Riverdale Imagines

Trust Me, I've Got You (Jughead Jones)

(Hello sweet-peas! This is my first imagine, and it is my own, aka not requested. I figured I should write something for you guys in order to present you with my writing style, and see if there were any changes that needed to be made. I ask that you not judge too harshly, but constructive criticism is always welcomed here! Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy! Oh, and by the way, I picked Jughead for my first imagine because I am literally Jughead trash.)

Summary: You had been asking Jughead for awhile about his family, but he seemed to keep it all a secret. However, after one thought out plan, and a late night at Pop's you decided to follow him home to come to a shocking discovery.

     You slammed your locker door in a bit of a frustrated way, seeing as how it had been a long day, and your best friend, Jughead, was not being of any help. Usually on days like these you turned to him for all the comfort you needed. Yes, Jughead was a rather sarcastic jerk to those who were not in his immediate friend circle, even though he could be to them as well, but he was never that way with you. He of course had spent vast amounts of hours at your home, but any time you even slightly mentioned his, he'd would turn cold and close off all means of conversation. You had no idea why, seeing as Jughead trusted you with everything, and anything.

     "(Y/N), what's wrong?" You heard a familiar voice from behind you, and you turned to see the ginger stallion that all the girls were fawning over this year.

     "Nothing, Arch, just some issues with Juggy." You didn't want to be pressed on this issue. Seeing as how out-going Archie was, he would probably tell Jughead to man up and face his issues with you.

     "Well, you know you two will work it, you always do. He's been going through stuff he's hiding from us all, so take it a little easy." Archie commented opening his locker and shoving in some books.

     "But not with me, he always tells me everything.." You trailed off lost in your thoughts, concerned as to wether Jughead could be upset with you.

     "Swing by Pop's tonight, and talk it out with him (Y/N), you can get through to him." Archie gave you a pat on the shoulder before closing his locker and walking towards the exit of school.

Maybe that is a good idea, to try and talk it out. However, you've tried this tactic for several weeks now, and to no avail, gotten nowhere. So, this is when you hatched your brilliant plan.

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You pushed open the glass door, and walked into the neon-lit diner. You smiled to yourself as the smell of burgers and milkshakes wafted around you. You waved at Pop's before looking down the narrow, row of booths scanning for the grey toboggan popping up behind the light of a computer screen. As soon as you saw Jughead you couldn't stop your heart from doing a small flip in your chest. You walked over to the booth he had claimed for the night with his notes spread everywhere, and half-eaten burger placed next to him. You plopped yourself down across from him and smiled, waiting for him to finish the sentence he as currently typing.

     "(Y/N)! What made you stop by? I thought you'd be out with Roni and Betty on a Friday night." He commented, shock evident in his voice, but contentment as well.

     "Well, I just missed my Juggy so I wanted to come spend some time with you." You smiled and took one of his fries out of his burger basket, popping it into your mouth.

He smiled watching you eat a few more of his fries before saving his current writing, and closing his laptop. He pushed his shake towards you, knowing how much you liked to dip your fries in them. You gave him a soft smile, appreciating the fact that someone remembered the little things about you. This made you feel less guilty about your plan. Knowing that Jughead was facing something rough alone killed you, so you decided to take it upon yourself to find out what it was since he wouldn't admit he needed help. For the next hour or so, you talked about the simple things: school, friends, and of course the mystery murderer. However, the night was drawing to a close and you knew it was time to take matters into your own hands.