suits 1x05

Sketch Part 2 || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Awww can you do a Sketch part 2, pretty pretty please ? <333 I absolutely love it !

A/N: I feel like this is more focused on the plot rather than the reader being an artist, but I hope it’s okay! (I was going to use the gif of Jughead in a suit from the 1x05 promo but I couldn’t find it! If anyone has it, please send it to me!)

Sketch Part 1:

Gif by @sseureki


It had been four months now since the Reggie incident with your sketchbook and you and Jughead had been hanging out constantly. Almost everyday. After school and on the weekends. After school, the two of you would walk together to Pop’s, shoulders bumping and laughing. Ordering milkshakes and fries, the two of you would get to work; Jughead working on his novel, you working on your sketches. You still drew him and even voluntarily showed him your sketches. He would always smile and compliment your talent before showing you the rough draft of his novel. You loved listening to him as he explained his theories regarding Jason Blossom’s death and everything that was going around in the town of Riverdale. Over the weeks, you noticed your feelings for Jughead started to change. It started with this realization of,

“Hey. This guy’s good-looking.”

It only went downhill from there. Soon your heart began fluttering whenever Jughead was around (which was all the time,) your palms got sweaty at the sight of him, and your heart leapt when he smiled or laughed. You were so far gone, but were torn between telling him your true feelings or not. He was your best friend, your only friend. You couldn’t lose him, but these feelings were eating you up inside. You made your decision. You had to say something.

It seemed like a blessing and curse when Principal Weatherbee announced one morning that there was going to be a spring fling dance at the high school next Saturday. On one hand, you were thrilled. You finally had an excuse to ask Jughead out. On the other hand, you now had an excuse to ask Jughead out. For the entire week, you didn’t mention the dance to your best friend, secretly hoping that he would ask you. When Saturday afternoon rolled around and you still hadn’t been asked, you sighed as you realized you were going to have to take the reins. Now you were walking to Pop’s, thinking of how to ask him. Should you just do a long confession of love? You groaned in disgust as you shook your head, trashing that idea. Blurt it out? Ask him casually? Could you even manage asking him casually? The ideas and nerves were overwhelming. Before you knew it, you were at the front door of Pop’s, opening it slowly, the bell jingling quietly. You looked around for Jughead and found him in his usual booth, his eyes glued to his laptop. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. You made your way over to him and sat in the seat opposite from him.

“Hey, Juggie.” you said casually.

“Mm.” he said in response, not looking up.

This happened sometimes. Jughead would be so immersed in his writing, only managing sounds as answers. Usually you wouldn’t mind, but today you needed to talk to him. You took another deep breath and looked down nervously.

“I was just wondering, uh, if you, um, maybe wanted to go out with me? To the dance tonight? Like a date?”

You let out a breath. There. It was out. You frowned as you realized Jughead hadn’t said anything and clacking of the computer keys hadn’t stopped. You looked up and saw Jughead typing away, not giving any sign that he heard you.

“Jug.” you stated.

“Hmm?” he asked, eyes still on the computer.

“Did you even hear me?”

“Uh… Yeah.” The typing and no eye contact continued.

“What did I say then?” You asked, crossing your arms, getting irritated.

“Uh…” he trailed off before forgetting to answer you completely, too involved in his writing.

“Seriously?” you exclaimed and it was then that Jughead finally looked up, noticing your tone changed.

“What?” he asked. What did he miss?

You scoffed as you got up from the booth.

“Never mind. Forget about it.” you said, walking towards the door. Jughead began to get up

“Whoa, Y/N, what’d I—“

“I said forget about it. I’ll see you Monday, Jughead.” you said as you walked out of Pop’s.

Jughead fell back into his seat, racking his brain for what you must’ve said. Ten minutes later, he was still going through the fragmented pieces.

Out. Out. Something with out. What else was there? There was the dan—

Jughead’s eyes popped open. The dance! You wanted to go with him to the dance! You were asking him out! He groaned as he realized what an idiot he had been. He looked at the clock. 2:43. The dance started at 6. He had to pull something together quickly. He put his laptop away as fast as he could, rushing out of the diner with his book bag.

Jughead be damned. You were going to have fun tonight with or without him. You looked down at your dress and smiled. It was a light purple and accentuated your figure quite nicely. Your white heels didn’t hurt the outfit either. You were just putting the final touches on your makeup when you heard your mom from downstairs.

“Honey! Your date’s here!”

You frowned. Date? You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned around, just as Jughead walked into your room holding a red rose, wearing a suit and still wearing his signature beanie. Your eyes widened.

“Jughead? What are you doing here?”

He smirked.

“Hello to you too, Y/N,” he said.

You didn’t answer and he sighed, putting the rose into the vase filled with daisies on your dresser.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For not listening to you today. I don’t have an excuse.”

You smiled softly, knowing you couldn’t stay mad at him.

“Thank you.” you said, accepting his apology.

Jughead smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

“So, uh, you mentioned something earlier about going out?” he asked.

You blushed and nodded, forcing yourself to keep eye contact.

The teenage boy chuckled.

“Well, I’d love to. We better get going though. The dance is gonna start soon. My lady?” he asked, holding his arm out.

You smiled widely as you crossed the room and linked your arm with his.

“Shall we?” he asked.

You nodded and the two of you descended the stairs. Your parents quickly took pictures of the both of you before sending you on your way. Jughead had driven over so the two of you got into the car, and began the short drive to the high school. The two of you were silent. You struggled to find something to say when you felt Jughead gently take your hand and intertwine it with one of his. You smiled and looked down. All was right.


A/N: How was that? Hope you enjoyed it!