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Hidden / Jughead Jones x Reader

HIDDEN / JUGHEAD JONES X READER Word Count: 1675 Warnings: Profanity, mention of drug abuse. PROMPT: The reader (fem) is Cheryl’s younger sister. She is also Jughead’s secret girlfriend. They keep it private in fear of Cheryl and her parents’ reactions, but one day Cheryl catches them. (Request)

You ran through Eversgreen Forest, your boyfriend Jughead in hot pursuit behind you. You screamed as you looked behind your back and realised how close he really was, causing you both to laugh and pick up pace.

Sooner than you would have liked, you reached the bank of Sweetwater River and instantly screeched to a halt so as not to plunge yourself straight into the water. Jughead crashed right into you, almost knocking you in himself, but he caught you at the last moment and spun you around to be staring into his brilliant blue eyes.

“Looks like I’ve caught you.” he grinned, pulling you further from the river’s edge and onto the stable land.

“Looks like you have. But it’s okay. You’re not as bad as I thought.” you teased him.

“Whatever Blossom,” he laughed and sat down next to one of the trees, beckoning you to sit next to him.

“Blossom? Okay, Jones.” you kicked some of the dirt away from the area of forest undergrowth next to Jughead and lowered yourself down.

“You can’t get your pretty little Vixen outfit dirty can you?” he chaffed.

“Shut up.”

“You know I love you really.” he put his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You leaned on his shoulder and watched the river water flow by, the peaceful tranquillity of the situation bringing you immense comfort.

Both of you spoke to each other, joked and had just a genuinely good time in each other’s presence. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. It was in Riverdale High’s library when you met Jughead. Being in the year below him, you shared no classes but the pair of you did share this one free period on a Tuesday morning.

You would spend each of these periods in the library studying and catching up on homework. Occasionally Jughead would be in there too, sitting at the same table in the corner, typing something up on his laptop with a to-go drink from Pop’s by his side.

One day, however, he broke this pattern. As you highlighted keywords for an upcoming history test, you heard the chair on the opposite side of the table scrape against the floor. You looked up and saw Jughead sitting across from you.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. You flashed a brief look at his usual corner table, assuming it had been taken by one of the other students. It hadn’t.

Nonetheless, you accepted and he stayed in his seat, pulling out an actual textbook and not his laptop you were so used to seeing him on. The mutual studying stopped soon after it started and conversation broke out between you two.

The period ended and he left for his next class, leaving you in the library smiling to yourself. Despite the fact you had just met him, there was something about Jughead Jones that you loved. So you decided to ask your older sister in his year about him.

Bad idea.

“Jughead Jones?” she scowled at the mention of his name, “That hobo? He’s really weird and he comes from the Southside, ew. Why?”

“No reason, I just heard his name today, that’s all...”

Your family’s views of the Southside and its residents didn’t change your opinion on Jughead. When next Tuesday rolled around, you eagerly dashed to the library in hopes that Jughead would be joining you again. That’s where you found him already sitting at the table with not only his Pop’s drink but one sitting across from him in your seat too.

“You got me this?” you asked when you reached the table.

“Yeah. I didn’t know what to get you so I just got a cherry soda because you’re a Blossom,” he explained.

“More of Cheryl’s thing, but I still like it.” you giggled and sipped at the drink.

Once again the study period deteriorated into a chatting period. Things continued like this until you and Jughead decided to start meeting up outside of school.

It was a summer’s evening and you were sitting around the back of Pop’s with him when he asked you out. You accepted happily. Because of your family’s views, you decided to keep it quiet for your own safety, you could never be too sure what they would do even to their own daughter.

Which brought you to where you were now. Sitting in his arms in the forest, laughing at one of his sarcastic little jokes and then leaning in. Eyes closed. Slightly chapped lips meeting yours. Sensations of joy spreading throughout your body and knowing you could do this forever and ever but-

“Y/N?” the voice was oh so familiar and you didn’t even have to open your eyes and turn around to see who it was.

