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riverdalewritings · 7 years

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Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” my older brother’s voice rang out from our foyer. I knew that there were siblings who never got along, but Archie and I were best friends. Thankfully, I was friends with all of his friends too, and everyone got along great. Well, except one, that is. Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, or as our friends stupidly called him, Jughead. I don’t know why he and I didn’t get along. Archie told me once that it was due to him and I being too similar, meaning sarcastic and tough. That much was true, but I hated being compared to Jughead.

I walked out into our foyer, excited to see everyone. Archie was usually always late from school, either because of music or football practice, and Betty and Ronnie were always at cheerleading, so it wasn’t often that I got to hang out with them. When I turned the corner, I was met with Betty’s smiling face, and Archie, holding bags of food from Pop’s.

“(Y/N)!” Betty opened her arms and I went to hug her. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve hung out.”

“Pfft, we saw her five days ago,” Veronica answered with a roll of her eyes, but when Betty pulled away, she smiled. “My turn.” She hugged me too, her cape that I loved enveloping my shoulders.

When we had finished our greetings, I made a move to say hi to Archie, but to my horror, I made eye contact with none other than Jughead. He was hanging behind Archie, uncomfortable. Archie, bless him, had been trying to get us to like each other for years, but it had never worked.

Archie nudged Jughead’s shoulder, obviously so Jughead would say hi to me, and, in his way, he did.

“Sophomore,” he bit out, like the word was poisoned.

“Forsythe,” I shot back, my eyebrow arched. He rolled his eyes and looked at the ground.

“Um..” Betty tried to cut through the tension, but didn’t know what else to say. She looked at Archie, wide eyed, and shrugged.

“We’re going to hang out, (Y/N), if you want to join us. I got food,” Archie said, trying his best to be the mediator. He glanced at Jughead, who, eyes still on the ground, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Yeah, yeah. I will! Definitely.” I smiled, trying to reassure my brother, but I heard Jughead sigh. Archie rolled his eyes and shook his head, and started leading everyone up to his room, me behind him, followed by Veronica and Betty, and of course, Jughead, lastly, as usual.

When we got settled, Ronnie and I at the head of Archie’s bed, Betty sat in the middle, and Archie and Jughead on chairs, the food was passed around. I immediately grabbed for the fries, everyone knowing they were my weakness. Of course, Jughead took most of the food, which I was pretty sure was the only thing he liked.

We talked about school and our classes, and how Archie’s music was going. He was working on some new stuff, and was meeting with Josie in a few days to go over it, and promised to share it with us soon. But, of course, the conversation soon turned to the Blossom’s, and Jason’s murder that had rocked our small little town. It still scared me a little, but I would never show it. It was a touchy subject, especially with Betty, but she wanted to know how Jughead’s book was going. His stupid book, which was all he could talk about.

“It’s going well,” he responded, eyebrows knit together like he was really thinking hard. “You know, uncovering the truths from all the phonies in this town is the best part.” When he said that, I literally laughed out loud.

“Ok, Holden Caulfield,” I said, rolling my eyes. He was so dramatic.

“Oh, like you could do better,” he snapped.

“Yeah, Jones, I probably could,” was my rebuttal, amongst the sighs from Betty, Ronnie, and Archie. They hated when Jughead and I fought, but it always happened. I felt bad for them, but Jughead got on my nerves constantly. He was saying something now, too, but I decided to tune him out, in favor of finishing my french fries. Just to get more on his nerves, I decided to pretend after his spiel that I really hadn’t heard him at all.

When he finished, I looked back to him and said, “Hm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over my eternal hope that you would shut up.” He was going to say something back, but it was then that Archie stood up, clearly having enough.

“That’s it, guys, I’m serious. You’re both my friends, and this has gone on for way too long. You both act ridiculous, and there isn’t even a reason you two should hate each other in the first place. Betty, Ronnie, and I are leaving you guys here until you make up and become civil to each other, and I don’t care if it takes all night. We’re all so sick of you arguing. So, what do you say? Can you do that for me, please?” Archie look towards me, clearly exasperated, and I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stand being within 50 feet of Jughead. How was I supposed to take being in the same room alone with him?

“(Y/N)?” Archie urged, eyes pleading. I sighed.

“I’m sorry Arch, but to quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line 92, ‘no’.” I punctuated the word “no” and looked right at Jughead when I said it. He was looking at me, and when I gave my answer, he clenched his jaw and looked away. I got up off the bed to leave, but Archie stood in front of me.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I don’t see any other way we can get passed this. Come on Bets, Ronnie. We can watch TV downstairs.” Betty and Veronica both looked at me and smiled, but I could tell it was out of sympathy. I couldn’t believe this. My best friends leaving me in a room, alone, with Jughead. I don’t know if I’d ever forgive them.

They all walked out and Archie shut the door lightly. Jughead paced his room, not looking at me, and I settled back on Archie’s bed, sighing as I did.

“Well, Forsythe, looks like we’re in for a long night.”

“Which is exactly the opposite of what I ever wanted with you.” He didn’t stop pacing, arms crossed in front of him.

