#jughead jones drabble

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

may your days be merry and bright (Jughead x Reader)

A/N: Tada!!! My very first Juggy fic!! This one, as well as the other Riverdale fics I'll be posting today and tomorrow, was requested by my amazing best friend, @the-ancient-fae!!! Roxy, here is your first of many stories, I hope you enjoy it!! I know this isn't the longest, but I hope the actual content makes up for it!! I hope everyone else who reads this enjoys it as well!!!

Pairing(s): Husband!Jughead x GN!Reader (Pronouns not specificed)

Prompts: "someone ate santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me" + Christmas baking from my Christmas Sleepover post

Tag(s): All fluff!! Mentions of kids

Word Count: 321

Song Inspiration: White Christmas By Bing Crosby

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

~*~

“Someone ate all of Santa’s cookies last night. And it wasn’t me.” 

You jolt guiltily and freeze, half of a cookie hanging out of your mouth. You stay where you are, facing away from him, your lips turning up slightly.

Jughead comes up behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as he leans forward to look at your face, snatching the rest of the cookie away from you and popping it into his own mouth instead.

You gasp and immediately pout as he chuckles and walks over to the fridge. “I thought we agreed that I would be playing the role of Santa this year?” He questions with a raised eyebrow sent your way.

“I woke up in the middle of the night and got hungry.” You tell him defensively.

Your husband snickers as he gets out the orange juice. “I didn’t realize that means you get to steal my cookies.” The look in his eyes is amused and not at all truly upset, and you relax a little bit.

“Well, to make it up to you,” You walk over to the fridge right before he closes it and pull out a large bowl filled with cookie dough. “I decided to make some more so that you can have your cookies after all.” You tell him matter-of-factly with a smile.

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. “Well, look at that. You make the cookies and I make breakfast?” He asks.

You nod happily. “Sounds like a plan!” You look at the clock on the wall of the kitchen. “I’d say we have about 60-90 minutes before the kids wake up, so that tells you what you have the time to make.”

“I better get to it, then.”

The two of you spend the next hour and a half making breakfast and sweet treats for your little family, basking in the joy of a warm and cozy Christmas morning.

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A/N: How was it?? Please, tell me what you think, I'd love to know!!! Thank you sm for reading!!!!

[centravolonial]

astro's astronomical drabbles (2/?)

-. love bruise .- a bughead drabble

--- Jughead's eyes flutter open as his face twists up and he raises a hand to his face, rubbing his palm across his eyes. “Mmh..” Jug slowly raises himself up to a sit, looking around the room around him, soon realizing Betty is standing in front of the mirror in an oversized shirt and underwear, pulling her hand back to get a clearer look at her neck. “Jug?” She turned around to look at him, and she carried a slightly worried expression. “Hm.” He blinks, groggily responding to her. “Look!” She then hurries over to the side of the bed, showing him the deep purple hickey on her neck. “Oh. Did I do that?” Jug crooks a brow, holding back a mocking smirk as he hovers a hand over the ivory-skinned girl's neck, that has been love bruised. ---

[wendydarlingfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Falling In Love, Drabble, No Dialogue, Internal Monologue Summary: Betty has some thoughts as she sleeps next to Jughead.

[elizacinnamon]

I would love a drabble of Betty and Tabitha being pregnant with their daughters together! Tabetty forever.

Betty adored her friendship with Tabitha for many reasons but never dreamed they would end up expecting daughters with due dates only a week apart.

Since it was Betty’s last baby, and Tabitha’s first, the two women soaked in every unexpected moment of shared joy and anticipation. Tabitha went to Betty for advice on everything from developing symptoms to buying the right stroller; Betty told her friend everything in turn as she processed the arrival of her fourth surprise baby after loss.

Some afternoons, Tabitha would go to Betty’s after work and talk to her about everything as they drank tea and watched the Andrews kids play in the backyard. Other mornings, Betty would stop by Pop’s on her way to an appointment or work commitments to have a cup of decaf coffee and get things off her brain. While sipping her warm mug behind the counter, Betty loved watching Tabitha buzz around refilling everyone’s cups and taking orders with her petite bump underneath her yellow skirt.

