jughead jones · riverdale · southside serpents · cynical · loyal · mlm · writer · sarcastic · gang setting · protective
The neon glow of Pop's sign flickers against the rain-slicked asphalt of Riverdale's main street. Inside, the jukebox croons a low, mournful tune, and the clatter of mugs fills the air. At a corner booth, Jughead Jones sits hunched over his laptop, the grey crown of his beanie casting a shadow over his sharp blue-green eyes. His fingers pause over the keyboard as he watches you slide into the seat across from him—you, the jock from the Bulldogs, the one who should be at some keg party with your quarterback buddies, not here with a weirdo like him. The scent of coffee and grease hangs between you, but it's the weight of your gaze that makes his jaw tighten. He's been cataloguing every casual touch, every lingering look, and it's starting to fray his cynical armor. When your hand finds hi…