A/N: So I got bored and wrote this. It’s total spur of the moment and probably terribly written so apologies. Also thank you for the great reception to Overdue!
Jughead Jones x Reader
Warnings: Fluff💕 homeless Jug. Some cursing.
Description: Reader finds out about Jughead’s living situation and fluff ensues.
“YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING WHERE?”
The poor beanie clad boy winced at the high pitched sound that just emitted from his girlfriend.
“Under the stairs at school. And the drive in.” He mumbled playing with the hem of his shirt.
You had received a text from Archie while you and Jug had been discussing his latest findings in the murder of Jason Blossom up in your bedroom.
Archie: Hey can you tell Jug that his laptop charger turned up in our room? He was freaking out this morning about it and I can’t get in touch with him.
‘Our room’? There were two logical explanations for this: Either Jughead and Archie were having an affair or he was living with Archie.
“Jesus Christ Jughead I have a fucking spare room in my house and you have been living in a janitor’s closet. Why did you not fucking tell me? I found out from Archie that my boyfriend of a year was homeless! I could have h-helped you.” The girls voice cracked in the middle of the last sentence which made Jughead look up from his shoes which he had been so enthralled with.
You were less angry with Jughead and his pride than you were with yourself for not noticing anything.
“I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I couldn’t drag you into the mess that was my living situation. I know I should have told you but I-I just couldn’t.” It’s ok though now, I’m gonna stay with Archie.“ Jughead held her small frame in his arms as he spoke.
“I understand where your coming from just, Jug, please come to me in future. I’ll do anything to help you with whatever.” You inhale his familiar scent, something forever soothing to you. This meant a lot to you, both Jughead and yourself struggled with expressing vulnerability, this occasionally caused problems but they were easily smoothed over. This pure, unadulterated emotion and love.
You both just stood there in a comforting silence for several minutes before a thought popped into your mind.
“Jug, how many decent homemade meals have you had over the last few years?” You tilted your head up to the (much) taller boy.
Food has always been an important part of your family’s life, so when you think of home, you think of a meal at the table. No matter how difficult the time, or how broke your family was: there was always a good dinner.
So naturally, when something like this happens, your first thought is to make sure everyone is well fed.
“Well if Pop’s counts as a homemade meal, then every day?” Your family absolutely adored Jughead and your mom; English teacher and literature enthusiast, was always dying to get a look at his novel. Safe to say, he spent quite a lot of time in your house.
“Right, first things first, I’m making you a decent wholesome meal. Downstairs, now.” He ate at your house sometime when he was over at dinner time, but it was different this time. You had no idea he was homeless then. Now, with him safely settled with the Andrews, you were getting him back to decent meals and not kidney beans from a tin.
Walking downstairs to the kitchen and grabbing an Italian cookbook, you started to take out the ingredients for Carbonara.
“Right, Jug. You chop the bacon and grate the parmasen.” You were actually a fairly good cook, with the ability to make several signature dishes.
After about 30 minutes Jug and yourself were sitting at your table, plating up the meal.
“You’ll make a great little housewife someday Y/N/N.” Jughead said smirking, trying to wind you up.
“Umm hmm… not where I feel my destiny lies Juggie.” You laugh smacking him over the head.
A comfortable silence descended over the both of you as you demolished the pot of pasta. When you were both done, you clear everything away and make your way to the sofa.
“Whatcha think? Juno or The Breakfast Club?” You can feel the warmth radiate off him as you lean into his chest.
“Let’s go for The Breakfast Club. Haven’t watched that in about 3 days.” He pulls you closer into him.
Just before the end of the film, as you begin to feel a little sleepy; Jug turns your face so you’re looking at him.
“Thank you Y/N. Thank you for always being there for me and understanding me. I really love you so much. No matter what, you are my home” He says as he kisses your forehead.
“I love you too Jug. Always have, always will. Wherever we end up, if we’re together: that is home. You wanna stay here tonight? We can put another film on?” You smile hopefully.
“I sure do, your choice this time.”
Pulling a blanket around you both, you both fell asleep halfway through Scott Pilgrim and when your mother let Betty and Veronica in later that night, they found you both asleep on the sofa. All tangled limbs and messy hair. Both girls whispered about how adorable the scene was, snapped a few pictures and left you both in peace, in each other’s arms.