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fight-me-wyatt · 6 years

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Richie Tozier ~ Detention

Request/Prompt: "Ok so, for the prompt list u posted, can u somehow combine "i'm gonna marry her one day" (this wasn't on the list but it's so cute to me for some reason???) "don't be an ass" and "you're such a bitch" with 16/17 year old Richie? Like just overall super fluffy ?? Idk I'm just in the mood for sum fluffy richie... Love your writing by the way! ❤❤❤" from @evelxn-cruz on tumblr.

Ship: Richie Tozier x fem!reader

Summary: Richie gets the reader into detention, so she gets revenge by putting him into detention.

Type: fluff.... But not super fluffy, I'm super sorry to the person who requested!

Warning: Only warning would be swearing, I think.

Word count: 2971 (including A/Ns)

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know!

This isn't great, and it's quite different to what I usually do, and it's not very fluffy I don't think sorry!!! Let me know if you want another, more fluffy, one! Seriously just tell me to get my shit together lol.

Also, I know the teachers I'm using are from the elementary school in Derry, but let's pretend they're high school teachers as well lol. And idk the janitors name (I couldn't find it on the wiki) so I called him Jimmy and I didn't know of the shopkeepers name so I called him Mr. Davidson (no reason, just two random names I picked).

Not my gif, gif credit goes to @imultifandomstuff

Y/N POV

Richie fucking trashmouth tozier. That son of a bitch. How dare he think he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I swear to god that god damned boy was going to be the death of me.

I stormed out of detention, earning a warning glare from Mrs. Casey, who had been marking papers for the last three hours that I had spent in the stuffy classroom.

I strode out of the school, passing only the janitor, Jimmy. I smiled and nodded to him.

We were on a first name basis because of the amount of time I spent in detention, which usually involved helping Jimmy. I did have a reputation of getting into trouble for the things I did. I had become infamous throughout the school, most known for the buckets and buckets of off milk I had tipped throughout the principal and staffs offices. It was worth the weekend I spent cleaning with Jimmy, who kept giggling as he watched me scrub with a surgeons mask over my nose and mouth.

This time however, was not something of my doing. I had just spent three hours writing out the dictionary because Richard Tozier had taken it upon himself to proclaim his "undying love" to me.

He did this by blowing up thousands of balloons and spreading them all around the school, each with a compliment, gushing about me, using my full name.

"Y/F/N, YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE QUEEN" read one.

"Y/L/N WONT BE YOUR LAST NAME FOREVER, SOMEDAY IT'LL BE MINE" read another.

This wasn't all he did though, oh no.

He had also spray painted the words "Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N is the most beautiful person I have ever seen." In big, bright letters across the lockers.

The school staff thought very lowly of the loving declarations, and because Richie had somehow managed to evade all suspicion (God knows how, we had been dating for nearly a year), the blame fell on me.

Not surprisingly, as I was known to have an ego 'as big as her tits' as Richie had once described.

The very few who did believe me when I said it wasn't me who had done this, told me that if I suffered the consequences, the person who obviously loves me so much would also be suffering to know they put me in detention.

I know for a fact Richie has no remorse and is definitely not suffering. He's probably even planning his next big plan.

As I pushed open the squeaky doors to the great outdoors, I took a big deep breath in of the sweet, sweet air of freedom.

I jogged down the steps, my doc martens hitting the steps rhythmically. I shrugged and pulled the collar of my leather jacket out, so that it rested more comfortably.

I heard a wolf whistle, and I snapped my head towards the loud, sharp sound, to see the guilty culprit leaning against the brick wall with a cigarette in his hand. Stan the man sat on the wall beside him, shrugging an apology to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. I walked slowly over to him, crossing my arms.

"You, Richie, are a dickhead." I said, laughing slightly.

I stole his cigarette from between his fingers and took a drag. Stan laughed and jumped down from the wall.

"Well," he said, slapping Richie on the back, "good luck, buddy" he chuckled, "see you later, Y/N/N" he strode off with hands in his pockets.

"DON’T THINK THAT I DON’T KNOW THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HELPED HIM PULL THIS OFF, STANLEY, YOU BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN." I called after him, laughing as he turned and blew me a kiss jokingly.

