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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: you prank jughead by wearing clothes in the shower and you just sit there and cry until he comes in
This was requested, thank you!! I'm still working on the other two stories you sent in
Warnings: None
Word Count: 541
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YOU HAD always loved teasing Jughead. His dry humor and unimpressed reactions made him the perfect target for your antics. So when you stumbled across a viral prank online, you couldn't resist.
The plan was simple: sit fully clothed in the shower, let the water run, and pretend to cry until he came to check on you. Easy, right?
The water was freezing when you first turned it on, but you didn't flinch, committed to the bit. You sat on the shower floor, your clothes soaking through as the water streamed down. You even practiced a few sniffles to sell it.
"Perfect," you whispered to yourself, suppressing a grin.
Moments later, you heard the door to your shared apartment open and Jughead's familiar shuffle as he walked inside.
"Y/N?" he called, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"In here," you answered, letting your voice crack dramatically.
It didn't take long for him to realize something was off. The sound of running water and your sniffles had him heading straight for the bathroom.
"Y/N, what the hell—" His words died on his lips as he pushed open the door.
You sat there in the shower, completely drenched, with mascara running down your face for added effect. His expression morphed from confusion to alarm.
"What are you doing? Are you okay?" he asked, rushing to turn off the water. He crouched beside you, his hands hovering as if unsure where to start.
You sniffled, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes. "I don't know, Jug. Life is just... so hard right now."
His face softened immediately, his brow furrowed in concern. "Hey, hey. What's wrong? Talk to me."
You bit your lip, trying to keep a straight face. But the sight of Jughead, utterly frazzled and dripping water from your now-drenched clothes, was too much. A laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
Jughead froze, his eyes narrowing. "Wait a second..."
Your laughter burst free, uncontrollable now. "Oh my god, you should've seen your face!"
He stared at you, completely unamused. "You were pranking me?"
Still laughing, you nodded. "I couldn't resist! You're so easy to mess with."
Jughead sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Unbelievable. You had me thinking something was seriously wrong."
"I'm sorry!" you said, still giggling. "But admit it, I got you good."
He shook his head, a reluctant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're lucky you're cute, or I'd leave you here soaking wet."
"Admit it, you care," you teased, poking his chest.
He rolled his eyes but offered you his hand to help you up. "Fine. But don't expect me to fall for this again."
"Challenge accepted," you replied, grinning.
As he helped you out of the shower, muttering under his breath about how you were "completely impossible," you knew you'd succeeded in not just pulling off the prank, but reminding him why he loved you—chaos and all.
