Im The Broken Pringle On The Bottom Of The Tube

I’m the broken Pringle on the bottom of the tube

Lost and Found ~ Jughead x reader

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Word count: 1,359

Warnings: none that I can see

Summary: The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead.

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

Looking around the small and dusty little hut I collected the last few of my belongings, stuffing them into my backpack. Lately I was living in this old and abandoned hut on the outskirts of Riverdale. It was hidden by a grove of trees so that it wasn’t easily visible from the street that led by. I really liked the place, it was quiet and peaceful, a safe haven of my own, but no matter how idyllic it was I had to move. Over the years of being abandoned and not taken care of the building, it had become rather unstable. Just a few days ago when I left for school I was almost hit on the head by a loose roof tile. So I finally made the decision to find a new place.

Walking over the little table under the old glass window I reached for the picture that was lying there. I sighed when I saw it. It was a photo of me and my parents. It was already bent from being carried around without a frame. The last time I saw my family must’ve been almost a year ago. We had a huge fight about morals and how my dad should get a grip on his life which ended in me deciding to leave. I wouldn’t live in a household where alcohol was drunk like water.

After finally being finished I carefully sneaked out of the shed not wanting anyone to see me. I hadn’t told any about my living situation and I wanted to keep it that way. The pity. Seeing it in their eyes whenever they set them on me – I hated it. It was not like I was a damsel in distress. I knew exactly what I was doing and I did not want or need their pity. To be completely honest, I actually kinda enjoyed my new lifestyle – moving from one place to the next, never knowing where I would end up or what I would discover. It was fun. Adventurous. Thrilling. Exciting. Reminiscing about everything I’ve experienced so far, I made my way to the best diner in town.

When I arrived at Pop’s I entered and ordered a coffee. Receiving my drink I moved past the tables and sat down at one further away from the door. I often came here. I loved sitting in silence and observing all the different customers. Sometimes it were just teenagers hanging out after school, trying to forget all the stress exam season held for them. Other times it were families with annoying children crying for desert. Once in a while I even saw a few Serpents quickly passing by.

This time when I looked up I noticed that most booths were empty as it was already late – the sky outside quickly darkening. The closest booth that was occupied was a few tables down on the other side of the aisle. Sitting there next to the window was a guy my age, wearing a grey crown shaped beanie, on the table in front of him there was a laptop. He had raven, slightly curly hair and mesmerizing light blueish-green eyes. His eye brows furrowed in concentration as he focused on the words he was writing.

I had seen him around a few times, mostly in school hanging out with Archie, Betty and the new girl – Veronica Lodge, the popular raven haired girl. His name was Jughead Jones.

Although he was friends with them, was a part of their group he was an outsider. He was different, dressed differently, had a different view of things. Being quiet and keeping to yourself, like he often did, didn’t make you popular – didn’t make people like you.

And believe me I know what I’m talking about. For I too am an outsider. I am the girl in the back of the class, the girl that everyone forgets about. The quiet one that has no friends. Normally I enjoyed going more or less unnoticed that way I didn’t have to spend my time with talking to people or something like that. But sometimes I hated being that girl. Sometimes I just wished I could be like Betty and Veronica, be ‘normal’ - whatever exactly that was.

I was ripped out of my gloomy thoughts by the waitress asking whether I wanted anything else, so I ordered another cup of coffee. When the woman went to get my drink I focused back on Jughead. He was still concentrated on the text he was writing, still typing in the separate letters with such a passion I hadn’t seen with anyone in a long time. Wondering what he was writing I kept observing his actions. He seemed so mysterious, that was what I liked about him.

When my order arrived I thanked the lady and reached for my backpack and took my sketchbook and a pencil out. I liked sketching, it was sort of therapeutic, it helped me sort my thoughts and I often came up with good ideas. In hope of getting an idea of where I could stay next I started drawing the handsome boy I had never actually spoken to.

Once in a while when Jughead looked up from the monitor he caught me starring at him. Replying with a look of suspicion he then turned back to his work. It was obvious that he didn’t trust people easily.

After a few silent hours sitting there with my pen in hand, I had finally thought of a place to go and was on my way to the only more or less safe place I could think of at the moment – Riverdale High.

The next morning I awoke in the stuffy little room I found at school. It was located towards the front of the school near the entrance. The supply closet wasn’t really used any more – at least I hadn’t seen anyone ever enter the room and the dust that had collected on the shelves supported my theory.