I turned back to Richie as he tried to grab his cigarette back from me. Pulling it away from him and out of his reach teasingly, I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"So,uh, Richie. I have to be honest with you..." I paused, biting my lip and he looked at me with alarm, suddenly nervous, "today... someone" I took a deep breath before continuing, "someone declared their love to me. And wow. Seems like you've got big competition. If you're not careful, this mysterious anonymous admirer will steal me away from you ." I shrugged, taking a drag.

His mouth dropped open and gave me a gentle shove.

"You're such a bitch! I was seriously worried about what you were going to say!" He shook his head and wrapped his arms around me, connecting our lips slowly.

"You have to admit though, it was fucking impressive, right? I bet all the teachers and students are jealous now. I could have anyone I wanted..." he frowned, pretending to think about who he would choose.

I laughed and shoved him.

"Oh, don't be an ass, rich. They're all obviously wanting me, not you" I smirked and winked.

We both laughed, starting off down the street. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him stealing glances at me. I slid my fingers through his and swung our entwined hands between us.

As we walked, Richie told me in great detail of how he managed to pull his master plan off.

I giggled as he gestured wildly with one hand and cockily told me the extreme lengths he went to, to pull off his "prank of the century", as he called it.

We reached my house in what seemed like no time at all. Being with Richie did that; made time go faster. He seemed to soak up all of my time and attention whenever I was with him, and I would never even realise until later on. Not that I was mad when I did realise, how could I be when it was Richie? That jackass always did something or other that should piss me off but instead just makes me grin and shake my head.

We stopped at my front door and turned to each other. He grabbed both of my hands and smiled.

"I really do love you, Y/N/N." He grins and winks before continuing, "and I mean that fucking body, hot damn!" He wolf whistles and smirks, kissing my cheek.

I pull away, teasingly as I laugh at him.

"And here I was thinking we were having a moment... Maybe we could have another.." I whispered, leaning in so our lips were mere millimeters away from each other, before turning my head to whisper in his ear, "but I don't think you deserve one" I pulled back, a smirk on my face as I opened the door and stepped inside.

I slowly turned back, almost as if he was an afterthought.

"Oh, and Richie? Karma's a bitch, and she's on her way... But I may get to you before she does, so watch your back, Tozier." I smiled sweetly, and closed the door on Richie's gobsmacked face, with admiration in his eyes.

That night, all through cooking and eating dinner, my mind was swamped with ideas on how to get my revenge. As I helped my dad do the cleaning up, a plan formulated in my mind and I was gonna have fun with it.

I turned in for an 'early night', much to my parents delight and snuck out my bedroom window with my pocket money in the deep pockets of my warmest jacket.

I speed walked to the corner store close to our family home, wanting to get started.

The bell trilled and I sighed, glad to be in the warmth. I grabbed a basket and searched the isles for my weapons.

I guess I looked a tad weird going up to the counter with over 100 golf balls, over 200 plastic cups, and about 50 bottles of dish soap. And of course a can of spray paint.

Mr. Davidson looked at me with raised eyebrows. He knew the family, and my notorious pranking history, so as he rung everything up, I smiled sweetly.

"So, Mr. Davidson, how's the family? Good? Now, listen, I need you to do me a huge favour. It's easy though. All you need to do is to not say anything about seeing me tonight or that I brought any of this stuff? Okay? Think you can do that for me?" I grinned, trying to look convincing.

He looked apprehensive about it, so I slid him an extra $5 that I had been saving for an emergency. He simply nodded and told me my large total.

I grumbled but dug out the cash and passed it to him in coins.

I picked up my bags awkwardly and nodded goodbye to him.

"See ya later Mr. Davidson!" I called behind me.

"It was nice not seeing you, Miss Y/L/N" he called out, a smile clear in his voice.

I grinned and waved behind me, the bell once again ringing as I left.

I reached the school what seemed like hours later. I grinned and used the key I had 'borrowed' from good ole' Jimmy to get in through a side door. He had passed a comment to me about losing it, but I knew that he knew I had it. I think the old fellow has a soft spot for me and my pranks.

Once inside I tied my hair up and got to work. I started by filling plastic cups with dish soup and put them in awkward places; on top of lockers, on tops of doors, random places on the floor that were destined to be stepped on and spilt. I struggled to carefully pick my way through the full cups without tipping them when it was just me. Imagine what the hundreds of people during the day would do.

