A colourful mind - Jughead Jones x reader
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Summary: You are sick of seeing in black and white so you try to find your soulmate. However it is not the one you expected.
Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Word count: 1,600+
Note: please note some words are BreE as I’ve only learned only this variation at school and I mainly use British vocab rather than American. Thank you!
A/N: okay so maybe you don’t know but I’m a bitch for some soulmate AU and I’ll read it till the end of my days. Anyway, I’ve decided to write a piece of my own concerning this AU. Hope you like it! And please let me know if you’d like part 2 :)
Almost everybody had their soulmate in this world. You could meet them when you were five of fifty years old but when you did, the world suddenly was a better place than before. The moment of meeting your soulmate was not very noticeable at first, however, after a while you started seeing in colours. And it all started with a single touch. Then, hair you brushed everyday faded to blonde or became more vivid shade of red or brown. After discovering your soulmate your world had changed, hopefully for better.
(Y/N) (L/N) had still been seeing in black and white but it didn’t bother her in a slightest. After all, her mother had told her that everything had its time and place. Therefore, (Y/N) waited patiently for her soulmate, believing that they would meet one day, when she would not expect it.
While living in California, (Y/N)’s eyesight had not changed at all. Sometimes though, she prayed for a soulmate because of one simple reason – all of her closest friends had already found their soulmates. They described to her how the grass looks or what the colours of the sunset are. These little things made (Y/N) to see for herself all the wonders of the world.
The day the whole family moved to Riverdale was a big deal to (Y/N). Even though she doubted that she would find a soulmate in such a small town, there was a slight hope of meeting new people that she hasn’t touched. New people and maybe among them, her soulmate.
After a while she became friends with two nice girls from her school, Betty and Veronica who often hung out with two boys during the lunch break but she had never bothered to come and join them. She preferred to be alone sometimes, drawing people from afar. Because of lack of ability to distinguish colours, (Y/N) only used pencils to draw. After all, people said that it is the colour she could see.
And so she drew, sitting under the big tree in the yard until one day Betty approached her and renewed her offer for (Y/N) to join the group during the lunch.
And (Y/N) did so.
Archie and Jughead, as (Y/N) got introduced to them, had one thing in common with her -both did not see colours. The only one who did, was Betty but she seemed to be upset whenever the topic was brought up, so (Y/N) made a mental note to herself to not bring it up. Like ever.
Because there were the cases when somebody were your soulmate but you weren’t theirs. These cases were rare but occurred. Nobody really knew why it was this way but that’s how the things were and it had been accepted. Nonetheless, people who had not have mutual relationship with their soulmates were pitied.
(Y/N) did not want to look at Betty through the eyes of the soulmate thing because Betty was a wonderful whole on her own. With or without a soulmate.
The other day, when the five of friends were supposed to meet at Pop’s, (Y/N) arrived earlier than she was supposed to and she saw that she was not the only one. In a booth across the diner, sat Jughead, typing furiously on his laptop. She approached him, a bit uncomfortable.
“Hi Jughead” greeted (Y/N), smiling slightly.
Jughead only nodded quickly and returned to writing. She knew that this was just the way he was, quiet, laconic. Moreover, they were not close friends, they barely spoke to each other. Being in one group of friends did not make them real friends. They simply enjoyed the silence they shared while waiting for the others to join them, (Y/N) sipping her chocolate milkshake and Jughead slowly eating his fries.
(Y/N) looked at him while he was still too focused on writing and she decided to create something of her own. She slowly took the sketchbook out of her bag and opened it on a blank page. With the several strokes she planned the pose and proportions and then she started to draw more details. Like the way Jughead’s curls escaped the beanie he always wore. Or the way his brows furrowed as he tried to focus.
(Y/N) was so focused herself on the drawing that she did not see the three of her friends approaching the table.
“Oh what is it” You could feel somebody’s hands snatching your sketchbook out of your hands, fingers slightly brushing with each other, before you could protest. “Wow, (Y/N) this is really good. It’s like we had second Jughead with us”
(Y/N) noticed how Jughead’s head turned to Archie, as he was the one who took her sketchbook. The slight crimson colour creeped her cheeks as she felt the heat rushing there.
