Cole Sprouse X Reader(Imagines & oneshots)

Everything Beautiful

~Jughead Jones X Reader~

Description: In times of need, (Y/N) always turns to Jughead for support.

Warnings: Implications of abuse.

Word Count: 763

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(Y/N) knocked on the door to the screening room at the drive-in. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears. Jughead opened the door wearing a puzzled face.

"Hey," (Y/N) said, trying to keep her voice from cracking. "I know its late but-" she hesitated, not knowing what to say. "I-I have a biology test tomorrow that I'm really stressed about. Can I study here with you?"

"Yeah," Jughead nodded, noticing her abnormally puffy eyes. "Yeah, of course, come in." He opened the door wider so that she could enter. (Y/N) shuffled into the room, trying to keep her sniffles as quiet as possible. She plopped down on his bed and wrapped her arms around herself, ever so slightly rocking back and forth. "You okay?" Jughead asked, sitting down next to her.

"What?" she mumbled, turning her head upwards so she could look at his face. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Then maybe you should go home," he suggested. "I'm sure you'll do fine on your biology test."

"No!" she shot up from the bed. "I can't- I'm not going home." Jughead stood up too and walked towards (Y/N).

"Why not?" he questioned, crossing his arms as he neared her. She remained silent. "(Y/N)?"

"It's my parents!" she cried, giving up her façade. "They...I can't anymore, Jughead." Immediately understanding, Jughead pulled (Y/N) into his arms. He enveloped her in a comforting hug, burying his face into her hair.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, stroking his thumb across her skin. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." Quietly, she sobbed into his chest, staining his shirt with tears. They stood there in the middle of the room like that for a couple of minutes before Jughead pulled away. He kept his hands on her shoulders as he held her in front of him. "Do you want to talk about it?" (Y/N) shook her head.

"No," she whispered. Jughead frowned but nodded.

"Did they hurt you?" he questioned, concernedly gazing into her eyes. She bit her lip hesitantly, but rolled up her long-sleeved shirt to reveal bruises decorating both of her forearms. "Jesus Christ, (Y/N)." She said nothing, only rolled down her sleeves so that they covered her hands.

"Can I stay here tonight, Jug?" (Y/N) asked quietly. Jughead nodded frantically.

"Yes, of course," he agreed. "There's no way in hell that I'm letting you go back home."

"Thank you, Jug," (Y/N) softly smiled.

"You know we're playing Clueless right now," he said, a smile creeping up on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood. "Do you wanna go outside and watch it?" (Y/N)'s smile widened.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. Jughead grinned as he grabbed her hand, leading her outside. The night was frigid, and (Y/N) immediately grew cold with her lack of a jacket. Jughead noticed her shivering, and held up a finger to signal for her to wait for him as he ran back inside. He walked back out holding a sweater, and (Y/N) grinned. She slipped it on over her shirt, thanking him.

"Come on," he urged, leading her to a comfortable place to sit and watch the movie. The drive-in was completely vacant, Jughead and (Y/N) being the only two people watching the movie. Jughead wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders and she rested her head against him. They watched the movie together in blissful silence. Neither of them were focused on the movie, though; instead, they took turns staring at each other when they thought the other wasnt looking. Once the movie finished, (Y/N) shifted so that she could properly look up at Jughead's face.

"Jug," she whispered, causing him to glance down at her. He didnt say anything, and so (Y/N) pushed herself up so her lips could reach his. Jughead softly cupped her face as he kissed back, holding her like she was a porcelain doll. When they separated, they rested their foreheads against each other as they smiled.

"I don't deserve you, (Y/N)," he whispered, keeping his eyes closed. (Y/N) smiled sadly and leaned in for another kiss.

"You do, Jug," she whispered against his lips. "It's me who doesn't deserve you."

"No," he said, pulling away from her. He brushed his thumb across her lips. "You deserve everything beautiful the world offers you, (Y/N)."