Fight With A Snake ~ Jughead X Reader

Fight with a Snake ~ Jughead x reader

Word count: 1,429

Warnings:  violence, some swearing

Summary: The reader is fed up with Cheryl and starts a fight. Jughead calms her down.

A/N: I know Cheryl joins the Serpents after they loose the Wyrm but I really liked the idea of the reader being a bartender there.

I had been a Serpent almost all my life. After my parents died and I had nowhere to go they became my family, my home. They were everything to me. The Serpents had saved me from so many situations – from Ghoulies, drug dealers and even some Bulldogs.

Currently I was standing behind the wooden counter at the Whyte Wyrm, our fortress. No matter how bad it smelt of whisky and old cigarette smoke it was still my favourite place.  Whenever I could I spent my time there in this safe haven. That was one of the reasons why I had started bar tending a few years ago.

“Hey Sweet Pea, want any more?”, I asked the admittedly handsome guy, who for a change sat at the bar instead over at the pool table. Looking up at me he nodded and I turned to get him a refill. That was when I saw her out of the corner of my eye – a flash of red in the otherwise black crowd. Cheryl Blossom. She walked into the bar, Toni right by her side – as always. She always walked in like she owned the place, hips swinging side to side, head high in the air. As per usual all eyes were on her and I knew she loved the attention. Rolling my eyes I whirled around and took a bottle of beer from the fridge. I turned back to the counter and gave Sweet Pea his drink as the oh so marvellous Cheryl Bombshell made her way towards the bar.

“Hey, there!”, the newest member of the Serpents greeted me overly cheery and ordered a shot of Tequila. While I retrieved the bottle of spirit she continued talking to me. “You know you should change up your look sometime. It must get boring constantly wearing more or less the same outfit.” Cursing her on the inside I ignored her snarky remarks and filled the shot glass for her. These remarks seemed to be a constant companion of hers or at least around me. There was always something she had to criticize about me, be it my looks, what I said or what I did, something was always wrong. I should’ve been used to it by now but it still bothered me.

Just as I wanted to turn and put the bottle in it’s rightful place Cheryl said something that made the boiling pot of anger inside of me finally overflow. It wasn’t because her words where worse than those before or anything it was just the drop too much in an already full glass. “I’d say you should cut your hair, get a new haircut, this one doesn’t look good on you anyway.”

Taking a deep breath I clenched my jaw. My fingernails digging into my palms. Full of anger I threw the bottle that was still in my hands onto the floor which caused a loud crash as it broke on the wooden boards. “That’s it!”, I roared which caused everyone to shift their eyes to me, “I have had enough of your snarky, bitchy little comments.”  During my outburst the girl in question moved a few steps back in surprise.

I jumped over the wooden counter and landed only a few feet in front of her pretty little high heels. “You just barge in here like you own the place, but you’ve been here for like what? A month?” With each word I took an angry step closer to her. I was furious.

“(Y/n)”, Toni tried to calm me down by laying a hand onto my arm. Ignoring her I continued my rant right up into Cheryl's face. “You are no Serpent”, I spat out full of spite, “Prancing around in your expensive shoes and dresses, living first in Thornhill and then in Thistlehouse. You have no idea what it’s like to struggle to survive, to grow up the way we grew up. You will never understand the loyalty and the sense of family we feel towards each other, you bitch!” And with that I did something I had been wanting to do for so long. I punched her square in the face.

A shocked murmur went through the crowd. No one had expected something like that to happen. Not quite yet satisfied I connected my fist with her face again. Of course she tried to fight back. Even tough she landed a few hits – none of them very painful – she was no match to me. After all I grew up with this kind of fighting – with your bare fists, with switch blades. Cheryl on the other hand was only used to bow and arrows, but this time her oh so fancy weapon would not help her.

During the first few punches no one moved all still too shocked. Once the shock had passed chaos broke out. Some Serpents cheered me on them too being sick of Cheryl, others shouted at me to stop. Toni of course tried to keep me from her girlfriend but the furry gave me a strength that Toni couldn’t stop. Only when Sweet Pea was able to get a hold of my arms did Cheryl avoid any further punches.

Struggling to get out of Sweet Pea’s grip I stomped on his foot making him hiss. He still wouldn’t let me go so I threw my head back hitting his nose full force bruising it badly and maybe even breaking it. Sweet Pea let out a noise of pain and loosened his grip on me.

In that moment Jughead Jones, the Serpent king and my boyfriend, walked into the Wyrm. Noticing the commotion he incredulously asked: “What the hell is going on in here?!” Seeing him made my anger subside and I hung in Sweet Pea’s arms exhausted.

After one of the bystanders told Jughead what had occurred he took me by the arm and moved with me through the door next to the bar and into the small storage room, one of the few somewhat private rooms in the building.