Still tired I stretched and bumped my hands on the rather low ceiling. 6:00 am – it felt like it was a lot earlier than that. I had to get dressed and ready before school started, so I moved over to my back pack and took out my clothes. Grabbing my grey jeans and black long sleeved shirt in one hand and my toothbrush and some other toiletries in my other hand I made my way on to the main hallway.

Recalling the where the showers were situated I remembered that the women’s showers were located on the far end of the building while the men’s were right around the corner. I knew I should take the long way to the female one but who am I kidding here, it’s way too early in the morning, I was lazy and I was the only person here at this ungodly hour. So my decision was pretty obvious and therefore quickly made.

I turned the corner to the boy’s tiled facilities and stopped dead in my tracks. Unlike I expected I actually wasn’t the only person here. There, standing only a few feet in front of me, he was.

Jughead.

When I walked in he looked up at me in surprise only to meet my shocked expression. Jughead was standing at one of the sinks, a toothbrush in his mouth. He was shirtless, only wearing grey pants with his typical suspenders. I had to admit that he was definitely good looking, more muscular than I would’ve suspected. His head wasn’t adorned by his signature grey hat – I had never seen this much of his gorgeous locks. After spitting out the foam and rinsing his mouth he leaned on the edge of the sink.

I was still rooted to the floor watching him cautiously. “What are you doing here?”, he questioned raising an eyebrow. At that question I crossed my arms defensively in front of my chest. “I could ask you the same”, I replied defensively. Silence answered me. Of course he wouldn’t. So I gave in, “I’m crashing here. Got a problem?”, and carried on to the showers without waiting to hear his reply.

Lost and Found Part 3 ~ Jughead x reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

Word count: 1,162

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead. 

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

The next day I avoided him at all costs. I even got up an hour earlier than usual just so I wouldn’t have to meet him. I needed the time to sort my thoughts.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. I knew it was just a one time thing, this would never happen again, so my heart should stop fussing about it. But it wouldn’t. Every time I thought of the intimate moment we had or a picture of his captivating face with his alluring smile appeared before my inner eye my heart started to ache.

The thing was I didn’t like getting attached to people, especially to people who did not reciprocate the feelings and it was clear as crystal that Jughead Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did not reciprocate those feelings. So I had to ignore and forget about it.

Attachment wasn’t something I was big on. Not being attached meant being free, being able to do what I wanted. It made moving on – both emotionally and physically – so much easier. One didn’t have to consider whether one’s decisions would hurt anyone that one loved. I had even considered moving to a bigger town/city after graduation hoping to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. So no, commitment and attachment weren’t on the top of my list of things to-do. And the way Jughead reacted showed he didn’t want to be bound to anyone.

Having finished that train of thought I started to replay the events of the evening before in my mind. Maybe I just imagined that he leaned in. Oh god, if I did that I just made our whole acquaintanceship awkward. If that is what truly happened I could just slap myself, I thought facepalming.

Man, the moment was so cliché, it was almost kinda cringey. I had probably seen too many of these stereotypical romantic kisses on TV and in movies that my head made me think that he had inched closer, that this was my romantic moment. God, that’s so embarrassing! I wish it never happened – well, a part of me does. It is better if I don’t act on my feelings and act like everything is normal.

And that was exactly what I did. The following days I pretended that nothing had happened. When we saw each other in the hallways we subtly nodded at each other but further than that we didn’t show pay the other anymore attention just like we always did.

After our situation had cooled down some more we started hanging out more often. I made him go to Pop’s with me to eat dinner together instead of spending the time alone. It felt like we had finally become friends although Jughead still sometimes seemed like he was avoiding me and was hesitant around me but it was getting better and we opened up to each other – talking about our situations at home and our dreams and hopes.

A few days later during school time I was frantically searching for my dark haired, green eyed companion and found him sitting in the student lounge with his other friends. Leaning casually on the door frame I watched them laughing and talking together for a few minutes. When Jughead noticed me I pushed myself off of the door frame and slowly made my way towards the group sitting on the chesterfields in the centre of the room.

As I approached his facial expression showed his confusion and the rest of his gang watched me in surprise. A few feet away from him I nervously said: “Hey, Jug, could I talk to you for a moment? Outside?” while avoiding his friends’ gazes. “Uh... yeah... sure”, he stuttered and followed me out into the hallway which was more or less deserted.

