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Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is Veronica's non-identical twin sister and the reader is all geeky and nerdy and stuff thank you xx

“Is there any way I could just go to the library?”

“Umm, I’m afraid not. You’ll have to spend the remainder of class here, Y/N.”

I sighed. “Alright then.” I just handed in my pre-calculus test with a whole 32 minutes left to spare in class. While I wanted to go to the library to work on my chemistry lab report, apparently I was to be detained in class. So I took out the tiny sketchbook I kept on me and started doodling. Or, at least I wanted to. I was drawing blanks any time my pencil hovered over the blank white page.

I looked at Mr. Stewing Silently one row ahead of me, three seats to the left. He had his deep thought face on. Granted he was taking a test just like everyone else, but he also had a look that he was in serious thought almost eighty percent of the time. I was staring, yes, and before I knew it my pencil was scrawling over the thick sketch paper.

“What are we, eight years old?” I asked my sister. “Gimme my sketchbook back!”

“I can not believe you have a crush on Jughead!” She laughed, an arm outstretched to me and keeping me at bay with my sketchbook open in her other hand to one page in particular. It was a sketch I managed to draw of her friend that was in my math class. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N? You know I woulda set you guys up-”

“-Because drawing someone doesn’t mean I like them,” I claimed, crawling across my bed to finally snatch the book from her hand. “And don’t tell him about this either.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“Because I know you, Ronnie, and I know you’re gonna make a huge deal out of this! That or it’s just gonna sound really creepy when you tell him I was staring at him and drawing his face.”

“I think it’s sweet! Poetic, even-”

“-Jesus, Veronica-”

“-What? Is it wrong for me to be excited that you are finally showing interest in a guy?”

“I never said I was interested in him,” I reiterated with a head shake, now becoming frustrated that she was distracting me from getting my homework done.

“Plus it’s like the whole twintuition thing; you feel all happy and bubbly inside over a guy, I think I feel it, too-”

“-Earth to Veronica?? Are you hearing anything at all that I’m saying? Even more importantly, are you hearing yourself? I’m serious, don’t mention this to him or anyone else.”

“Not even B-”

“-No, not even Betty!”

I was at my locker staring at my schedule and refusing to acknowledge that I overbooked myself. Tutoring sessions for both Spanish and pre-calc, a meeting with my chemistry study group to trade notes for an upcoming test, and I still have to finish an art project when I got home. Sighing and shoving my planner back into my locker, I grabbed my lunch and closed the metal door only to be presently surprised to see my twin sister there. With guests.

“Holy- Please, don’t scare me like that!”

“Y/N, nice to see you here!”

“… You’re at my locker, Veronica.”

“Am I? Anyway, what’d you pack for lunch?”

“Uhhh, some of the… pasta salad mom made last night? And half a turkey sandwich? Why?”

“Wow, that sounds amazing. Now why didn’t I think of that?” She turned to her friends behind her, including the boy whose face was burning a hole in both my mind and my sketchbook. “She’s always thinking of things like this. This is why she is so amazing, guys.”

“Because I pack my lunch?”

“Come eat with us!” I opened my mouth to protest but she grabbed my elbow and pulled me along with her circle of friends. Betty, I was familiar with because she visited the house often. Any time her cell was to her ear, you could almost guarantee she was talking to Betty Cooper. Archie, Mr. Tall,Red and Handsome football player, was pretty hard to miss. Jughead Jones, not so much. Easy to miss, easy to forget, blended in with the background like no other.

At least that’s how everyone but me would describe him.

“Betty- Well, you already know Betty. Archie-”

“-You’re the twin sister. Nice to finally be introduced.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about you. Veronica says you’ve got some skills behind a guitar…”

“Ehh, somethin’ like that,” he responded shyly, his face threatening to burn as bright as his hair.

“You’ll have to let me hear sometime. I’ve got a real good ear.”

“According to Veronica here you’ve also got a gift with writing.” I diverted my attention to the beanie clad boy to Archie’s right, swallowing nervously at being right under his scope. “Jughead Jones. You wrote for your school paper in New York, right?”

“Uhhh, yeah. But you know, that was just a middle school paper, so…”

“What, can’t handle a high school paper? Writing about the real, important stuff?” he asked, his eyes widening mockingly at the word real.

“I thought you guys didn’t have a school paper…”

“I’m changing that,” Betty chimed in happily. “With everything going on with Jason, all the speculation around it, I thought now’s the best time to revive the Blue & Gold.”

“I see. Well, I can show you guys a few samples of my writing if you want. If you think it’s good enough-”

“-Hi,” Veronica raised a hand and interjected with a nervous smile on her face. “I may or may not have… already shown them your writing?”

“Geez, Veronica- What articles??”

“Don’t worry, no fluff pieces were involved. Trust me, if it caught my attention I was colored impressed,” Jughead smugly stated. He bit into his burger and I rushed to drink my cranberry juice, hoping the momentary distraction would lessen the burning feeling of the spotlight on me. I couldn’t distract myself from the feeling of knowing Jughead acknowledged and even complimented my writing, however.

