Request: can i have a jughead imagine in which the reader, a river vixen, is dating jughead in secret and it slips as she defends him when reggie claims he isn’t getting laid. thank you! :)
A/N: i love jughead. so much.
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You didn’t know how to explain it. You and Jughead just matched so well for one another. By no means were you a popular kid, but you weren’t the self-induced outcast that Jughead was.
“Are you embarrassed by me?” You asked him one day after another conversation about whether or not you should tell people about relationship.
“No, Y/N. Of course I’m not embarrassed by you. If anything I think you should be embarrassed by me,” he almost whispered the last part, but you caught it.
“Juggy,” you sighed. “Why would I ever be embarrassed by you?”
“Just, you have what most people in Riverdale want,” he murmured. “You’ve got all the football friends, you’ve got a killer wardrobe, and you’ve got your grades in check. People look at you, and they think, ah, one day she’ll come back to Riverdale and raise a sweet family with a jock! Not, she’ll be starving in New York with her writer boyfriend. That’s why.”
“But you know that’s not what I want.” Shaking your head in confusion you looked up to him. “You know damn well I don’t care about any of that shit.”
“I know… but I figured maybe you’d want to wait until you’re out of high school for that to be common knowledge.” The crinkle between your eyes melted back into the rest of your face, frown slowly dissipating. “See? I know you.”
“Jug, you don’t understand,” you frowned again. “I wish I could be like you so bad.”
“But you’re scared,” he answered for you. “I get it.”
“You’re just… so comfortable with your role in Riverdale. I guess I just don’t know where I fit…” Your eyes left his, falling to your hands.
“You fit here,” he mumbled, pulling you into a hug, chin resting against your head.
The next day you were in the lounge, going over class notes with Betty to make sure you understood everything that had been covered. Jughead was leaning next to the vending machine where he was often. You caught his subtle wink, smiling and shaking your head before looking back to your notes.
Everything was normal. However, “normal” included Reggie being a complete asshole. He was talking about who killed Jason, again.
“I mean, the cops have looked right past him, but I’m still convinced it was Jughead. He’s the only one who makes sense,” Reggie theorized.
“The way you cope with death is really something special, Reggie,” you bit, surprising most people in the room. Generally you’d just let him go, but today was not one of those days.
“Whoa, who gave you a mouth, Y/N?” Reggie joked, and while you could tell he was being playful, you couldn’t help the rising anger in your gut.
“Sorry, but when you use an exceptionally lower number of your burnt out brain cells when you talk, it puts mine at risk,” you avoided his surprised eyes.
“Okay, but tell me you don’t agree?” You rolled your eyes again. “Hell, maybe it was a whole elaborate scheme. Kill Jason to leave Cheryl vulnerable, then pounce. Then maybe he’d get some ass for once.”
You audibly scoffed, his eyes falling on your surprised. “Funny Reggie. You’ve got a hell of a lot of friends, but you don’t know how to read a single one of them.” All the eyes on the room fell on you, now.
“What do you mean?” You made firm eye contact with Reggie. You watched as his face fell slack in realization. “You’re kidding.” Not a word from you. “You and… him?” He looked to Jughead, who was giving you a similar look to Reggie.
“Damn straight,” you stated firmly, grabbing your stuff and standing. Tugging Jughead along by the sleeve, you left them all behind.