[Riverdale] Jughead Angst/Fluff Oneshot(s)

Identity Crisis (??)

Jughead stared at picture on his phone. He didn't feel different than he normally did while looking at photos of objectively attractive people.

"Why?" he mumbled out loud. He closed the app and put his phone on the counter. He tried to ignore the oncoming identity crisis. Why did this always happen?

He opened the fridge to look for something to eat. He knew that he shouldn't be using eating as a way to distract himself or as a coping mechanism but he didn't want to think about himself.

He hated the feeling that maybe he was faking his entire identity. 

He always used asexual aromantic as a label because it was really how he felt. He didn't experience romantic or sexual attraction to any person but because he had never experienced that kind of attraction, he was sure that he wouldn't realize it. 

It was a weird phenomenon. And he hated every second. Anytime he saw anyone he found aesthetically attractive, he felt conflicted. In the end, he always came to the conclusion that he was being silly.

He also figured that if he thought he was faking his identity, he probably wasn't. 

"It's fine."

It was all going to be fine. He just needed a minute (or a couple days) to completely rethink who he is.

It was always the same when he realized how lonely he felt. Some days he wished that he would somehow get a romantic partner. 

It never took him long to realize that his friends were clearly enough company, even if Betty and Veronica were both lowkey in love with each other and Archie. 

He felt like a fourth wheel. It wasn't that bad but it was still kinda weird. 

Jughead poured himself a glass of water and sit on the floor. It was time for him to stare at the kitchen cabinets while thinking about this.