“Here come sit down”, the black haired boy pointed towards a few crates. I followed his orders. What was all that about?”, he inquired softly worry in his eyes. “I... I...”, I tried to get out but was hindered by violent sobs. I wrapped my arms around myself and the tears started to fall from my eyes. “Hey... hey... shh... everything will be just fine”, Jughead comforted me wrapping his strong arms around me and patting my back. For a few minutes that was how we stayed, his arms wrapped around me pressing me to his chest, my head buried in the crook of his neck crying onto his iconic S-t shirt.

After calming down a little I finally looked up at him again and started explaining only interrupted by a few quiet sobs and sniffles. Jughead was listening attentively.

“It’s just that... I’ve been a Serpent for a long time and... now Cheryl just marches in like she... owns the place and it feels like she is pushing me out... and she is just a stone cold bitch who thinks she is better than everyone especially...  me. She’s constantly criticizing me whether it’s my hair or my choice of shoes that day – there is always something. And I just couldn’t take it any more. Her words just hurt really badly. I’m so so sorry that I started that fight. I know I shouldn’t have done it.”

Jughead gave me another hug and I was finally calm again. “It’s OK. All of us do things like that.” He sat down next to me on another stack of crates and took my somewhat bruised hand into his. “You know what, just ignore her. I know it’s hard to do so. She is sometimes quite annoying. And you don’t have to worry about her pushing you out that will never happen. All of the Serpents, everyone of us, knows that Cheryl is nothing compared to you. She just likes to make a show out of everything which isn’t necessarily a good thing. I can’t just kick her out because she’s a bitch”, he ended with a grin.

After a moment of content silence he continued with a smile: “Please don’t do that again, I have enough trouble with one hot head.” Thinking of some of the past actions by Sweet Pea the two of us had to chuckle.

Caressing my cheek Jughead then added: “And I would never let anyone push you out, after all you’re my Queen.” He leaned in and kissed me.

Scot in shining armour ~ Jamie Fraser x reader

Picture not mine

Word count: 1,772

Warnings: sexual assault, (attempted) rape

A/N: The title derives from the saying ‘Knight in shining armour’.

The sounds of my steps were thrown back and forth as I was quickly walking through the old stone corridors of the grand Castle Leoch. When I passed one of the narrow, slitted windows I saw the dark night sky littered with bright stars, noticing it was late at night. I shortly paused in my steps admiring the astounding constellations. Soon the Northern Lights would be visible again.

The chatter that quietly rang from the great hall released me out of my trance reminding me of why I was running through the keep of Leoch. Being a servant and an assistant to the lovely Mrs. Fitz was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. I was born the daughter of a poor farmer and his wife but when the English came to our home a few months ago I was the only one to survive the Redcoat raid brought along by Black Jack Randall. Luckily I was picked up by Dougal and his men. Now after weeks and weeks had gone by I felt like the rough red haired warriors were part of my family.

Carrying on on the way to the kitchens to fetch another pitcher of ale I heard new voices, closer now. They were coming from somewhere up ahead. It was unusual that people would stray this early into the feast from the great hall. Rounding the next corner I stopped dead in my tracks. There in front of me were two clansmen that I didn’t recognize clad in the plaid kilts leaning against the wall. When they saw me they smiled at each other and leisurely pushed themselves off of the cold stone walls. They were clearly drunk.

I immediately backed up knowing I had no chance against the two burly men. Mrs. Fitz always warned us about these situations and we girls always listened to her knowing words and scurried off into our chambers as soon as she told us to. But usually these situations would only be dangerously possible later in the night around the stroke of midnight when hardly any alcohol was left.

I took another step backwards and... bumped into something. Not the wall. It was softer and warmer. I froze in my step knowing that it was the chest of an ally of the men I was hoping to get away from. I didn’t know what to do. The highlander began to chuckle and said: “What do we have here?” He set his big hands on my waist as one of his companions replied: “We found ourselves a little entertainment.” I was scared out of my mind. The only thought running through my head was ‘No way out’, over and over.

The warm hands, separated from my body and virtue only through a few layers of fabric, started moving and roaming my body. Down to my hips.  Up to my chest. The eyes of the other two men following eagerly what they did. Then suddenly the rough hand was dipped down the valley of my breasts. This freed me of my shock. Screaming I pushed myself away from him. The clansman grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back.

Right at that moment a figure appeared behind the two other assaulters. When he stepped into the light coming in from one of the windows I recognized it to be young Jaime the nephew of the laird. Over the last few months I had started to develop feelings for the good looking lad. Always too scared to act on it I never had exchanged more than a few simple words with him. “Well, well, well, what’s going on here?”, he said shaking his head in mock-disappointment, before he punched the henchman standing the closest to him in the face, knocking him out cold.

After taking out the second man Jamie turned towards me. I was still struggling in the grip of my attacker. Now having bigger problems than holding me tight the Scot behind me let go of me and faced the red haired opponent. The last man didn’t stand long either and the sheer strength of the unusually tall lad brought him down. After all of the three men lay unconscious on the floor Jaime turned around to me.

