The Reader and the Writer
Anon requests: Hey! Omg your Jughead series Beanies and Negotiations are fantastic and very well written, I’m new here and I’m already a fan. I was wondering if you took any requests? If you do I was wondering if you could write a jughead imagine, where reader is new to town, she’s very shy at first but is smart and witty just like Jughead. She actually hides a really dark past which is why she’s so shy, Jughead is beyond curious, trying to figure her out and help her while falling for her. smut or fluff! ^_^
Jughead imagine with reader being new to town and shy!! PS love your writing
heeeyy ^_^ could you write a jugheadxreader imagine where she’s new to riverdale and she has a huge crush on him and his smart witty comments but she’s really shy and he tries to figure her out (maybe she has a secret!) fluff or smut at the end if you write that please ^_^ your writing is amazing btw, don’t ever stop!
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: New girls can’t hide in a small town like Riverdale
Word count: 1,188
A/N: this one ends with a cliffhanger, so brace yourselves. Enjoy!
Jughead sat in his usual booth at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe, writing his story about Jason Blossom. His focus was interrupted when he heard the jingle of the bell, signaling that a new customer had arrived. He looked up and saw an unfamiliar face, which struck his curiosity. Familiar faces were an extremely rare occurrence in a town as small as Riverdale. The stranger walked up to the counter, and requested an order under the last name of (Y/L/N). Jughead narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall if that name was familiar, but his mind reached a dead end. While she waited, the new girl scanned the diner. Her eyes landed on a mysterious figured sitting in a booth near the back with nothing but a laptop and a coffee cup on his table. They made eye contact, and for a second (Y/N) considered going over to the stranger’s booth and trying to get to know them, but then the waiter brought her food and she exited the diner.
He saw her again three days later, sitting in his usual booth. There was an untouched chocolate milkshake in front of her, all of her attention focused on her book.
“Wuthering Heights?” he inquired, stepping closer towards the booth. Setting her book down, the girl looked up at Jughead. She nodded. “You’re in my booth, you know.” The girl’s eyes widened and she grabbed her book, getting ready to leave.
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she stood up.
“I didn’t say you have to leave,” Jughead explained, gesturing for her to sit back down. “I’m just warning you that I’m gonna join you.” A small smile grew on the girl’s face as she returned to her seat. “What’s your name?”
“(Y/N),” the girl answered.
“Well my name’s Jughead,” he introduced himself. “Are you new to Riverdale? I haven’t seen you around.”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “My family just moved here last week.”
“Welcome to Riverdale, (Y/N),” Jughead smiled, “a small town with some of the worst people, and some of the best burgers.”
(Y/N) began to find herself frequenting Pop’s quite often. At first, she couldn’t place her finger on the reason. The only thing she ever did there was read, eat, and occasionally talk to Jughead. Then, she realized it was the latter that kept drawing her back. She and Jughead didn’t even speak to each other too much; in fact, there were days where they would both sit at their booth, Jughead on his laptop and (Y/N)’s nose in a book, and neither would say a word the whole night.
“So what are you writing?” (Y/N) asked. It had been a month since she had met Jughead.
“A novel about Jason Blossom’s death,” he responded nonchalantly, eyes remaining on the laptop screen. He didn’t see (Y/N) tense up at the name.
Pretty soon, (Y/N) was introduced to Jughead’s other friends. It started with Betty and Veronica when they walked in one day and spotted Jughead with (Y/N).
“Jughead!” Veronica called out as she strode over to the booth, Betty right next to her. “Who is this?” She turned to face (Y/N), a smirk etched on her face. (Y/N) blushed and avoided eye contact, resorting to sticking her nose in her book.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Jughead introduced her, “(Y/N). (Y/N), this is Veronica,” he gestured to the brunette, “and that’s Betty.” He pointed at the blonde. (Y/N) peeked up from her book and waved hello, then turned back to the novel.
“Quiet, huh?” Veronica inquired, sliding into the booth next to her. “No biggie. I do enough talking for two people.”
“Sorry, what was your last name?” Betty asked, sitting down next to Jughead.
“(Y/L/N),” she answered. Betty’s eyebrows furrowed, recognizing the name, but she remained silent.
Archie was the next to meet (Y/N): he met her a week later, when Jughead wasn’t around. He entered Pop’s, and saw someone occupying Jughead’s usual booth.
“You know,” he said, approaching the booth, “that booth is my friend’s.”
“Does it have his name on it?” she retorted, raising an eyebrow. She contained her chuckles, knowing exactly who Archie was talking about.
“May as well,” Archie replied with a laugh. “See my friend, his name is Jughead, isn’t much of a people person. He chooses this booth because it’s far away enough from the entrance so that no one will approach him unless they’re specifically looking for him.”
“Sounds like a drama queen,” she commented.
“He is,” Archie chuckled. “Anyways, he’s here almost every night, so he’ll be here any minute. I’m just giving you a heads up.” As soon as Archie finished his sentence, the diner door opened and in walked Jughead. He made a beeline to his booth and sat across from (Y/N), opening his laptop and beginning to type right away.
“You two know each other?” Jughead asked, refusing to tear his eyes from his computer. (Y/N) smirked.
“Just met, actually. He was warning me about some drama queen who sits here every night. You wouldn’t happen to know who he’s talking about, would you?” (Y/N) replied sassily. Jughead lifted his gaze to meet her eyes.
“Ha ha, (Y/N), very funny,” he voice dripped with sarcasm, but his eyes twinkled. Archie confusedly looked between his friend and the stranger.
“So you know who he is?” he asked her. She smirked and nodded.
“Oh yeah. I’ve been sitting in his booth for over a month now. I’m still waiting for him to kick me out.” When she noticed Archie was still looking at her with a puzzled expression, she stuck out a hand and introduced herself, “I’m (Y/N).”
“Archie,” he responded, shaking her hand. “Damn, a whole month in the same booth with him? I don’t know how you’ve survived.” (Y/N) laughed.
“Honestly I don’t either.”
“So are you new?” Archie questioned. She nodded.
“Yeah, everyone asks me that. Is that like some small town thing, everyone knowing everyone?” she asked, and both boys nodded. “So that’s how everyone figures I’m new.”
“When’d you move here?” Archie inquired.
“July 1st.” Jughead perked up when he heard her say that. He had never thought to ask (Y/N) when she moved to Riverdale. She was here when Jason Blossom was murdered.
It was another month later when Jughead asked (Y/N) to help him with his book.
“You’re reading all the time,” he explained himself. “You’ve gotta know a thing or two about writing.”
“I really don’t,” (Y/N) shut him down, shoving her nose in Macbeth.
“Oh come on, (Y/N),” Jughead groaned. “What’s with you and my novel? Every time I even try to talk about it, you change the subject. What’s up with that?”
“Nothing, Jughead, it’s nothing,” she replied, her voice growing sharp. “I just don’t want to help with your book.” She grabbed her book and stomped out of the diner, leaving a confused Jughead behind.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he muttered to himself, minimizing his document where he wrote his story. He opened up Google and typed in her name. The results began to pop up, and Jughead scrolled through them, reading article after article. He sighed, “Oh God, (Y/N).”