Riverdale Smuts

Bare// Jughead x Reader

The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn't possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.

Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop's for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.

"I'll have a strawberry milkshake this time." You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.

"It's on the house." Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.

Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn't have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.

"Y/N."

You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn't hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.

"Hey." You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, "Something wrong Jug?"

"Why are you here so late?"

"Can't sleep-"

"The truth." Jughead firmly said.

"I haven't been sleeping." You admitted, "I can't fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There's no peace at all."

Jughead's heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn't have a home anymore.

"Oh." Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, "It's okay."

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, "Why are you out so late Jug?"

"Couldn't write in the house. I'm so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn't write with Archie playing his songs. He's an amazing singer but those songs aren't putting me in the writing mood."

You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn't started making it when Jughead showed up.

You knew that he could see that you wouldn't be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.

"Come on."

"Aren't we trespassing?" You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.

"Probably." He shrugged, "I know you though."

You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.

"Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?" Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Of course I do!" You laughed.