Truth or Dare? (jugheadxreader)

Better Than Okay

It was Friday night again. This time you were by yourself. Your parents were staying out of town for a few nights and wouldn't be back until Sunday. You pulled on your favorite pajamas and snuggled up in front of Netflix. It was raining outside and you listened to the pitter-patter of the drops on your roof as you scrolled through the menu. What to watch? You were deciding between options when your phone buzzed.

Jughead: Hey, where are you?
Y/N: Home, why?
Jughead: Archie just ditched me.
Jughead: Can I come over?
Y/N: I'll make extra popcorn
Jughead: Thanks
Y/N: Np

You stood up to grab a brown popcorn bag. Glancing at the microwave's clock, you saw it was just before 10 o'clock. Jughead has been over to your house before, but usually not this late.
I wonder why Archie left him, you thought absently as you shoved the bag in and set the time. It didn't sound like Archie to abandon his friends. You picked a movie on Netflix and dumped the popcorn into a giant metal bowl, placing it precariously on the couch.

The doorbell rang 5 minutes later and you opened it to find Jughead standing sheepishly in your doorstep, soaked.
"Oh my god!" You had forgotten it was raining. You moved to the side and ushered him in.
Throwing a towel at him, you pointed to the couch.
"I picked a movie, but you can change it if you want. I'm gonna get more blankets."
"Thanks," he said and moved to sit on the couch.
"And take that sweatshirt off, it's soaking. You're gonna get hypothermia."
He laughed.

When you returned from your search for blankets, arms filled with bounty, your jaw almost hit the floor. Jughead was sitting on the towel he had put on the couch. His sweatshirt was gone and his wet shirt clung to his chest. Something else was different. His hat was gone. Dark curls glistened with raindrops. He glanced at you.
"You coming?"
Soon you two were cozy under an avalanche of blankets, popcorn in hand.
"You didn't change the movie?" you asked.
"It's one of my favorites," he replied nonchalantly. You smiled and pressed play.

The end credits rolled.
"Hey, thanks for letting me stay here."
"You can stop thanking me. That's what friends do," you responded.
"Still."
"It's not a problem. I like hanging out with you." He didn't respond, but you saw the shadow of a smile cross his lips.
"Archie's kind of an asshole for ditching you."
"It's fine, he was helping Veronica with something important."
"Still," you said.
"It's not a problem. I like hanging out with you," he echoed softly. You rolled your eyes jokingly but stopped when you saw him staring at you. The closing music of the movie was still playing.
"If I say something, will you promise you won't hate me?" he said, still looking into your eyes.
"Juggie, I would never hate you," you responded, suddenly concerned.
"You say that now." You couldn't tell if that sarcasm.
"What did you do, kill someone?" you joked, then turned serious, "Wait, did you actually kill someone?" He smiled half-heartedly.
"No, it's nothing like that. It's just..." he trailed off.
"What?" you pressed.
"I like you Y/N."—he winced at how corny he sounded—"I mean, as more than a friend. I'm sorry if that's weir–"
You kissed him. Before you even knew what you were doing, before you could think a single coherent thought, you kissed him.
He stiffened at first, surprised, only for a second. He kissed you back grabbing your waist to pull you closer, and you ran your fingers through his hair.
After what felt like a blissful eternity, he pulled back.
"You okay?" he questioned.
"Better than okay."
"I've wanted to do that for so long."
"Then let's do it again."
He laughed and pulled you back into his arms. In the background, another movie was starting, but you couldn't be bothered to care. You had Jughead Jones, and that's all you needed.