When springtime arrived, both women quickly approached the arrival of their little ones. They would spend many afternoons talking on the back porch and going for walks in the neighborhood. They joked about racing to see which baby came first and laughed that their daughters were already besties as they often kicked around the same time.

Archie and Jughead had their own new dynamic as a result of their wives friendship. Jughead told Archie all his fears about becoming a parent; Archie enjoyed having a reason to be close to his old pal for the first time in a few years. Archie could barely fathom the idea of Jughead being a dad to a little girl but couldn’t imagine anything more perfect to humble him and open his heart.

When the little girls were born—Eliza Joy Andrews came a little less than two weeks before Tate Jones—they immediately introduced the babies, though they slept through their entire first meeting. But just as their mothers hoped, the two girls grew up as the best of friends. You never saw one without the other. Betty and Tabitha often said their friendship, which remained as sweet and solid as ever as their kids grew, spilled over to their girls in a beautiful way.

[ao3feed--bughead]

Rush Back In

by FrostedGemstones22 Betty wanted to put everything having to do with Riverdale in her rearview mirror. Except, something just keeps drawing her back in. Maybe she's never been good at saying no to her niece and nephew. Or, maybe, it might just be an old friend from her memory; now the tough and snarky leader of the Serpents, Jughead Jones. A man Betty absolutely should not be talking to (but does anyway). Words: 6832, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Drabbles/Gifts Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Polly Cooper, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Dagwood Cooper, Juniper Cooper Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends, Hometown Reunion, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Bad Boy Jughead Jones, Good Girl Betty Cooper, Secret Relationship, Friends With Benefits from AO3 works tagged 'Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones' https://archiveofourown.org/works/49461352

[ao3feed-jarchie]

Something Else In Mind

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ycQWC0Z

by Anonymous

"You're not gonna beat me up, are you?" Jughead asked, feeling nervous.

Archie has a different idea.

Words: 146, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Just Watched The First Episode Of Season 7 And It Gave Me A Lot To Work With, Drabble, Sexual Content, Kissing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ycQWC0Z

[just-another-ficwriter]

50 Wordless Ways To Say ‘I Love You’

#15 - Calming them down when they have a bad dream (Jughead Jones)

Jughead wakes with a start.

Heart hammering in his chest, completely terrified, and unaware of his surroundings. The darkness in the room plunges him back into the nightmare, and suddenly he feels the coffin walls closing in again, with no way out.

He’s about to cry out, beg for help-

And then a soft whisper comes from beside him, a gentle hand on his arm, and suddenly he knows he’s not alone.

One touch from you is enough to make him breathe again. He knows you can feel the way he’s trembling, can see it written on the frown pulling at your face.

“I’m here Juggie.” It’s enough to make him want to cry, and he knows you wouldn’t blame him if he did. You pull him closer, letting his head fall to your chest, delicate fingers combing their way through his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Silence settled around the room once more, his heartbeat now a gentle thump. How could you steady him with such little effort?

He doesn’t get much time to think about it, just wraps an arm lazily around your waist and lets the sound of your own heartbeat lull him back to sleep.

He knows he’s safe here with you.

50 Wordless Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ Masterlist

From this prompt list.

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[shymeg]

Jughead and Hotdog are walking, see a cat crying in a window on the first floor of an apartment complex, and Hotdog makes a mad dash for the cat's window barking. Jughead isn't sure what to do. When a guy is walking out of the apt. Looks at Jughead looks at the window.

"Hey, Man, you want a cat?"

Jughead looks bemused, "Isn't it yours?"

The guy shakes his head, "Nah, it's abandoned. I just feed it"

Jug knowing that feeling all too well, "who's place is it?"

The guy shrugs his shoulders, "Look, man; the place is cleared out all but that cat!"

Jug looks at Hot Dog; Hot Dog barks, "Okay, take me to the cat."

The guy wasn't lying; everything was cleaned out, but the animal's things and the cat that had a name tag that said 'Toffee' well, maybe the old owner was a foodie like me. He thought and got a goofy grin.

