Girls Who Invite Lonely Guys At Cafeterias To Sit With Them - Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader
hey, can you write a jughead jones x fem!reader imagine where the reader is archie’s younger sister (by about 1.5-2 years) and her and jug secretly date until archie catches them making out, and then drama happens, but its fluffy/cute at the end?
This is my first request, hope you like it! :)
I was sixteen, and on my way to high school. Totally normal, right? Well, social anxiety thought otherwise. Act cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I said to myself, which was probably un-cool, cool people don’t tell themselves to be cool, they just are. Thing was: I wasn’t a cool person, that’s why it still baffled me how I got Jughead Jones’ attention. Not that he was part of The Cool Kids™, but was interesting, smart, and I was none of those things. Don’t get me wrong, I was fabulous, but…
It happened at Pop’s, everything on Riverdale seemed to happen either at Sweetwater River or Pop’s. I was acknowledging the fact that I was ignoring my dad’s curfew, but I was so into my book, and my food, and totally not stalking Jughead, that I stayed there. The aforementioned boy was somebody I knew ever since we were kids, small town, everybody knew each other, but nobody seemed to really know him, with the exception of Archie, and maybe Betty Cooper. He always stood there, writing God knows what about God knows who in his computer, something changed that night, though. He was looking at me.
And, oh boy, I panicked, I dropped my fries, which was the tragic event of that night, he stretched his neck, probably wondering how a person could be that pathetic, when he stood up, and asked: “Hey, Y/N; is everything okay?”
“Yes! This is just how my life goes by, what you saw there? That’s a brief summary of how my life’s going.” I explained, talking too much and too fast.
He smiled and I almost melted. “I get it. I uh- I’ll be right there, if you need anything.” he said, pointing to his usual seat.
“Jughead, do you- do you wanna seat here?” I was impressed by my bravery, like, really, I was amazing.
“Sure.” He smiled again, and this time I did melt.
I personally do not believe on comfortable silence, but let me tell you, it was different with Jughead. Although we did talk, he asked me: “What are you reading?”
“Something about lonely guys at cafeterias and always wearing hats.” What. Was. Wrong. With. Me?
“Hum… what a coincidence. I’m writing about girls who invite lonely guys at cafeterias to sit with them.”
“And how are those girls to you?”
I have nothing else to write about what happened next. Or probably I do, but it wouldn’t make any sense. Here’s a sample: JUG AJHBASSAOHMYGOSHJSAWUY UYWIUYQYEIU. I can, nonetheless, tell you what happened when he drove me home, in his motorcycle. “Thanks for driving me home” Jughead nodded. “Are you meeting me at Pop’s tomorrow? So I can read some more?”
“Oh, don’t doubt it.” He leaned, slowly, and a little bit awkwardly, to kiss my forehead… what?, did you think we had a huge make out session? It was the first time we really got to talk! I didn’t know if I could even call it ‘date’.
“Goodbye.” I answered.
He jumped on his motorcycle and drove away. I stood there, I stood there for at least ten minutes, smiling like an idiot. Until I heard someone opening our front door. I turned around and looked at him. “Y/N, what are you doing outside?”
“Nothing, Archie, I uh… I was looking at the stars, they look amazing tonight, don’t they?” It was the worst lie ever told by anyone, but it somehow worked on Archie.
He shook his head, smiling. “Come inside, lil’ sis.” He said, putting his arm around me.
Oh yeah, I forgot. I was Archie’s little sister, my brother was Jughead’s best friend.
Back to crappy-high-school-reality, I saw Jughead and we smiled to each other, you could say… in complicity. There were more endless nights we spend together, at Pop’s. We agreed not to talk about it with Archie. Not that we were dating or anything… It wasn’t that we were ashamed of each other, but, selfishly, wanted to keep the other to ourselves. I truly believed that in a relationship, the details should belong only to the people involved. Not that we were on a relationship or anything…
He walked toward me and whispered. “Hey, million dollar baby.”
“Jug, your movie references get worst by the second.”
“What do you mean references? They are completely original!"
"Sure, karate kid.”
“First of all…” I was already rolling my eyes. “I have nothing to do with Daniel Larusso, and that’s not how you make a reference, but sure, your references are way better than mine.” We both smirked.
“Yeah, I should get it together…” I frowned. “What do you mean Daniel Larusso? I thought Karate Kid was about that boy… Will Smith’s son.”
“So you were referencing the remake!?”
“What are you guys talking about?” Somebody behind us interrupted. A redheaded boy got in the middle of Jughead and I. Great timing, Archibald!
“We were talking about redheaded boys who interrupt people’s discussions about movie references,” I answered, I was getting good at giving small hints of who I was talking about. My Twitter account should be full of drama.
Archie laughed. “No, seriously. Jughead, I need to talk to you about something.”
“I thought you were Riverdale's Jock™, and that jocks didn’t talked, they just, chest bumped or something” Jughead replied.
“On the other hand” I followed. “Archie is the Music Kid™, so he does talk about his feelings quite a lot!” I nodded. “But really, Archie; Troy Bolton and you are part of the 'My head’s on the game, but my heart’s on the song’ Squad™"
"Stop it with The ™ Thing” Archie supplicated.
“I’ll catch you with the girls, Archie” the alluded nodded, and walked away, not before staring at us as if he suspected something. That wasn’t good.
“Y/N, we’ll be at Pop’s tonight, so we can’t meet there”
“Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool”
“Wait, I… I was wondering if we could be old fashioned and cliché, and maybe watch a movie in an actual movie theater. The Drive-In would’ve been way better, though”
“I guess, it’s a date- I mean!” I blushed. “An… appointment.” I said, slowly, hoping he would correct me, and say: 'No, a date.’