“Archie, please give it back” she said, reaching her hand out.
Archie did give it back, again brushing their fingers and (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing it on purpose. Like he was checking if she had been his soulmate. (Y/N) shrugged it off and hid the sketchbook away from the hungry eyes of her friends.
They spent their time joking around talking happily before returning to their homes around 9 p.m. . (Y/N) laid in the bed that night, wondering if the next morning would be different for her.
But it wasn’t.
The familiar shades of black and white greeted her as soon as she opened her eyes and then she knew. Archie Andrews wasn’t her soulmate. She felt a little disappointed because after a while she quite desperately wanted to enjoy her life to the fullest and by that she meant seeing in colours.
Two months passed quickly and summer tuned to autumn with its all grace. The cold weather surprised (Y/N) one day as she hurried to the bus stop, her hands freezing.
She was already a bit late for her classes, only two minutes left and a whole building to go through. Because she was not looking where she was going, she collided with a heavy body in a school hallway. The impact made her lose her balance and the cry of surprise escaped her lips as she fell on the floor.
“Oh god, (N/Y), are you okay?” she saw
Jughead before her, offering her a hand.
She accepted it and stood up, feeling a striking pain in her calf.
“Thanks Juggie, no time, gotta go!” and as soon as she appeared, she disappeared out of his sight, running slower this time because of the pain.
During the last class (Y/N) couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying because of the horrible headache that had no intentions to go away anytime soon. She tried to relieve some of the pain by rubbing her temples but the effect was non-existent. Going home was no less pleasurable as her vision became a bit blurry as the pain came and went in a waves, sending the pulses through her whole body.
She was in no shape to meet with Betty and Veronica later at Pop’s and the thought of cancelling plant came to her mind once or twice before she texted Betty about the situation.
Her mother seemed to worry but nonetheless she didn’t say much and gave her daughter the painkiller when (Y/N) asked her.
I’m just gonna take a nap, thought (Y/N) and closed her eyes.
She woke up the next day as the alarm clock on her phone went off. She yawned and realised that the pain was gone… and something odd seemed to happen. Her vision was sharp like always but the tone of her sheets seemed different. Or maybe it was just her imagination?
With a firm shake of her head, she started dressing up. And it all went well without any complications until the first time she saw Archie that day.
He was standing with Betty and Veronica near their lockers, just chatting about the upcoming game. There was, however, something different when she looked at him. He smiled in the same way, wore the same jock jacket… all about him seemed the same and different at the same time.
“Did you do something new to your hair, Archie?” asked (Y/N), utterly confused by the weird sensation she had been feeling since she saw him.
“No, I don’t think so, I mean I might have put more hair gel than I wanted to but I guess it still looks the same. Right?” Archie started touching his hair frantically.
“I mean it seems to be a different colour-“ (Y/N) suddenly stopped talking as the realisation hit her.
She saw Archie’s hair. It was a bit different. Because she saw its colour.
(Y/N) gasped and she saw that Veronica and Betty’s eyes open wide.
“You see your first colour” stated Betty, a shock on her face. “Oh god, (Y/N). Who did you touch yesterday?”
(Y/N) thought for a bit and nobody special came through her mind as she was in too much pain to notice.
“I don’t really remember. I mean the whole day is quite a blur because of the headache I had” She shivered at the thought of the pain. “In the morning it was quite alright, I mean, I was barely on time and then run into Jughead, like literally but-“
“Wait” Veronica interrupted (Y/N) “ Did you and Jughead touch?”
“I guess so?” to be honest, (Y/N) wasn’t sure. She tried to recreate the scene.
They did indeed touch.
“We did” she whispered, a look of disbelief on her face.
Was Jughead her soulmate? Was it mutual? Or maybe he was not her soulmate?
“Speaking of Jughead, I haven’t seen him yet” Archie’s voice pulled (Y/N) out of the trance.
Veronica and Betty exchanged knowing look before speaking to (Y/N)
“You need to talk to him” Started Betty, and Veronica joined in.
“Now” They said in unison.