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jughead jones x gn!reader
warnings;; mild language
wrd count;; 565
a/n;; i only just started watching riverdale, i'm about 12 episodes in, maybe less, so please excuse me if this is ooc!! i don't really know how good this is so if you could provide some constructive criticism, i would love that! this is just to get back into writing as a whole so i apologize for how short it is... regardless please enjoy this!!
extra;; i don't post on other platforms, maybe in the future i will, but for now this is the ONLY place i will post on.
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your hands were usually warm, maybe a little clammy at the worst of times, but warm. they really only ever got cold during the winter, and even so, it was rare for you to have cold hands. and unfortunately, today was one of those days your hands were cold.
walking into first block, your hands shook at the freezing cold, chills running down your spine as the classroom provided no warmth at all. you grumble to yourself as you took your seat, rubbing your hands together to keep warm. the cold typically never bothered you, but if your hands were cold, so was the rest of your body. you reached into the pocket of your hoodie, pulling out your phone to observe your face.
your nose, as well as your cheeks, were rosy, a little puffy too. was hard to notice unless you were looking for it. you sighed, leaning back into the uncomfortable school desk as you pocketed your phone once more. today was going to be a long day, and you absolutely dreaded it.
by the time lunch rolled around, you were practically an ice cube, your whole body shivered at the slightest breeze and your hands, normally steady, only shook. your handwriting was probably the worst it could ever look today.
as you walked into the common room, you saw your usual group of people sitting down. only one person was standing, jughead. seeing this, and how everyone else was chatting—distracted—you had a mischievous idea. you stalked up behind him, making sure that he absolutely didn't see you, and shoved your cold hands up his hoodie, pressing them against his back.
"what the hell?!" the poor man exclaimed, feeling the sudden coldness on his back. he immediately turned around, swatting your hands away from him. the rest of the group turned to see what happened, confused at the sudden outburst.
you broke out into a fit of laughter, hunching over as jughead looked at you as if you were the epitome of pure evil. as you finally calmed down, you stood back up with a heavy sigh, stomach hurting from how much you laughed. you smiled sweetly at the boy and turned to the rest of the group.
"what's up?" you asked them, moving to look at them clearly.
betty was the first to speak up, "what was that about?" she asked, smiling softly though you could tell she was more confused than amused.
"they shoved their cold ass hands up my hoodie, that's what that was about." jughead grumbled, crossing his arms. you cracked a devious smile at the event.
"i'd do it again," you said, moving to hold his hands, unlike yours, they were warm. jughead only gave you a sideways look, but there was the faintest of smiles on his face and he pulled you slightly closer, allowing you to hold onto his hands.
the rest of the group shook their heads and went back to chatting, making plans, and occasionally getting into playful arguments.
jughead turned to look at you. "don't ever pull that again." he muttered, still a little peeved at the stunt you pulled. you only smiled and shook your head, giving his hand a squeeze.
"sure." was all you said in return, and joined in on the conversation between the others. your hands, as well as the rest of yourself, now a little warmer than before.