“Are ye alright?”, he inquired in his amazingly soothing voice. Blushing madly I lowered my head and rushed off embarrassed, not able to face him in a moment when he looked so gorgeous – hair lightly tousled, breathing heavily.

~time skip~

It was late one night after the feast of the Oath taking. All the men from around the clans lands had come to celebrate and swear allegiance and fealty to Colum. More or less all of them were now drunk and unconscious, probably lying somewhere on the floor not having made it to their chambers. All of the maids and women were already in their rooms.

I was still in the kitchens finishing cleaning the dishes. There were stacks and stacks of dirty dishes. I wanted to finish them before I went to bed. If I would leave them I knew Mrs. Fitz, who always got up before the sun rose and before any of us servants left our rooms, would then clean the dishes. I didn’t want to leave that work to her as well. She always did so much for us.

Reaching for some dirty plates I froze hearing some noise out in the hallway to the kitchen. Quickly I set down the tableware in the sink. Becoming more nervous my hand inched towards a kitchen knife that lay close by. I cautiously turned towards the door when the noise started to sound like footsteps that came closer to the door. Tightening my fingers around the handle of the blade I waited.

Suddenly the wooden door swung open. At first I only saw the tartan of the MacKenzie kilts and the for the close family members of Colum and Dougal characteristic red locks. After deciphering the mess of fabric, hair and limbs that came stumbled in I noticed it was my saviour, Jamie. I released a breath I didn’t even notice I was holding. When Jamie noticed me standing in the empty kitchen, he was surprised as he didn’t expect to meet anyone here. I quietly put my makeshift weapon down without the young Scot noticing it.

“What are you doin’ ‘ere?”, he asked me surprised. “I could ask you the same.” “Well”, he walked over to the table. “I was in the stables and missed dinner”, he explained while scanning the wooden table for something to eat.

“Wait here. I can get ye some of the food that is left.” I quickly hurried off, collecting some bannock and meat on a clean plate. Bringing it back to him I told the handsome lad why I wasn’t yet in my chambers.

“So, how come you missed the feast? None of the other men would ever miss these celebrations”, I wondered aloud when turning back to the sink. Jamie sat down on a stool only a few feet away from me. In between bites he clarified his situation with being the possible heir for Colum and how it was better for him to avoid the difficult decision of what to do by staying with the horses and out of the sight of the chieftain and war-chieftain.

The two of us kept talking about this and that. Right when I was finished doing the dishes and had started tidying them up, Jamie asked me: “So, where do ye come from originally? Ye arena a MacKenzie and I havena seen you around for long?” “No, I’m no MacKenzie. I came to Leoch only a few months ago”, I began telling the lad.

When I came to the part about Dougal finding me I walked over to the self with all the glasses on it. It was higher up than I expected. Standing up on my tiptoes I tried to set the fine wine glass that I was holding next to its brothers and sisters.

As I couldn’t reach I tried to push it up onto the wooden board with my fingertips. Slipping from my grip the filigree glass started falling. I tried to catch but it was out of my reach. If anyone would notice that one of the wine glasses was missing I would be in so much trouble, it was one of the fancy and expensive ones.

Suddenly Jamie’s big hand wrapped it’s fingers around the falling object. While I was starting to panic hadn’t even become aware of the man, in who’s company I was, moving. Now I was more than aware of him standing right behind me, his chest pressed to my back. I held my breath. I never had been in an awkward situation like this. Jamie set the glass down next to my fingers that were nervously holding onto the wooden counter in front of me.

As I turned around I quietly said: “Thank you”, looking at his chest that was right at eye level. I looked up and was met with the Scot's bright blue eyes. He carefully laid his hands on my upper arms. Leaning down a little towards me he inquired: “Why did you run away when we met in the corridors a few days ago? Was it something I did or said? Did I insult you in any way?”

At that question I dropped my eyes to the floor embarrassed. “I...I...I” When I looked up I only saw sincere wonder in his eyes. I rested my small hands on his muscular chest. “I was embarrassed and looked so handsome with your hair all messed up”,I admitted.

That was when Jamie gently caressed my cheek. “You think I’m good looking?” “Yes.”

My counterpart started to slowly lean in and I closed my eyes. Only a second later the lips that I was dreaming of since I met him connected with mine. They were warm and soft unlike I expected them to be. At first the kiss started out hesitant and lovingly but as I was kissing back Jamie became more sure of him self.

As the kiss became more demanding his hands wandered over my body. My own hands moved from his chest to around his neck. Suddenly he picked me up and carried me over to one of the tables. Without breaking the kiss Jamie pushed the pans and baskets full of things away and set me down. His hands moved to my hair as we carried on kissing.

Would it be alright if I sent you some Grimm ideas? I've only gotten through the first two seasons so far, but I think I have a few ideas. -&

Sure! I would love to hear them, but it might take a while ‘til I get around to writing them.

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

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

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.