“Cheryl- I-” you began but was cut off immediately afterwards.

“Jughead Jones? Seriously? Even after what you’ve been taught about the type of criminals on the Southside? After what his father did to JJ?”

“No, Cheryl-”

“And here? The bank of Sweetwater River. Where that gang crawling with crackheads and criminals, that he’s,” she pointed a finger at Jughead, “Probably a part of snatched him snatched him up and killed him? I can’t believe you.”

With that, Cheryl turned swiftly on her heel and stormed out, disappearing behind the trees.

You wanted to run after her but something held you back. Tears welled in your eyes at the mention of Jason, Cheryl’s fury and her disapproval of your relationship.

Jughead took action immediately, “It’s okay,” he cooed, “She’ll come around.”

She’ll come around. That’s what Jughead had told you. But, no matter how much you wanted to trust his judgement, you didn’t think she was going to.

It had been weeks since the run in at Eversgreen and Cheryl still seemed furious. You sat next to your mother at the dining table, Cheryl across from you. She gave you dirty looks as you ate and at that moment something snapped.

Anger rushed through your body. Why was she giving you such a hard time? She should be happy for you. Basically your entire life she had insisted on finding you a boyfriend, but now you finally had one she was disapproving and cruel. You understood she was upset about Jason, you were too. But that was FP, not Jughead.

You didn’t want to cause a scene in front of your mother and Nana Rose so you bit back your words and rose from the table, claiming you weren’t hungry anymore and going back to your room.

About ten minutes later you heard Cheryl go into her room across from yours and took this as your chance to give a piece of your mind. You strode into the room, slamming the door shut behind you and before she could even open her mouth exploded into a rant.

“Cheryl, I want to know why you’re so pissed off at me for nothing!” she opened her mouth but you cut her off, “Don’t even begin to speak. Yours and mom’s and every other Blossom’s derogatory views of the Southside need to stop. It’s literally a side of town. Yeah, there are more criminals, but that’s because us Northsiders treat them like shit so much that they just resort to gang violence and crime instead of trying out life. Instead of helping, people like our family and that Alice Cooper and even the fucking mayor of Riverdale just keep taking shots at them even though they’re already down.”

You paused for a second but Cheryl stayed silent. You continued.

“And Jason. I loved him just as much as you did. So why am I dating Jughead? Because his father helped do what happened to Jason, not him. He had no part in it. I want you to be happy for me Cheryl, I want to be like how we used to be. But if you’re gonna keep degrading Jug then forget it because he makes me the happiest girl in Riverdale and doesn’t deserve you constantly degrading him.”

Similarly to how Cheryl did a few weeks ago, you turned around and headed back to your room, leaving Cheryl in a stunned silence.

It was a few days after your eruption at Cheryl when she came to your room.

She walked in, sat at the end of your bed and begun speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, Y/N. And- well- you’re right. Even though I never particularly liked Jughead I should at least be happy for you. Which is why I am going to give him a chance.”

You were shocked.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted and the way I've been treating you these past few weeks, Y/N. Please, forgive me.”

“I forgive you.”

And that was that. The feud was over. Finally, you felt at peace. The next few hours were spent in your room discussing all the events that had taken place in each other’s lives in the weeks that you were arguing.

When you went to sleep that night, you smiled to yourself. You finally had your sister back.

From that day on, everything improved. You could now be more public about your relationship with Jughead and even invite him over to your house without worrying about being walked in on.

Cheryl and Jughead had reached this awkward stage between strangers and friends. Although they were wary of each other still, you were happy with their friendship because it was better than you would have ever expected to happen.

Cheryl was the one to open the door when it was sharply rapped three times.

“Oh, hi Cheryl, is Y/N in?” it was Jughead, wearing his signature beanie and S shirt.

“Yeah, just wait here a sec,” she said and walked back into the house, calling up the stairs for you.

You ran down and thanked her, said goodbye and left the house, hand in hand with Jughead, excited for the date that was about to commence and happy that you didn’t need to be hidden any longer.

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