He grabbed a bag and loaded up Toffee's things, and put her in a cat carrier. He looked at Hot Dog, "Is this what you want, Pal?"

Hot Dog looked at him and barked. Jug petted him, "Good boy" he grabbed Hot Dog's leash, "Walk slowly now, boy, I got a lot in my hands."

When he got to his apartment, Jug set up Toffee's things and stated, "We got a mystery to solve Hot Dog; I don't believe the owner would abandon Toffee! Do you boy?" Hot Dog just barked in agreement.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

---

“you figured it out, didn’t you?” you noticed.

“maybe...”.

“I know that look. you totally did. So are you going to tell me or not?”.

“depends” he smirked.

“depends on what?”.

“on what I’ll get in return”.

“well, what do you want?” you knew where this was going, but still wanted to hear it from him.

He came closer, leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“hmmm... alright, you got it. Now tell me!”.

Tags: @shymagicsworld @cigaretteswithcoffeee

[princesweetpea]

Downfall of a King

Jughead sighed, searching around his room for something – anything. It was too bright in here, even with the curtains drawn. Maybe he could try to write something? No. He jiggled his leg anxiously as he searched, still coming up empty. No distractions, just his thoughts. Even though he joined the Serpents more out of necessity, he had adopted the role of Serpent King with a full heart, quickly becoming passionate about the family that he had found in them. But he felt like he couldn’t do anything right – like he was failing them, no matter how hard he tried. It’s too bright in here. His heart thumped against his chest as he flung himself onto his feet and crossed the room into his closet, shutting the door behind him and slowly sinking against it to the floor. The darkness engulfed him. He felt unexpected wetness on his cheeks, but he didn’t stop his tears. He ran his fingers through the fringe that peeked out beneath his hat before yanking it off and throwing it against the wall. He gripped the mess of curls atop his head, clutching tighter and tighter until the burn in his scalp became unbearable. You’re just a teenager. “I’m sorry,” You’re not fit to rule. “I’m so sorry,” You’re running us into the ground. “I’m trying my best.” He choked out in muffled sobs as the intrusive jabs, some not even uttered to him, stabbed at his subconscious. The thoughts were attacking him in the voices of Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea – the people he loved. He hugged his knees to his chest as he trembled. It’s too bright in here.

[centravolonial]

astro's astronomical drabbles (1/?)

-. "small talk" .- a bughead drabble

--- “ Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; The worst is death, and death will have his day.” Jughead spoke almost scholarly and slumped backward into the diner booth and crossed an arm over himself, as he popped a french fry into his mouth. “Bleak, right?” He raised a brow at Betty sitting just in front of him briefly with a subtle smirk. “And that's..?” Betty tilts her head as she sips her milkshake. “Shakespear.” He nods, sitting up correctly to sip his own milkshake. “I’ll never know how you remember all that.” Betty shrugs with a grin. Jughead blinked. “You can never really understand something fully if you only read it once.” He hums, as he munches down on a duo of fries. “You’re so cute when you get smart.” She smiles as she rests both elbows on the table as she lovingly gazes at her significant other. --

[lonely-full-of-secrets]

Jughead Jones (Prompt: Passion)

One of Jughead’s greatest passions is writing. Whether it's writing one of his novels or keeping track of his autobiographical information. It’s usually enough to keep him busy. 

As he gets older and starts carrying more responsibilities, he doesn't always have the time but he sure as hell makes the time. He takes his writing and storytelling very seriously. 

Another thing he is passionate about is getting to the truth about something. He takes the time to investigate stories other people find boring and he’s not afraid to ask what everyone else is thinking. 

Jughead’s written about more than just the murder of teen Jason Blossom, the serial killer Black Hood, and the dreaded Gargoyle King. He also writes to fight injustices, especially against the Southside. He knows what it’s like to be on both ends of the privilege scale. He does his best to remain unbiased in the search for the truth. 

He goes above and beyond to uncover the right side of the story. To get the story the people deserve to hear. Someone in power is corrupt? He’ll find a way to expose them. This often puts him in danger but to him, if someone isn’t threatened by his investigative journalism, he isn’t doing his job right. 