“So... what did you want to talk about?”, my friend asked casually leaning against a locker. “Well... the thing is I have a slight problem”, I replied while cautiously looking around whether anyone else was listening in on our private conversation. Jughead cocked his head in interest and worry. “You know the place that I crashed in... well, someone must’ve found it and told Weatherbee ‘cause Mr. Svenson was told to raid out the place.” His eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?!” I nodded. “Oh shit! What happened to all of your stuff?”, he asked aghast. “They put it into the Lost and Found box but I already got it all back and put in my locker.”

“So they know that you stayed here?” “No... god no! I told them story about constantly losing things. They bought it.” Jughead exhaled deeply like he had held his breath most likely fearing for his own safety even though I was somewhat hoping it was for my sake. “Can I help you in anyway?”, he questioned. “That’s really nice of you but I’m fine... I just wanted to tell you that I won’t be staying here any longer.” “What?!”, he exclaimed shocked making some students glance at us.

“Shh”, I hushed him and made him lower his voice. Jughead muttered an apology. “I’ll leave as soon as school’s over. That’s why I wanted to let you know now.” It hurt seeing his seemingly painful expression – if I wasn’t imagining that as well – the corner of his lips lightly pointing downwards and his eyes wide. “You can’t! Where will you go?” Trying to lighten up the mood with a soft smile I answered: “I don’t know yet but I’ll figure it out. I always do. It really will be too suspicious if I stay here as well and anyway I saw Mr. Svenson lock the door to the storage room earlier.”

“Please (Y/n), at least stay the night. Then tomorrow we can figure it out together”, he begged me standing up straight. It was so unlike him to plea for something and I couldn’t stop myself from hoping that it was only because of me. His sea green puppy dog eyes didn’t help me with my refusal so I gave in. “OK, fine.”

As Jughead went back into the student lounge I stayed behind resting against one of the classic blue lockers caught up in my thoughts. That’s when I heard Veronica Lodge speak up. “So, you and that outsider girl?” “Her name is (Y/n)”, Jughead corrected her. I knew I shouldn’t listen, this surely wasn’t a conversation meant for my ears but as soon as my name fell from his lips drew my interest.

“What’s going on between the two of you?”, she asked suggestively and full of curiosity. “N... Nothing.” It hurt hearing him say that. Technically it was true. There was nothing between us. We hadn’t even spoken the words ‘friend’ or ‘friendship’ towards each other. With a pang in my heart I quickly left not wanting to hear more of the conversation. Although my heart still ached from Jughead’s short answer earlier today I kept my promise and spent the night in school.

Masterlist

I was inspired by the lovely @padfootagain and her Masterlist. Go check her out! Her fanfictions are amazing.

None of these images belong to me.

Jughead

Fight with a Snake

Lost and Found Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Sweet Pea

Bruised

Aramis

Just a casual affair

Strong and Desirable

An unforeseen rescue

The Seductive Power of an Honest Man

Will Scarlett

Rescue in a Heartbeat

Tincke

Still Standing

Floki

Ale and Dares

Louis Condé

Looking for a man

Five Hargreeves

The Fifth Musketeer

Monroe

Scary on the Outside but Soft on the Inside

Jamie Fraser

Scot in shining armour

So, I'm only in season three, but I thought it would be cool to do a Sean Renard x reader where reader is Freddy and Rosalee's sister and when Freddy was murdered, she was brought in for questioning and Sean saw her for the first time walking out of the precinct and when Sean gets more involved with Team Grimm (that's what I call the main group), he gets to know her better while she helps run the spice shop. It just sounds like a fun idea -&

I like the idea. But I’m not sure if I’ll write it. It’s hard for me to write fanfiction for characters that I myself don’t really feel attracted to. I mean I like Sean but not in in a romantic way. I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll try to write something with Sean. If you have anymore ideas for Nick or Monroe send them my way, as I will more likely be inspired to write about them.

Friends

I feel like I’ve been stabbed

I thought they were my friends

Like Oli said: “True friends stab you in the front”

But are they actually true friends?

I sometimes wonder if that was just my perception

It hurts to see them now turn their backs on me

While I clutch my wound, the warm stickiness dripping through my fingers

They didn’t even notice

And I know I will probably crawl back to them

Even though I have been hurt time and time again