strawberry // jughead jones 🖤

bonus bonus ;)

someone brought it to my attention we never witnessed Jariella's first kiss.
FUCKING BLASPHEMY
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"Jughead, I don't like oranges."

"You're vegan, how could you not?" Jughead questions, throwing things into the basket as we walk down the aisles. Well, correction - he's walking, I'm sitting in the cart like a child.

"It's just one of those fruits. Can we get strawberries babe?" I ask as we near them.

"Can we get stra- fuck yeah we can. I love them." Jughead takes two cartons of strawberries, gently setting them beside me.

"Oh! Oh, wait," I stop him, leaning slightly out of the cart. Jughead grabs my waist, his eyes wide. I giggle at his concern, and grab what I was reaching for, which was a tube of strawberry scented chapstick, "I was out." I say. Jughead sighs, letting go of my waist as I ease back into the cart, pecking his cheek.

"You'll be the death of me, woman." He says. I shrug, carelessly twirling a piece of my newly blonde hair.

"Until then, you shall love me."

"Yes, master." He jokes. I stick my tongue out at him, and he chuckles.

"Yes, I love you babe." He says. I nod contently, curling my legs in the basket.

"Say - what about mangos?"

"God no."

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I groan, setting the last of the groceries on the kitchen counter, before slowly sliding to the floor. Jughead watches me with a raised eyebrow, before walking towards me.

"I can't believe you didn't let me get the mangos." He states, sliding to sit beside me. I shrug, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"If you would've got them, you would've lost your girlfriend. You want that?" I joke. He sighs.

"I guess not."

"You guess not - excuse me?" I mock him, sending him a look. He chuckles, kissing my forehead.

"What does that smell like?" He asks, pointing to the chapstick tube in one of the plastic sacks. I scoot across the trailer's kitchen floor, grabbing it before scooting back to Jughead. I take the wrapping off of it, before popping off the cap.

"Like heaven." I state, rubbing some on my lips. Jughead watches, before grabbing the tube.

"Wow. You're right, it smells so good I could eat it." He mumbles.

"Please don't." I tell him, grabbing the tube back with a smile. He smirks.

"I just want a taste." He says, then leans toward me slightly. I raise my eyebrow, the realization of what is about to happen hitting me like a ton of bricks. Fucking finally.

I suck in a breath as Jughead grows nearer, nearly an inch away from me. I look down at his lips, before sighing, and closing the gap between us.

Euphoric.

For a guy who isn't much into PDA, or any affection really, besides the occasional kiss on the cheek or cuddles, he was a great kisser. His lips moved in sync with mine, and I slowly slid my hands up his chest, then clasped them together at the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

We stay like that, on the cold floor of his trailer, lips on lips until I break away for air. I look into his eyes, giving him a grin, one that he returns. He pecks my lips once more.

"Definitely yellow paint material." I say, winking at him. He chuckles, remembering our conversation about happiness.

"I love you."

"I love you too Jugs."

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Short & sweet.
Also.
I KNOW VAN GOGH FUCKING ATE PAINT TO KILL HIMSELF BUT HE ALSO THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE HIM HAPPIER SO GET OFF MY ASS.
okay that's all.
Hope you enjoyed hoes.
I love you all,
Until next time.
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