Next, I dipped the golf balls in the soap and spread them out. Some in lockers I knew the codes for, some in random plastic cups, some just on the floor.

Soon, the somewhat narrow main hall of the school was a mine field, ready for someone to detonate my strategically placed bombs and slip over.

To top it off, I started to pour the remainder dish-washing soap over the clear ground before abruptly stopping.

"Crap." I whispered, despite no one else being around.

I dropped the bottle I was holding and picked up my red spray paint can, shaking it.

“Definitely should've done this first." I scolded myself.

Carefully and painfully slowly, I made my way through the minefield of my own creation, trying to not trigger any bombs too early.

Miraculously, I managed to get to the lockers that faced the main entrance at the T-intersection at the end of the hall without spilling any slippery soap.

I shook the can once more, before painting the lockers in big, bold, easy-to-read words.

I stepped back slightly, narrowly missing a golf ball and looked over my artwork. I frowned in thought, then crouched down to add a few extra words. I stood up and smiled.

Happy with myself, I made my way back to my abandoned bottles. I finished off my job by spreading the last of the soap in the bottles all over the squeaky clean floor, so it was a slippery, sticky mess (much like the situations I frequently managed to get myself into).

I laughed evilly to myself, clapping my hands in achievement as I looked over my beautiful creation one more time, the red letters standing out to me.

Quickly, I picked up the waste products from my master plan and set off for home, not before locking up.

I yawned as I hauled myself silently through the window of my bedroom. I chucked the empty bottles and can into my wardrobe, wincing at the slight noise they made as they landed. I kicked off my boots and fell into bed, not bothering to get changed. I was so tired, I had barely glanced at the clock, that read 2:19am, before falling into a deep sleep.

That same clock woke me up with a drilling urgency at 7am. Groaning into the pillow, I reached blindly for the murderer of my sleep. As I pulled myself up into an upright position, I managed to stop the blaring. I grinned sleepily, remembering the night and my own brilliance. The smell of waffles wafted through to my room and in a rush I got ready for school and ate lightening fast before heading on my way.

I reached school, with a grin on my face. I pushed open the entrance doors to be greeted with beautiful, beautiful chaos. Perfect.

Everywhere, teachers and students alike were slipping, sliding, tripping and falling in the hallway of soap. It worked better than I ever could have imagined. I looked around, smirking at the detonating bombs causing people to fall with a comic-like 'splat!'. And those words on the lockers stood out more than ever, perfectly framed by people sliding to the floor in front of them.

"RICHIE TOZIER, I THINK IM SLIPPING AND FALLING FOR YOU." They read.

And in smaller writing beneath it was: "I THINK STAN URIS PUSHED ME THOUGH."

I moved out of the doorway and to the side so any newcomers could get the full experience. And as I reread the red words with a sense of proudness, the men of the hour walked through the doors.

Both Richie and Stan's mouths fell open - with sheer amazement, I'm assuming - and they looked from the chaos, to the words, to each other and back again. They burst into laughter, the type of laughter that makes you hold your stomach because it starts to hurt. Once they were able to bring down the cackling to small giggles, they wiped the tears from their eyes and scanned the squealing and squawking crowd of people for me, and just as they spotted me and started to walk over to me, Mrs. Douglas spotted them. Somehow, she got through the minefield, only skidding a few times, using students as support, and reached the two alarmed boys. From my position I couldn't hear what was being said but she seemed angry. I wonder why. And the boys looked sheepish, unable to get a word in edgewise to tell her it wasn't actually them. Hello? Karma? Is that you? Oh good! Perfect timing.

Mrs. Douglas dragged both Stan and Richie by their elbows towards the detention room. Except the minefield was between them and said room.

With Mrs. Douglas refusing to let go off the boys, they managed to all fall victim to my slip 'n' slide a grand total of 12 times. That's gotta be a record for the short distance they had to go.

Just before they disappeared into the room, Richie turned back and locked eyes with me. We grinned at each other, across the war torn zone of the hallway, staring at the other as if we were right in front of each other.

"Well played." He mouthed at me from across the hall.

