The Faery and the Writer
In which the reader inspires Jughead in the smallest of ways.
Request: so could I request a Jughead imagine where the reader is sUper tiny and skinny (i’m five-nothing and weigh maybe 100? idk but i’m healthy! i swear) and he just immediately was head over heels for her when he first saw her?? idkidk and it’s just like going through when they first met and she’s super shy and would rather draw or read and hes just *heart eye emoji* and then fast forward to when he tells her he likes her?? IM SORRY YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT BUT I JUST HAVENT SEEN MUCH FOR US TINY KIDS
A/N: my first request whoopie! I do apologise that it’s so bloody short but I loved this request and didn’t want to ruin it by over-doing it.
Warnings: Fluff overload
The first time he saw her was on a Tuesday evening. Pops was
bustling with people and Jughead sauntered over to his usual booth, eyes
trailing on the ground and shoulders hunched. It was only after he had slid
into his seat that he noticed her. She was sat, doodling on the pages of a
novel, pressed so far into the corner that he half expected her to disappear
within the wall. She hadn’t noticed him or maybe she had and just not felt it
necessary to acknowledge him. So he just watched her. She was tiny, like some
kind of ethereal creature – a faery perhaps. Her delicate hand reached up to
brush a strand of hair from her face and his breathe caught in his throat. She was
exquisite. He watched as (Y/E/C) eyes trailed up to meet his own and her plump
lips curved into a nervous smile. She brought her hands down into her lap, out
of his view and he imagined that they were fumbling nervously.
“Hi,” he spoke, voice echoing around him as he wondered if he had already scared her away.
“Hi,” she replied in a voice that sent shivers down his spine in the best way possible. Her eyes returned to the book and her hand began to doodle on the pages before her.
“I-I’m Jughead.” She tilted her head curiously at the mention of his name and he watched her in awe.
“I usually sit here alone.”
“Oh,” she bit her lip and looked at her lap, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She began to collect her things and shuffle out of the booth but he impulsively reached across the table to lay a hand on her silky forearm, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“Okay,” with that she returned to her position in the corner, glancing up at him and sending an appreciative smile now and then.
That was the end of their short conversation and yet he was captivated by her. He pulled out his laptop and began typing – not of a dead boy but of a strange girl that had made him feel alive.
Every night mimicked the last, they would sit opposite one and other, he would write and she would read and draw. Over the weeks, she ventured further and further away from her corner, eventually ending up with her things splayed over the table and her slender hands cradling her head as her eyes followed the words on the pages of her book or her pencil traced patterns and illustrations in the margins. They would share nothing more that hello’s and secret glances and yet he could feel himself falling for her more and more.
The first time he kissed her was on a Tuesday evening, six weeks from the first time they had met. She had left the diner and he watched as she glided through the chocklit shoppe and out of the door. He immediately missed her presence. It was an impulsive decision but Jughead leapt up and followed her. She whirled around and to face him as she heard his footsteps leaping towards her. He stopped and they both stood there in silence, gazing at each other.
“Jughead?” she asked inquisitively, her voice quiet even amongst the silence around them.
“(Y/N)…” he breathed, suddenly flustered and full of want “…I-I think you’re amazing.”
She blushed and let out a small giggle, looking straight up into his eyes through thick lashes. He closed the space between them, his tall lean body enveloping her. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, brushing her bottom lip with his calloused thumb. She closed her eyes and tilted into his touch, relishing in his presence. He leaned down and presses a tentative kiss to her lips, gently so as to keep her from breaking. His arms encircled her tiny, fragile frame, shielding her from reality and isolating the two of them. He pulled away and she craned her neck up at him, taking in his features.
“You’re wonderful too, Jughead.”