I decided to let that one go, because, truly, I did feel bad for Archie. It honestly had to be terrible for him, to see his best friend and his sister go at it week after week. Maybe, maybe, there would be some way I could start to hate Jughead less.

“Listen,” I said, after a few moments of silence. “I’m only doing this for Archie’s benefit, ok? I feel bad for him, and maybe we are ridiculous. I never want to be friends with you, but maybe we can find some common ground, so we can stop fighting like cats and dogs.”

Jughead sighed, but stopped his pacing and sat back down on his chair, backwards. After a few seconds passed, he looked at me. “What do you suggest?”

“Maybe.. I don’t know. Maybe we could list things we don’t hate about each other,” I threw out, saying the first thing that came to mind. Jughead just looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well? Go ahead,” he said, gesturing with his hand, after another few seconds passed.

“Wait, why do I have to go first? The gentlemanly thing to do would be for you to go first, Jones.”

“No one ever said I was a gentleman.”

“Well, you got me there” I retorted, before going silent again. I thought for a few moments, on what I could possibly say about Jughead that wasn’t mean. The only thing that came to mind was, “I like your hat, I guess.”

“You, what? Say again?” I sighed, because he had obviously heard me.

“I LIKE YOUR HAT,” I said louder, “even if it does make you look like Goober Pyle from The Andy Griffith Show..”

“Gee, thanks so much. Uh..god. Let’s see. You don’t have the worst fashion sense I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re too kind,” I deadpanned. But, if truth be told, I was kind of enjoying this. It was, almost nice, to talk to Jughead, instead of yelling at him.. We traded a few more “compliments” until it was his turn again, and all I can say is that he hit me with a bombshell.

“I guess, some people could say, in the right light, you’re,” he sighed, “..attractive.” He looked at me, expectantly, curiously, before cutting in again. “Well? You could say I’m attractive.”

“You are, attractive,” and, wait, what? I hadn’t meant to say that. I hadn’t ever meant to admit that. Yes, ok, maybe deep down, deep, deep down, I had some feelings for Jughead, but annoyance was what I always felt the most. But, now, I wasn’t too sure..

We both stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. The tension in the room was thick, palpable, and we both let it sit there, simmering, until Jughead got up, walked over, and sat on the bed next to me. He looked down at the floor, at his feet, and twisted his hands together. He sighed, seemingly collecting himself, before he spoke again.

“Listen, I don’t know how this, thing, started between us. When I first met you, I just thought of you as Archie’s little sister.” I gave out a huff at that, which caused Jughead to turn and look at me.

“No, listen,” he started again. “You were Archie’s little sister, you know? And then, I don’t know. Somewhere along the way, I guess I started having feelings for you. I’ve never had feelings for anyone, ok? And it scared me, because, of all people, I started liking my best friend’s sister. And it felt wrong, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just started lashing out at you, which you gave right back to me, and it dissolved into this. So, I guess this is me, apologizing, and telling you that, I...like you.” He looked into my eyes, but I was too dumbfounded to answer. I could see worry flash across his face, and he tore his gaze away from me.

“Aaaaand this is me leaving.” He made a move to get up, but my hand shot out to grab his arm and pull him back down.

“Jug,” I started, but never finished. I didn’t know what to say. Everything he had just admitted was exactly what I had felt, too, and it took him saying it for me to realize. I stared into his eyes, searching, and, at a loss, I leaned in.

Only once had I ever dreamed of kissing Jughead. It was two summer’s ago, when all of us were hanging out and swimming at a friend of Archie’s pool, and someone said something that had made Jughead laugh. I had never seen him look carefree before, and for a split moment, I thought about how beautiful he had looked, all his stress forgotten. But I pushed that feeling down, away, because we hated, or, I thought we hated each other, and that was how it was supposed to be.

I never knew his lips would be this soft, or that he could be this gentle, letting me lead the way, to not step over any boundaries. I moved my arm up his chest to his neck, bringing him closer, relishing the way we moved together, so in sync. He moved his hands to the small of my back and shifted, getting closer. We got so caught up in the moment that we didn’t hear the door creak open, until it was too late.

“What the hell?”

Jughead whipped around, frightened at Archie’s voice. “Um..” was the only thing he could muster.

“We’re um..” I said, trying to talk my way out of the situation. “You said you wanted us to get along so..”

“Uh, yeah! Get along, as friends! Not make out on my BED!” Archie gestured towards us frantically, and his yelling brought Betty and Veronica up to his room, too.

“Oh my god, they were making out?! This is amazing! Move.” Veronica burst into Archie’s room, towing Betty along with her, who had her eyes cast down to the floor. They made their way over to me, and Ronnie grasped my hand and yanked me up.

“You can talk to her later, lover boy,” she said to Jughead, “but girl, right now, you’re coming with me.” She yanked both Betty and I out of the room, and dragged me into mine, leaving Archie and Jughead alone.

Jughead walked over to Archie, and could only muster “sorry”. After a few seconds, Archie’s expression softened, dissolving into a smile. He threw his arm around Jughead’s shoulder, and said, with a shake of his head, “Dude, I knew it.”

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