I blew him a kiss and winked as he gave me the middle finger and got pulled into the room.

Stan and Richie were sentenced to writing a minimum three page essay on what had happened, why they were in trouble, and any other information they could give on the prank in total silence. At least that's what they told me afterwards when they emerged from their prison to where I waited for them with a cigarette. What I didn't know was the specifics of what happened during detention.

So, I didn't know that ten minutes in; Stan had one sentence and Richie had a blank piece of paper.

I didn't know that Richie had turned to Stan, fiddling with his pencil, deep in thought.

I didn't know that when Richie turned to Stan, he said, "i'm gonna marry her one day."

I didn't know that he meant it wholeheartedly.

I didn't know that Mrs. Douglas had immediately shushed him.

And I didn't know that Stan had simply smirked and replied, "I know, Richie."

A/N: I'm really sorry about this lol it's super bad. Please let me know ways to improve! I'm super sorry there's not many cute fluffy couple moments. I tried something different and I'm not sure if I like it or not! Let me know if you do or don't and why!

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sweetlysilent · 7 years

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Opposites Attract

Requested By: @jackmutherfqknfrost

I’m not sure if request are open but if they are I have an idea for a Jughead x Reader prompt. I’m not sure if you have seen Sons of Anarchy but its pretty much about a motorcycle gang. Anyway, I was thinking that the SOAs could be a rival gang of the Serpents and the reader is the daughter of the leader of the gang, but Jughead doesn’t know. Maybe there could be some conflict between Jughead and the reader when he finds out. Idk, I thought it would be an interesting idea.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Everyone in town knew that the SOA’s and the Serpents were enemies of one another. Over the years they clashed, whether it was over clients, family, and money. No one dared to cross into the territories they owned, until you did. You were the leaders daughter of the SOA, and Jughead was the son of the Serpent leader. You knew this, but Jughead didn’t, until one day when he found out, creating a conflict nobody was prepared for.

Warnings: Some swearing, a few fights, sad plot twist ending

Word Count: 2,970

A/N: This was really fun to create and write, I did kind of put my twist on the plot though so I hope you like it! I had never seen SOA before so bare with me. It gets kind of intense so be prepared. I really wanted to go into depth of what could happen in situations like these.

It was like every other night in the town of Riverdale, you were in Pop's diner with your friends, Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Jughead.

This was the go to place to hangout, you all were basically regulars there.

Everything was great, you were all laughing, drinking milkshakes and overall just having a fun time together.

The next thing that happened seemed to go in slow motion.

You had felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, making your focus drift from your friends to see who was calling you.

When you saw it was your father you instantly knew something was wrong, he never called you unless it was important.

You excused yourself out, walking outside and pressing your phone to your ear.

"Y/N! You need to get home now! Something happened." Your father yelled into the phone, making your whole body freeze.

You were waiting for him to say more, but instead he hung up the phone.

You blinked rapidly trying to process what he had just told you, something happened.

You didn't have time to explain to your friends what was going on, you just rushed back inside, grabbing your keys and mentioning that you 'had to go' and ran out the door.

When you arrived home, you saw everyone in your club there, making your heart drop.

You shoved your way through everyone to find your dad talking to another club member.

"Dad what's going on?" You spoke frantically, looking at him with panic filled eyes.

Your dad let out a deep sigh, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N, one of our warehouses.. it was destroyed.." He spoke sternly, making you freeze once again.

"Which one?" You questioned, making your dad close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"The one with all our guns. They're gone Y/N, even yours." He sighed angrily, giving you a hug.

You didn't know how to express how you felt in that moment, whether it was sadness, or anger, but you knew one thing was for sure, you wanted revenge.

When you arrived at school the next day your friends asked you what had happened, you wanted to tell them the truth, but you couldn't, so you made up a lie like usual.

Nobody knew you were the leaders daughter of the SOA, and that's how it was meant to be, if people knew, it would get ugly real fast.

After a month had passed since the incident you still felt that rage deep down, your father had told you he suspected the Serpents to have done it.

You however didn't want to believe that, but there was really no other group that hated the SOA like the Serpents did.

Months went on, things were finally getting back to normal, the SOA's warehouse was repaired and restocked.

