Jughead x Reader Oneshots

Anger//Jughead

NOT PROOF READ

This is short and it sucks.

To whoever requested this I'm sorry it's so bad and rushed but I wanted to get something out.

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School was hard for someone like me. As if it wasn't bad enough, having I.E.D made every day a challenge. It stands for Intermittent Explosive Disorder (Liam Dunbar my baby) so basically I have a really short temper, the smallest thing can trigger it.

I'd managed though. As bad as school was I had an amazing group of friends. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and, the boy that everyone ships me with, Jughead Jones.

Jughead and I were best friends, I'd been there for him through everything that happened with his dad. And he's been there for me too.

I walked into the girls bathroom to check my hair since it was super windy outside, ending up face to face with my least favourite person in this whole school.

Cheryl Blossom

I kept fixing my hair, hoping she'd ignore me. I should've known that would be too good to be true.

"It'll take more than a brush to fix that rats nest." She eyed me up and down as I focused my eyes on the mirror.

Deep breath in. 1...2...3...and out.

That's what they'd taught me in anger management. Don't retaliate. Find techniques that work for you. Clearly though, this didn't satisfy Cheryl.

"What are you doing? Aww is that a little trick your therapist taught you? To stop you little (y/n) getting herself expelled again? How precio-"

I didn't hear the end of her sentence as I let my fist fly.

I surprised myself with the control I'd had though. Since I punched the mirror and not her face. Shards of glass stuck out from my hand as the blood started to flow. Before Cheryl had time to compose herself I grabbed my stuff and left to find my friends.

As soon as they saw me they could tell something was wrong, then their eyes fell to my bloody hand.

They all started asking questions, but I was to wound up to hear them never mind answer them. Jughead placed his hand in my arm, leading me away from the group and into the makeshift Blue and Gold office.

"Sit on that desk" he told me as he opened a drawer, pulling out some bandages and antiseptic wipes.

"I shouldn't have done that. I thought I was getting more in control of myself" I sighed as he stood in front of me. I winced slightly as he pulled shards of glass from my hand.

"Sorry. But (y/n) as bad as this is, it's an improvement." He said, not looking up from my hand.

"How?" I questioned as he began to wipe away the blood.

"Because you punched the mirror. Not Cheryl. It's tempting for people who don't have the same struggle as you to punch that witch." I chuckled lightly at his words as he started wrapping my hand.

"Tell me if it's too tight." His eyes met mine for a second and I did my best to suppress a blush.

Once he finished wrapping up my hand he looked at me. I realised now how close we were, but neither of us were moving back.

"Thankyou" I said quietly, the tension in the air was thick. But it wasn't a bad tension.

"It's fine. You know I'd do anything to help you." He replied, his voice equally as quiet as somehow our faces had ended up inches apart.

So I made an impulsive decision that I didn't know if I'd regret.

Once my lips brushed his his hands cupped my face. Pulling back for air we looked each other in the eyes

"How do we tell the others?" He asked breathlessly.

"I don't think we'll have to. They've been outside that door spying on us this whole time."