#riverdale reader inserts

-Summary: Reader is feeling down about their appearance, Juggie is there to help.

-Word count: 839

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl @xbobaaa @flowercrown-bucky @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn @jordanisnotfunny @alittle-crazy

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, at your stomach. You looked a little bigger than you had a week ago. Your hips were the slightest bit bigger and your tummy protruded more. You frowned, you had put on weight. You were too scared to go check on the scales; the sight was easy enough to tell that you had definitely put on at least a pound. You shook your head, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Dwelling on it will only make it worse, you said to yourself.

You turned away from the mirror and grabbed your clothes that you had laid out on your bed, ready for school. It was just a normal hoodie, a shirt and some jeans. You grabbed the jeans and pulled them on, trying to ignore that they felt a little more snug than they did a week ago. You continued dressing yourself, and once you were done you heard a buzz from your phone. You saw you had got a text from your boyfriend, Jughead.

Juggie: I’m outside, hurry up xx

Then another

Juggie: Please xoxooxoxoxxox

You smiled at his behaviour and grabbed your stuff, walking downstairs and saying goodbye to your parents. You walked outside, shutting the door behind you.The sight of your boyfriend Jughead leaning against your front gate greeted you. You couldn’t help but think ‘How did I manage to get someone this attractive?’

“There’s my girl, c’mon lets go to the hell hole,” Jughead said, holding out his hand as you arrived where he was standing.

You grabbed it while laughing, “Hey Juggie, dramatic as always.”

He smirked and threw a side look at you, “You love it.”

“That I do.”

After the small banter you both fell into a comfortable silence. Usually you would be starting conversation but you just couldn’t seem to think of anything to say. The walk to school seemed to take forever. Your mind couldn’t stop picking out little things that would annoy you, how your thighs would rub together and rustle from the jeans you were wearing, how your hand looked chubby compared to Jughead’s, it wouldn’t stop. It was putting you into an irritable mood.

Unfortunately Jughead seemed to notice, “Y/N are you okay? You’re more quiet than usual.”

You blinked up at him and faked a smile quickly to reassure him, “Everything’s fine Jug, just don’t feel talkative today I guess.”

Jughead paused his walking and took hold of your other hand, he studied your face and told you sincerely, “Are you sure? You can talk to me about anything you know that, right Y/N?”

You nodded your head and smiled, hiding the guilt you were feeling, “I promise I’m okay, now c’mon we’re going to be late.”

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A couple of days passed and the miserable cloud of self-consciousness didn’t seem to budge. You kept noticing how Jughead kept you giving you curious little glances. You try to act natural about it and act like nothing is wrong but Jughead is too good at finding out things to let it slide.

It was Saturday afternoon, in your bedroom when Jughead couldn’t help but bring it up again.

“Y/N, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it but I just can’t see you like this anymore, you’ve been acting weird all week and I just want you to be okay, I care about you,” He told you, stroking your hair from where you were laying on his chest in your bed.

You sat up to look at him, “Juggie I’m fine, seriously.”

He sat up as well, “Y/N I know you, and I know when you’re upset. Please just tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded.

You sighed, he wasn’t going to let this go, “I-I’ve just been annoyed because I think I’ve put on weight and it’s just bugging me okay, it’s no big deal,” You finish, looking away from him.

He starts laughing, and you look at him, confused, “Sorry but what’s funny about that?”

He smiles at you, “Seriously you’re worried about that?”

“Yes! I don’t want to feel like I’m not good enough for you anymore, you’re just so perfect and too good for me and I just don’t want you to feel like you’re dating someone who looks like a cow,” you blurt out.

He looks at you shocked, “Okay, baby, no. Just no. You have no idea how beautiful I think you are. You are the one that is too good for me. I don’t care if you aren’t skinny! Looks don’t matter, what matters is that I think you are beautiful no matter what. You look no different to me, and you never will. I will love you all the same. So don’t for a second think you are not amazing just the way you are. Okay?”

You slowly nod, smiling at his words, “Okay.”

-Summary: When the reader finds out why Jughead is freaking out about the drive in closing, they take it into their own hands.

-Word Count: 740

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl  @xbobaaa @flowercrown-bucky @take-me-on-a-magic-unicorn

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You were sitting at Pop’s, doing some study, when Jughead suddenly sits down in front of you.

Before you could say hello to your boyfriend, he immediately starts off with, “The Twilight Drive-In is closing down.”

You widen your eyes with the sudden outburst, and with the new information, “Wow, really?”

He nodded in agreement, “It got bought by some private buyer, which is just ridiculous! Why would someone want to just destroy something that means so much to this town? It’s been here since before I was born! It’s got history, I just can’t believe they’re letting it get taken down.”

You were interested in why Jughead was so invested in this but decided to let it slide, he’s been here his whole life, you only moved here when you were 10 and became best friends with Jughead, and you’ve been dating for a year now.

“Is there going to be a ‘last night movie’ night?” You asked, as you knew he worked there, he controlled all the movies and stuff.

“Of course! How could that not happen, I think I’d have to sue them if they didn’t,” He replied.

You smiled at his annoyance with it, it was kind of cute, “Play my favourite movie?”

He smiles at you, looking like he had temporarily forgotten about the drive-in and replied, “Of course.”

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Over the next couple of days, all Jughead would talk about is the theatre. When you were just spending time with him he was okay but the conversation would always turn to the drive-in closing down. It was really out of character for Jughead to be so worried about something. You completely understood that it meant something to him but you felt as though there was something else to it. You could tell when Jughead was leaving something out of the picture.

You finally confronted him about it when you two were hanging out at your house. You lived alone, because you were really independent and you’re parents were very rich so they let you have your own apartment for you 16th birthday. Only Jughead and your friend group knew you lived alone, you didn’t need it being spread around the school that your parents were filthy rich.

You and Jughead were sitting on the couch, just watching a movie, and Juggie had just finished talking about the drive-in once again, and you finally said, “I think we need to have a talk.”

Jughead tensed, and he reached for the remote and paused the movie, he turned to you, expectant.

You sighed, conflicted on where to start, “It’s about the drive-in… I’m just getting this vibe from you that you’re keeping something from me, like you’re leaving something out? You keep going on about it and I know it means something to you but you never usually go on about things that frustrate you for this long.”

Jughead was quiet for a moment. He sighed and rubbed his face in frustration, you didn’t press the question, and let him analyse everything for a minute.

“I just…” He paused for a moment, like he wa preparing himself, “ I’m living there.”

You’re heart sank, what?

“What?”

“I’m homeless Y/N, and I live there. It’s by choice obviously, you know about my dad and everything,” Jughead explained.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, putting an arm around him.

“I just didn’t need you worrying about me, or offering to take me in, I’m too much of a burden and your parents wouldn’t be happy with you living alone with your boyfriend.”

“Hey, I’d rather die than let you be homeless. You are not a burden. And who cares about my parents? I’m not going to let you be homeless, I’m with you okay? Always.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you understand right?” Jughead says, kind of ashamed.

“Of course I get it and as soon as that drive in closes, you’re coming to live with me. And that’s final okay?” You say, smiling.

He looks at you, smiling, and says, “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You laugh, “Me either, now kiss me.”

He smiles and presses his lips to yours, both of your lips meshing together perfectly. He pulls away and peppers kisses all over your face, and you giggle at the ticklish sensation from it.