smile all the time but after the juggy event he is much more willing to be human now LOL. embrace feeling emotion w your friends after grieving together

• skuggy has trouble accepting love both platonic and romantic bc his brain is telling him they r lying or have deeper intentions 😔he also refuses to show any concerning emotion around anyone bc he’ll look Vulnerable but it usually ends up in him burning out and being concerning anyways LNFNDKF.

• the only emotions farrow n dex allow themselves to feel is anger and joy LMFNDNDKKSK anything else? nonexistent . poof . farrow filters all his negative emotions so that they come out as rage, while dexter just doesn’t know how to handle anything other than anger or joy because he didn’t have any use for them or time to waste processing emotions, he has a town of take over! so instead whenever he feels a new emotion he internally panics LOL. farrow just refuses to let anyone know he feels at all and has not cried in years. ok maybe thats a lie but before dying he went years without shedding One tear cuz what is there to cry abt when youre winning

😭 what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

SPEAKING OF CRYING LOL

• it is not easy to get farrow to cry despite the fact hes been bottling it in ever since he was like 16 because hes so fuckin determined to keep up his image of being Unmovable, but the things that usually does make him cry are just being too overwhelmed, not knowing how to handle his emotions, or being really scared

• seeing skuggy cry is like seeing a blue fuckin moon, he just doesnt do it unless he’s Also overwhelmed with negative shit, really worried about someone, or being thrown back 2 da past. he doesnt even like crying in front of ppl he trusts and he’ll get upset if they try to comfort him

• buggy feels very strongly and still is hesitant to cry as to not worry anyone but youre more likely to see him cry than the others, he cries if he’s really emotionally hurt or worried or if he missed someone a lot. other than that hes a happy guy

• dexter does not cry . i cannot imagine him crying thats how hard wired edgy i wrote him. im still trying to wrap my head around him feeling love for his brother for the first time in dnd so i am not at the point where i can think of what makes him cry yet. why do grown cis men who thrive off toxic masculinity cry? ive only ever seen fathers cry when everything is lost. even then i think dexter would just sit there in silence and zone out or smtng not cry

👊 are they quick to violence?

this is getting really long. buggy is not quick to violence at all, he actively tries to avoid it unless someone is getting up in his face and trying to get at him. skuggy will punch a customer if they push his buttons enough he doesnt give a fuck. he’ll violence anyone. farrow is a rabid animal. dexter does not violence bc he wants to look sane but he will grab your arm or shoulders really tightly to give you a hint

🕷 what is their biggest fear? any irrational/mundane fears?

• buggy fears abandonment the most 😳😔👊 his mundane fear is small dogs bc he got chased and bitten by one when he was dousing LOL

• both dex n farrow fear losing control the most and have phobias of anything related to their death [even like, lying down on a spa bed or doctors table or whatever for farrow] if someone puts their hands near their death scars they get nervous. farrows mundane fear that haunts his anxiety thoughts is bugzz 🐛

• skuggy. u know him. he dont like da fire. his mundane fear is geese and swans cuz theyre vicious but thats normal human instinct. probably doesnt like thunderstorms cuz they can cause fires if youre anxious enough

WE’RE DONE if you made it this far for some reason literally im ur biggest fan youre awesome

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Gif source:  Jughead

Imagine Jughead asking for your help in picking out a birthday present for Jellybean.

---------  Request for @bixbiboom  ---------

This one, you know she’ll like, “Juggie, look at this!”

Coming up behind you, he raises a scrutinizing brow, “A record player?” He hums in consideration, before his eye inevitably goes to the price, “I mean... it is on sale, but she doesn’t have any records... and that’ll blow my whole budget just for this.”

“Listen, here’s my plan,” you hold up your hands for him to not get too hasty in his judgement of your suggestion, “you know how much she loves classic rock, right? I bet we can find some great Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath albums for dirt cheap at the flea market on the Southside, and I’ll make those my gift to her, to pair with yours. That way, she’ll have something to play on it.” Smacking him encouragingly on the upper arm, you grin, “Come on, Jug? Let’s get her something special!”

“Well,” he lingers, before a smile turns at the corners of his lips, “she is only gonna’ turn sixteen once. Let’s do it!”

[blueandgoldoffice]

Hello beautiful soul I'm looking for a sky high bughead au, bettys is daughter of a villain and jughead can control the plants the last time I saw ir wasn't finished yet

Hrm. Are you sure it was Juggie that could control the plants? I know this one right away but it’s more in line with the actual film. It’s wonderful - so I’ll link you. And if anyone knows the specific one you’re asking for (if it’s not this one) - please hit us up!  💙Jandy

(love like) flowers and fire by @bluevelvetvideo (1/1 - G)

Summary: Betty Cooper is sick of the inequality in Riverdale, perfectly encapsulated by their high school. Taking a stand against it in a way she'd never imagined, what transpired next proved out of her realm of possibility. OR A Sky High AU in which we rewrite the ending as it should have been, with the dark, brooding bad boy getting the sunshine girl instead of the All-American hero unjustifiably winning (again).

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Ooooh the beautiful and wonderful @bluevelvetvideo found the right one, I think. Please give all the credit to her @bibettycooper666 if this is the right one.

Amorous Allignment by @strangenightsofdaydreams (2/3 - E)

Summary: The seniors of Fox Forest High School for the Powered have under a week before graduation. According to their peers, Betty Cooper fits neatly as the edgy loner who is destined to carry on her dear old dad’s villainy. Jughead Jones is the sarcastic sidekick who hangs around with heroes like Archie Andrews. Their secret summer sexcapades of junior year and continuation into senior year has to hidden until Jughead is faced with a choice that determines their future.