You and your friends were happy and living a somewhat 'normal' teenage life, until the death of Jason Blossom.

This tragedy brought lots of attention towards the Serpents and the SOA, which made you infuriated.

You knew that people would try to blame your family, but it was getting out of hand.

You wanted to be able to vent to your friends, but if they found out they would probably disown you just like anyone else would.

Deep down that rage from months ago were still there, and it was slowly sneaking out whether you wanted it to or not.

"Y/N." Betty waved her hands in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up at the blonde haired girl in front of you.

"I was asking you on what you thought the title should be for this weeks paper." Betty smiled eagerly, making your roll your eyes slightly.

Thankfully she wasn't paying attention, but at the same time you wish she had.

"Okay so do you like 'Jason Blossom, Accident or Murder' or-- 'Jason Blossom, Caught In The Middle Between Two Rivals.'" She glanced up from her computer a bright smile on her face, until she saw yours.

You sat there with a stone face expression, the sound of 'rivals' made you fill with rage.

"You know what Betty, it's not always about rivals!" You shouted, grabbing your belongings and rushing out of The Blue and Gold.

Left behind was a stunned Betty, unsure of what had just happened, and where all the anger came from out of nowhere.

You weren't going to lie, it felt good to shout, but at the same time you felt terrible, it wasn't Betty's fault, she didn't deserve that.

You couldn't handle being at school the rest of that day, so you decided to go to Pop's, the one place that was open twenty-four hours a day.

You ordered your usual milkshake and sat down in the booth you and your friends always sat in.

You leaned your head back against the cushion, trying to slow down your breathing, you heard the bell from the door ring signaling someone had entered the small diner, to your surprise this mystery person sat down across from you.

You opened your eyes to see the one and only Jughead Jones, a playful smile on his lips.

"I didn't see you at lunch, and after hearing what happened with you and Betty I thought I'd come check on you." He grinned slightly, placing his bag next to himself.

"Look Jug, that's really sweet, but now's not really a great time." You sighed, looking down at the table, avoiding eye contact.

He noticed your uneasiness, instantly knowing something was up.

"That outburst you had back at the school, what was that all about?" He questioned, making you start to take deep breaths again.

"She wanted my opinion on the paper." You replied with a monotone voice.

Jughead nodded slowly, trying to put pieces together in his head.

He was about to speak again when your phone vibrated, it was your father once again.

You didn't even have to answer it to know something else horrible had happened.

You excused yourself, leaving a tip and rushing out, making Jughead even more curious.

What you didn't know was that he was following you, soon being the biggest mistake he had ever made.

You shoved your way through the crowds of people, seeing your father.

What came next was something you never expected, there were firetrucks and ambulances.

Once again, everything was moving in slow motion.

You saw some of your family's homes broken into, some that caught on fire, some totally demolished.

You felt as if your insides had just been ripped out of you.

Then came that rage feeling once again, but this time you couldn't contain it.

Out of nowhere angry tears started falling, along with a scream you didn't know you could manage to make.

This surprised everyone, nobody knew how to react, only your dad did, who held you tightly.

Once you calmed down you decided to take a look around, you knew the Serpents had to of done this.

You were sick and tired of their shit, covering up their mistakes, dealing with their attacks over and over.

You turned to leave, but stopped when you came face to face with Jughead.

Your eyes widened, as did his.

"You--" He began, but shut his mouth unable to speak words.

You just stood there, unsure of what to say.

"You're the SOA's daughter?" He questioned, pointing at your dad with an angry look on his face.

"Like you're one to judge Jughead? You're the son of the Serpents!" You shouted, your voice hoarse from the scream and crying.

This caught Jughead off guard, he was unsure of how you knew this when he never even knew who you really were.

"At least my friends knew who I am, unlike you." He glared, making your insides boil.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, walking up to the brunette haired boy.

"You're one to talk about loyalty my friend." You crossed your arms, glaring at the boy in front of you.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, unsure of what you were trying to hint at.

"Well I'm sure your friends know you have a South Side jacket and that when your not with them, you're a completely different person." You smiled innocently, making him glare at you.

"I'm sure they don't know your dirty little secret either." He spat, wiping the smile off your face quickly.

"And they never will." You glared, backing away from him.

Jughead stood there still, watching you walk away from him.

