Like Kids Again (Jughead x Reader)
Imagine: When he finally started to believe in his father, Jughead was let down yet again. Broken, he seeks out the person he’s always sought out for comfort.
A/N: I switched it a bit so Jughead found the Reader… hope that’s okay!
As toddlers, Carson, or Car-Car, the other kids called him as they could not yet enunciate the s sound, took Jughead’s Superman action figure. The brand new action figure his dad had bought him for his birthday that past week.
He’d pretended everything was fine at first, playing with you as normal. When you asked about his birthday he burst into tears. You socked little Carson in the mouth, and Jughead got back his action figure with a smile.
Ever since then, you were there for Jughead.
Even after Jughead’s family had earned enough money to move to the Northside and he had transferred elementary schools, you were the person Jughead vented to about everything. Archie’s wishy-washy personality, the disapproving teachers, the mean students. Every night Jughead stayed up late in Pop’s Diner, alternating between plugging away at his novel and instant messaging you.
When Jughead started mentioned Betty more and more, and eventually stopped messaging you all together, you understood what had happened. Jughead chose his north side girl. You doubted you’d hear from him ever again.
A banging on the screen door startled you. Your dad was at the White Wyrm, your mom God knows where. Grabbing a baseball bat from your closet, you kept it at the ready. Peeking around the corner, you saw none other than Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, known to most as–
“…Jughead?“ You whispered. Putting down the bat, you opened the door.