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YOU’RE HERE (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Request: i see that you do jugheadxreader, could u do one that centres around ep12?

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It was a difficult situation. Betty, Archie, and Veronica each had their own motives behind why they broke into FP’s trailer. 

Betty, being a loyal friend to you decided to make sure you were safe from your best friends dad. Especially since you had begun to get closer to Jug. If FP really murdered Jason, who knew who he had next on his hitlist? 

Archie, being a loyal friend to Juggie wanted to make sure he was safe too. The redheaded boy already spent years watching his best friend be torn apart by his deadbeat dad. The last thing he wanted was to see Jughead break again. 

And Veronica Lodge? Who knew the mysteries that were still centered around her father? Curiosity had gotten the better of her. The need to know if her father organised the death of Jason Blossom was like an itch on her skin, burning to be scratched. 

You stand in a circle, everyones voices in hushed whispers. Crossing your arms, you look down at your prom dress. And to think, this was meant to be a perfect night. “You need to tell him.” You warn sternly, “You’re meant to be his best friends.” 

V sighs, her eyes full of regret and worry. “We didn’t do it out of malice, Y/N.” 

Archie agrees. When you look up, your eyes meet his. “We were trying to protect you. Both of you.” Archie, being one of your longest friends - just like jug - has pure intentions. But you can’t help but feel the pain that this will cause Juggie when he finds out. 

You sigh, “That doesn’t make it okay.” 

Hearing approaching footsteps, your shoulder tense. By the look in everyones eyes, it’s Jughead behind you. You turn around. “Guys, what's going on? Why do I feel like I'm suddenly left out?” His lips are in an awkward smile, you cherish it while it lasts. 

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” You cross your arms, looking at Betty, V, and Arch.

Jughead comes to a stop, standing beside you. “Tell me what?”

V gives a small nod, not liking the situation. But he knows what’s right. “We went to your dad's trailer to search it, Jughead.”

“Why would you guys do that?” He wonders, his features incredulous.

Betty looks down in shame. “My mom put us up to it. She was convinced he was hiding something about Jason.” 

Archie speaks up to his best friend. “We were wrong. All of us. We didn't find anything. And Jug, we were only doing it to prove that-”

“-That my dad wasn't a murderer? You went behind my back, Archie?” Jug interrupts, anger taking over slightly. 

You take a step towards him, placing your hand on his shoulder gently. Juggie-”

He shakes your hand off of him, stepping away from you. “You all lied to me? All of you.” His blue eyes land on yours, painful tears clouding them. 

You shake your head, looking up at him. “No. Jug, I had no idea any of this was happening.” Looking to your friends, you feel your eyes begin to burn. They excluded you from this, especially when they knew how much you care about Jughead. You warned them against doing anything but they didn’t listen. 

A myriad of footsteps interrupts the conversation and everyone looks to the group of adults led by Kevin. “There they are.” Kev sighs in relief. "You have to listen. All of you.” His voice is urgent and rushed, impatient to get the information out. “My dad just told Mayor McCoy about your dad, Jughead.” 

It’s almost as if all the air was wiped from Jughead’s lungs. He feels like he can’t breathe. The worst possible thought rushes to his head. Is his dad dead? “What about my dad?”

Kevin had searched high and low through all of prom just to be able to tell him. But now that the time has come, he looks at Jugheads face, and he’s not sure he can do it. Through the feeling of his heart sinking for his friend, Kevin puts on a brave face. After all, Jughead deserves to know. “He was just arrested. For the murder of Jason Blossom.”

Jughead thought he couldn’t breathe before. He thought his twisted mind had already come up with the worst possible scenario. He was wrong. In many ways, this was worse than his dad being dead. Arrested. For murdering the Blossom’s son. 

His mind ran and it ran wild. This whole time, he wasn’t writing a novel about Riverdales biggest mystery, he was writing  novel about a murder his father had committed. Could it really be true? Did his friends have something to do with it?

Jughead didn’t stick around to ask any questions or seek any answers. His last movement is to grab onto your hand before he practically drags you from the hallway and to the closest exit. 

He sits in your car, his hands shaking at the wheel as he cries silently. You stand at the open door. “Jughead.” You repeat his name, not sure if he’ll hear you this time. “Let me drive. I’ll take you to the station to see him-”

“No, no.” He interrupts quickly. He doesn’t feel like he could stomach seeing his dad right now. He’s not fully convinced that his dad was innocent. He wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed as you watch the boy you care about just sit, breaking into a million pieces. “His trailer?” You suggest. It sounds dumb to go there but you know Jughead. 

He shakes his head, rejecting the idea. 

“Okay.” You sigh as you place your hand on his cold ones. He looks up at you, his gaze questioning your actions. “Get up. I’m taking you to mine.”

In your room, Jughead takes a seat on your bed. His shoulders slump as he takes his hat off and discards it to the side. His eyes are red, contrasting the tone of his skin. He looks sickly pale, almost as if he’s ice cold. You feel your heart break for him. 

“I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling.” You admit to him, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him. No one could anticipate what happened.

Since everyone else had aided in breaking into his dad’s trailer, he had no one else except you. He’s lucky to call you his best friend. Jughead just shrugs at your attempt to make him feel better. 

 "You don't have to try to make me feel better." He tells you truthfully, "All I need is to be with you. If that's okay." He mumbles the last part, looking at his hands fidgeting restlessly. 

 You sit next to him, "It's more than okay." Your legs rest against one another's. 

"You're the only one that's on my side." He states, his voice sounding calm as shiny tears rest below his eyes. He wipes them away with the sleeve of his jacket.

 You sigh, looking at the broken boy sitting on your bed. "Jug, come on, you know that's not true." 

 "You don’t doubt me, you never have. Everyone else was so ready to incriminate my father. But... not you." He turns to you now, his blue eyes piercing yours. "Y/N," he sounds completely broken now, his eyebrows furrowed as he squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds, "I can't believe this is happening."

 You're not sure what to say now. There's nothing you can say, really. His dad’s in prison now, all the evidence is against him. He's already confessed to Jason Blossoms murder. Nothing can be said or done, and Jughead can sense it. You're silent, so you take him into your arms. 

"It's okay. You're okay." 

 "How can you say that?" He cries, his fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt as he breaks down. He pulls back and you know you've said the wrong thing.

 "Juggie, I know you just want a home." You express, your eyes glossy too. The room is quiet and still. He watches you. "A good dad. Your sister and your mom back. I know how much it means to you." 

 He presses his fingers into the corners of his eyes and wipes away his tears, "Y/N." 

 "No, listen." You add quickly, "You deserve that. All of it. And I'm sorry that your dad can't give that to you. I'm so sorry, Jughead." 

 He sighs, shaking his head slightly. He moves closer to you, his fingers moving to inch your face closer to his. For a few seconds before the kiss, his breath mixes with yours. There’s a moment of waiting; of hesitation. But then it shifts to clarity. 

He presses his lips to yours. It's gentle at first, slow, steady, silent. Instead of showing his emotions, his puts them into the kiss and lays you back gently. When he pulls back, the two of you look at each other. His eyes rest on yours before he lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug. 

 "Jug," You breathe, feeling your heart flutter. Anyone could see this coming from miles away. You just can’t believe it happened so quickly. "Just because it seems so far away doesn't mean it won't happen. You're going to have the home you want, I believe that." 

 He gives you a small smile, running his fingers through his raven hair. "You're my home, Y/N. You're here."