He didn't understand what just happened, or what he had just found out about you.

This changed everything.

The next day at school was awkward, you and Jughead weren't speaking, which didn't go unnoticed by the group.

"Okay guys I'd love to play guess the problem, but I'd rather you just tell us." Archie spoke up, taking a bite of his sandwich.

You and Jughead both looked at each other, glaring.

"Guys seriously what's going on." Veronica questioned, clearly annoyed.

"Nothing." You replied, taking a sip from your water.

"Everything is fine." Jughead gave a fake smile, making you roll your eyes.

The bell soon rang, everyone took this as their chance to get away from the tension.

Later that day you were once again sitting in the booth at Pop's when Jughead appeared.

"Listen, I know things aren't great between us, but I think we should talk." He sighed, sitting down in front of you.

"Alright." You replied, resting your hands on the table.

"I know that our families are enemies, but that doesn't mean we have to be." He looked at you sadly, making you slowly realize he was right.

You let out a sigh and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You're right Jug, I'm sorry for what I said earlier." You apologized, and he soon apologized to you too.

"I want to know what's happening though Jug, someone keeps attacking and I'm not going to be able to keep myself contained." You sighed angrily, making him place his hand on top of yours.

"We're going to find out whos' doing this I promise." He gave a reassuring smile, making your stomach flutter.

You always had a thing for Jughead, he had that mysterious vibe about him that you loved.

Plus he was also the complete opposite of you.

After the talk in Pop's you went back home, Jughead walking beside you.

What you didn't expect to see was a fight about to happen right before the both of your eyes.

There they were, your family and the Serpents, standing before the two of you.

You and Jughead looked at each other before running to your families.

"Dad what is going on?" You asked frantically, but he wasn't concerned about that.

"What were you doing with that Serpent boy?" He questioned angrily, making you look at Jughead.

"He's my friend, you know this." You tried to explain but it was no use.

What happened next was like it was slow motion all over again.

It all happened so fast.

One minute you were standing next to your dad, then the next there was a loud 'ring' that went throughout the air, echoing.

You glanced down at your shirt, seeing red, lots of it.

You heard shouts saying to 'call 911' and to 'get help' but it was hard for you to stay focused.

You remember moving in front of your dad, protecting him from FP who had fired at him.

You remember hearing Jughead scream and try to protect you, but he was too late.

"Y/N! Y/N stay with me, everything is going to be okay." Jughead held you in his arms, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hey look at me." He smiled worriedly, holding you close.

You blinked rapidly, breathing heavy.

"Isn't it-- funny-- how--" You coughed, spitting up blood, making Jughead bite down on his lip.

You took a deep breath, looking up at the brunette haired boy, realizing how in love you actually were with him.

He looked down at you, fear clearly written all over his face, an ambulance was heard off in the distance.

"Y/N what were you trying to say?" Jughead questioned, looking at you sadly.

You blinked a few times, then spoke up.

"How-- opposites-- attract.." You smiled sadly, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jughead let out a little laugh, making your stomach flutter once again.

"Yes Y/N, it is." He smiled, seeing your dad rush over to you to help get you into an ambulance.

In that moment Jughead knew he was in love with you, he was angry he had never seen it before until now.

Jughead rode with your dad in the ambulance, he never once let go of your hand.

Doctors were doing everything they could.

You looked at your dad, then at Jughead, you gave a sad smile.

You squeezed your dads hand, then Jugheads.

"I love you dad, and I love you Jughead." You choked out, more tears falling down your cheeks.

"I love you too Y/N, so much sweetheart." Your dad smiled, kissing the top of your hand.

"I love you too Y/N, I'm sorry it took me that long to realize it." Jughead smiled, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb.

That day everything changed, the small town of Riverdale wouldn't just be remembering Jason Blossom, but also Y/N.

Your dad was a mess when he found out you didn't make it during surgery, and Jughead, he was a complete disaster.

Archie, Betty, and Veronica weren't much better, but they stood strong to help Jughead.

A few days later they held your memorial, people gave heart filled speeches, laying flowers down.

Opposites do attract, whether they're good or bad, even if there is bad, good is still deep down somewhere and that's what Jughead lived by.

He was always going to remember you, his other half.

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