I cleared my throat. “I’ll have to see if I can fit it into my schedule.”

“I told them you were a busy bee, queen of extracurriculars.”

“Anything you didn’t tell them, Ron??”

“Honestly, you’re a machine, Y/N.” I chuckled, looking up at the foot of my bed where Jughead was reading an article I’d written on my laptop. “Do you ever stop for one second, take in life around you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course. For exactly one second. Then it’s back to work.”

“Yes, of course. So what is it today? Fix the nation’s budget? End world hunger? Launch your campaign for presidency?”

“That’s Monday’s schedule,” I said with a smile. “It’s the weekend and I take my weekends very seriously which mean I unwind.”

“And this is how you unwind?” he asked, tapping the top edge of my sketchbook. I was reclined against my pillows coloring a landscape drawing I did recently.

I shrugged casually. “Sometimes. Draw, write… read anatomy textbooks.”

“Of course you read anatomy textbooks,” he commented dryly with a signature eyeroll as he climbed up next to me. I held the open sketchbook to my chest. Surprisingly my drawing wasn’t something I shared with too many people and possibly was the one thing I was sensitive about. “Well c’mon, lemme see it.”

“Uhhhh-”

“-I won’t judge. Hell, if you’re as good at drawing as you are at literally everything else you do, I’m sure I’ll be looking at the next Picasso.”

“O’Keeffe, actually.”

“Oh but of course. Y/N O’Keeffe. Silly me.”

I laughed, shoving him playfully. “Shut up. Promise you won’t say anything.”

“Cross my heart.” I hesitated and stared him down, still contemplating if this was a good idea. “I promise!” he urged.

“Okay!” I sighed and paused dramatically before handing him the sketchbook. It was a very unfamiliar feeling, like handing someone my diary and giving them free reign to read what they will. He started from the beginning and slowly flipped through, carefully pouring over each page quietly. Moments went by and still not a word, not an expression his face, just absolute silence and stillness.

“Okay this is killing me. I don’t know if you’re silent because it’s really bad or because you just don’t know what to say.”

“I’m silent because you made me promise not to say anything.”

“Nothing bad!”

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “I have nothing bad to say. You already know you’re good at this, what does my opinion matter?”

“It matters to me…” I pulled the book from his hands and turned to the page I went to that one day in math class, the page Veronica found flipping through my sketchbook. “What do you have to say about this?”

I braced myself for the worst as he turned and twisted his head as he stared at his own face on that page. “When did you draw this?”

“Umm, in pre-calc. Our last test.”

“The one you finished a year early? I got a C on that test, by the way.”

“Jug…”

He sighed and looked at me. “I think I look a lot better on this paper than I do off it.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s weird? I mean, I was staring at you for a long time trying to get this right; you have a distinct glare that’s hard to capture on paper.”

“I take that as a compliment. And no, I don’t think it’s weird. I’m flattered, actually. I don’t get flattered often.”

“Well in that case…” Quickly I scribbled a signature on the bottom corner of the page and tore it from my sketchbook, handing it over to him. “Somethin’ for your fridge.”

“Oh this is much too good for the fridge,” he said, accepting the drawing. “This one is getting framed. I’ll look at it every day for inspiration, hoping someday I will look at good as this pencil drawing of myself.”

I felt my ignite and rushed to change the subject. “So, did you really get a C on that test? You should come to a study group with me or… I don’t know, if you want, I could help you out. I do math tutoring after school sometimes.”

He sighed and leaned back against my pillows. “Or, as exhilarating as that sounds, we could just go to Betty’s Valentine’s Day event.”

“Oh yeah. I said I’d go to get some coverage for the newspaper; it’s supposed to be a good time, Josie and the Pussycats are even gonna perform.”

“Right, well, I meant we go together. As in to enjoy ourselves, not to do extracurriculars.”

“Oh. O-oh! You mean like… together together. As in…”

“A date. Yes.”

So much for extinguishing the fire in my face. “Right. A date. W-With you. Me and you together.”

“Yes, that usually makes a date, two people together. Are you short-circuiting up there?” he asked, playfully tapping the top of my skull.

“No. I-I mean yes. No, I’m not having a brain short-circuit and yes, I will go with you. A little short notice seeing that the event is tonight.”

“Good thing you already have a dress, right?” he asked smugly, hopping up from my bed and pulling his coat on.

“Wait, how do you know I have a dress?”

“Because you went shopping with Veronica. Who do you think gave me the idea to ask you? Admittedly I’m a little embarrassed I didn’t think to ask you myself.” He picked up the drawing and leaned across the bed and to my surprise kissed my jaw. “See you tonight, Georgia O’Keeffe.” Once my shock dissipated I mumbled a weak “See you later” but of course he was already making his way downstairs.

When I heard the front door close I fell back on my pillows and reeled in for a moment before yelling what was really on my mind. “Veronica I’m gonna kill you!”

#request #jughead x reader

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