Instead, he seemed uncomfortable. “An appointment it is” he put his hand in his neck and looked at me. “So… I’ll see you there.”
“Yeah.” WHAT HAD JUST HAPPEN!?. Everything was fine, and suddenly it was as if we didn’t know each other. And what did he mean appointment? I thought… maybe it was stupid of me to think that he felt something for me. He sure liked me, but for the other part… I wasn’t so confident about it anymore. Although I did say appointment first. But I was me! I said stupid things all the time, he is supposed to be the intelligent one!
Should I talk to him? I asked myself. Nah, I should do the healthy thing and keep it all to myself, hoping it will all end up exploding at my 40’s.
The movie was late, for he was meeting with Archie, Betty and Veronica earlier. He was already there when I arrived. He was a part of the picture, looking at him was like staring at the missing piece of a landscape, he was like the moon. He offered me his arm. “Milady,” Jughead said, sarcastically.
“Oh, my prince in shining armor, shall we buy the tickets, for my soul is craving the gaze of…” I read the title of the movie we were going to watch. “Mean Girls?”
“Tragically, that’s the only movie Riverdale’s theater has to offer.”
“I’m going to think about Cheryl Blossom this whole time!”
“Silly me! I thought you were going to be thinking about me.”
“Sorry, Juggie, I’m leaving you for Cheryl.”
“And my heart is aching."
"But first, shall we watch the movie?”
Wait, did I say 'leaving’? And he agreed!? I had so many questions, and the biggest one of them all was: why do I keep asking this many questions!? So I promised myself to stop asking them, and instead looking for some answers. He bought the tickets, against my will, with the promise he would let me buy the popcorn.
“That’ll be… five dollars” the cashier said. I took out my wallet at the same time that Jughead did.
“Don’t you dare.” He smirked. We both gave the cashier the bill, but he was faster than me, and put the bill inside. “Ugh!" I faked being mad, and he faked believing me. We sat at the last row, and stared at the commercials in silence. "So, how was the meeting with the Scooby Doo gang?”
“As always. Who do you think I would be?”
“In the Scooby Doo gang?” He nodded. “Well, Archie is Fred, Veronica is Daphne, Betty is Velma, and you are, without any doubt, Scooby Doo."
"Silly me again, for thinking I was Velma."
I turned to answer, but then the movie started, with its familiar Paramount Pictures intro. [This is your lunch, I put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that.]Said a man from the movie in the background."I can’t believe Jughead Jones is actually watching this movie.”
“The only drawback of taking Y/N Y/L/N on an 'appointment’.” He said, doing quotation marks with his fingers. “Even watching Mean Girls is great when you’re with me.”
I could feel his eyes staring at me, so I looked back. “What are you looking at?” I asked, even though I already knew.
“I’m looking at you.” Oh shit! I thought he was looking at the wall paper, it was sort of nice!
“Because…” his voice weakened. His eyes wondered in my lips. I, unconsciously, leaned closer. He put his hand in my neck and closed the distance between us. He kissed me, and he suddenly became everything.
My mind completely was numb, the moments after Jughead’s kisses became a blur, and everything that existed were his lips and his lips only, everything else was smoke.
“Are you okay back there?” he screamed so I could hear him through the wind.
I was resting my head against his back, hugging him from behind, in his motorcycle. “Better than ever.” I screamed back; and for once, it was true. Jughead parked in front of my house and followed me in. “So I guess… we should say goodbye.”
A groan came out of my mouth. “I don’t want to.” He smiled and kissed me softly. I played with his hair while his fingers were tracing my skin. Jughead’s once slow kisses began to speed up, his lips moving with the beat of our hearts (which, I can tell you, were fast). He pushed me against the wall and I intertwined my legs around his chest. I kissed him back roughly, almost with hunger, and he took my hands and put them, as if glued to the wall, on top of us, while he drew lines with his lips in my neck.
“The hell!”Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I eloquently thought. Jughead and I abruptly stopped to see where the voice came from. Archie. He was standing there, at the threshold, looking at us in bewilderment. “Jughead, Y/N, what’s going on?”
“Well, I think we were kissing, I don’t know what you saw, though.” Both frowned at me, although Jughead seemed a little amused, while Archie was full on Wolverine-angry.
“I’m serious, Y/N, I-”
“Archie, it’s not Y/N fault, it’s mine.” Jughead interrupted.
“It’s no one’s fault! Archie, we weren’t doing anything wrong-”
“I’m gonna go know, please, just…” my brother sighed, before leaving the room. I heard the front door being closed.
“I need to talk to him.” Jughead stated, I was about to answer but he was already outside.
“Fucking great." I whispered to myself, as I was on my way to follow them Outside of our house, Jughead ha grabbed Archie by the arm and said.
"Archie, wait! I know we shouldn’t have been-”
“For how long have you two been seeing each other?” he asked, looking at me.
“We’ve been hanging out for over three months, or so.” Jughead answered, lowering his head.
“Three months!?” Archie got closer to us. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend, and your brother!”
“Wait, so you don’t mind us… dating?”
“Of course I don’t! I just would’ve wanted you both to trust me.”
“We do trust you, Archie.” Jughead said. I wanted to tell him that today was our first kiss, but that belonged to Jughead and I only.
“Okay.” I didn’t know if hugging him was the proper thing to do, so I did. It was super uncomfortable, to be honest, but it also felt right. “I’ll leave you guys to say goodbye.” And he got into the house.
“I still don’t feel like saying goodbye.”
“I’d rather never say goodbye to you, and instead say 'good morning’." Jughead whispered like I think lovers whisper when they’re in bed. He put my hair behind my ears. "But since I can’t do that now, I guess I’ll say 'goodnight’.”
“Goodnight, Jughead.” he took a step back, and hesitated. Then he took two steps forward and kissed me.