[fivescuddles-blog]

riverdale masterlist

*** = smut

Characters

Jughead Jones

under the stairs | imagine

Sweet Pea

northsider // pt. one, pt. two, pt. three, pt. four, pt. five | imagine

Betty Cooper

not alone | imagine

you're my passion | imagine

intertwined*** | imagine

fantasy*** | imagine

Veronica Lodge

not like him | imagine

Mass Headcannons

harry potter houses

christmas party with the serpents

Aesthetics

Incorrect Quotes

Edits

Actors

Lili Reinhart

she's my world | imagine

[myriadimagines]

Only in the movies by diffuser with Jughead Jones

Characters: Reader x Jughead JonesWarnings: Mentions of deathLyric: “If she could change the world, I think she’d rather sleep / 18 and feeling out of place”Word Count: 482A/N: The last 24 hours have been kinda wild and also I really don’t want to have a crush I don’t know what I’m doing

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

For most of your life, you felt like an outsider. Someone lingering on the edges of the picture, barely visible. Someone who never quite fit the part, someone who didn’t fit into the puzzle. 

And for a long time, no one seemed to notice you.

You learned not to care about the lack of attention you got. Learned not to care when people didn’t recognise you despite seeing you every day at school. You blended into the background, head kept down, shuffling in and out of classrooms without any interaction. You showed little interest in anything – classes were boring, the classmates were worse – yet there was one thing you did enjoy: writing.

Unfortunately for you, the one place where you could write was shut down. Nevertheless, you lingered in the former office for the Blue and Gold, typing away at stories you created in your head. Most of them were silly, dramatised events at school, yet the most recent even was not dramatised at all. 

You, like everyone else in Riverdale, was gripped by the murder of Jason Blossom. It seemed like the police were baffled, with no suspects, leaving everyone in the town fearful of each other.

Being so quiet throughout the years, observing instead of getting involved, suddenly had some advantages. Quietly, you found yourself launching an investigation of your own, listing your own suspects and theories.

No one ever would’ve known about your little investigation until Jughead happened to stroll by the Blue and Gold office, eyebrows furrowed when he saw you inside. He paused, unsure if he should enter considering the fact that he had never spoken to you, but contrary to your belief, he had noticed you around, and you had perplexed him.

Deciding not to think about it too much, Jughead entered, raising his hands above his head in mock surrender as you jumped in shock, spinning around. A smile tugged at his lips as he reassured you, “Hey, hey, it’s all good.”

You didn’t return the smile. “What are you doing in here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” Jughead shot back, feeling the slightly hostility. “I-”

Jughead suddenly trailed off when he noticed your papers, the mind-maps you had put up across the cork boards. You self consciously stepped in front of them, a feeble effort to hide your work, but Jughead was quick to piece everything together as he breathed out, “No way. Are you trying to solve the Jason Blossom murder?”

You looked away, shy and vulnerable. This much attention from someone felt foreign, felt overwhelming. You didn’t know if Jughead would judge you, deeming you as strange and weird.

Instead, he stepped closer, lowering his voice as he continued, “I’ve got some theories, if you’re interested in hearing them.”

For the first time, a smile appeared on your lips. Perhaps the attention wasn’t so bad, after all.

[ao3feed--bughead]

Burned By The Fire

by goodgirlfaith (boomersoonerash)

Betty has some thoughts as she sleeps next to Jughead.

Words: 173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Falling In Love, Drabble, No Dialogue, Internal Monologue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53107531

[just-another-ficwriter]

I’ll be trying to fill in as much of these in the run up to Valentine’s Day (1st Feb-14th Feb), if anyone has any requests please send them in🥺

Currently writing for:

*Sweet Pea

*Fangs Fogarty

*Archie Andrews

*Jughead Jones

*Bughead

*Bucky Barnes

*Steve Rogers

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Traveling long distances just to see them.

Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

Listening to them while they vent.

Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

Tracing your names together in the sand.

Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

Helping brush their hair after a shower.

Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

Standing between them and a busy road.

Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.