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|Jughead X reader|

Y/N dashed down the street, and finally, once she made it inside it felt such a relief to be out of the bitter cold of the night.

"Mom? Dad?" She asked into the darkness.

She brushed it off, they must be working late again. Getting into comfy pj's, which were soft pants and a tank top then plopping on the couch, she became comfortable scrolling through Netflix.

Just then there was a knock at the door, a sigh escaped her lips. Lazily she got up and walked over swigging open the door.

"Oh my god, Jughead... What happened to your face?" She asked concerned opening the door wider for him to come in.

"My dad got drunk and hit me for no reason so I left." He mumbled glancing away from her direction. "Maybe I shouldn't have come here-"

"No... No, you can stay here as long as you want," Y/N had been quick to reassure giving a smile.

They both sat on the couch, finally deciding on the movie The Host. It looked kind of scary but at the same time kind of an action movie. Sharing a blanket their bodies were then extremely close, as he was warm... Really warm, like a heater.

His beanie was now on the coffee table, as they watched the movie in comfortable silence.

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About halfway through the movie, there was another knock at the door.

"My mom probably forgot her key... Again." Y/N mumbled giving a small smile to the raven-haired man.

She walked over, unlocking the door. Only to be met by... Chuck Clayton.

"Hello, beautiful." He smirked reaching out his hand.

He grabbed Y/N by the waist quickly able to place his hand over her mouth.

"I know you have emo boy toy here because I've been watching. So when I remove my hand from your mouth... Tell him that it was just a package and that you'll be in the bathroom, or else..." He threatens.

"Hey Jughead, I'll be in the bathroom! It was only a package at the door!" She called hoping that he heard the fear in her voice.

"OK, hurry back!" He called.

I'm screwed.

"Now, show me to your room." He whispered thus she lead him up the stairs.

Quickly catching him by surprise, she turned punching him square in the nose.

It didn't seem to phase him at all. Y/N wiggled her hand as if to ease her pain.

Ow!

What is his nose made out of... Metal?

"Keep going." He growled.

Y/N nodded, speeding up her pace. Making it to her room, opening the door they were met by all her fandom and band posters.

Feeling his breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine. He was inches away so that their bodies were almost touching.

"Sit on the bed." He ordered silently shutting the door behind him.

The smirk on his face, made the fear hit her like a truck to the face.

This was it for me, I was going to get raped by Chuck.

"Please... I don't even have that nice of a body. " She pleaded recoiling away as he came closer.

"You may not be like the rest... But that's what will make this even more enjoyable." He explained looking down and starting on his belt. "I didn't plan on Emo boy being here- I'm just glad that he won't get in the way of the plan,"