Thanks. // Riverdale x Reader
Request : hello love! could you do an imagine where the reader is a very dear family friend of the Jones family and has pretty much grown up with Jughead. but suddenly the reader loses a lot of weight and all people ever see the reader put into her body anymore is coffee which makes everyone super worried. maybe especially fp would notice and try to talk to the reader about it and comfort and offer support? thanks a lot if you decide to do it! <3 -anon
Characters : Platonic!Riverdale x Reader, FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller
Word Count : 824 words Warnings : bad thoughts, some swearing, flangst
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Y/N walked around the Jones’ household, as they sat on the couch, sipping some coffee while watching some Looney Tunes on the family television.
“Hey Y/N! Wanna eat some bacon?” Jughead shouted from the kitchen, Y/N quickly replied with a ‘no thanks’ as they continued watching Looney Tunes.
Y/N L/N wasn’t a Jones, but indeed a very important member of the family. It was their father that made this possible, that is.
Mr. L/N and Mr. Jones were best buds in their teenage age back then, but Mr. Y/N quickly passed away after a mission as an investigator for the Police Department.
Y/N’s mother wasn’t known very much, only known that she left her own child and her husband for some rich dude.
Mr. L/N was indeed a very popular person in Riverdale High back then, they’re that one guy you’d be friends with at the first day of school, and continue to be friends throughout the years.
That made Y/N very popular indeed, the most social person in Riverdale High had a couple of its benefits. Like you get less bullying from those stupid high school jocks and lots of friends.
The whole Scooby gang knew this of course. But something was weird with their precious Y/N L/N for some reason.
They all knew Y/N was for sure a foodie. They would always take Y/N first for these new restaurants and test these new fancy buffets, they confirmed that Y/N is a supertaster.
“ A supertaster is a person who experiences the sense of taste with far greater intensity than average, with some studies showing an increased sensitivity to bitter tastes.”
Some good facts right there.
But for the past month, they hardly see Y/N eat anything. The whole Scooby gang talked about it with their weekly meetings at Pop’s.
They all sat down before Kevin began to speak up.
“Y/N isn’t eating anything.”
That began a very deep conversation between the five. They began to start things that may or may not help the reader, they pointed out that Y/N began to look somewhat like a walking toothpick. But still, they apparently still act fine.
“I think they’re fine guys, I’m sure they’ll come out to us. How about we just wait it out and talk to Y/N, if it really gets dangerous.” Archie suggested.
The others nodded and continued to talk about other topics before they all went home.
After Jughead went home, he quickly went to bed. Ignoring the Y/N that was in the kitchen, basically raiding the kitchen to see any good combinations with coffee.
FP heard the sound of the fridge opening as he slowly went downstairs to see the poor kid.
He knew that there was a problem with the kid, he and Jughead had discussed it before.
“Hey, kid.” He said, standing behind the H/C-colored L/N.
“H-Hey Pops.” They stuttered.
FP Jones was used to the nickname that Y/N gave them. So it wasn’t weird to call him ‘dad’ or ‘pops’
“You haven’t been eating a lot for the past month. Are you doing okay?” He asked cautiously, as Y/N casually fidgets with their hands.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” They said, nervously.
FP Jones rose his eyebrow with that look on his face that states ‘Oh really?’
Y/N sighs and began to rant about their problems with their discomfort about their body. “Everyone just seems so fucking hot at school and, I feel like I wouldn’t fit in, y’know?” They said, rubbing their neck nervously.
FP Jones sighed, and approached the smaller figure, “Kid, it’s not about the body you have, it’s about the soul.” He said as he pointed Y/N’s heart with his index finger.
“Well, my soul lives in my body, so clearly I have to be aware of… this.” They said, pointing to their body.
“Kid, no one gives a fuck about your body, okay? You’re the most confident person the sad breakfast club knows, and I know they’re proud of it. I’m proud of it. I’m proud of you, your dad is proud of you.” He said, holding the kid’s shoulders with his bare hands.
The small L/N’s eyes began to tear up, “Thanks a lot, Pops.” they said, FP Jones whispering a small “It’s fine.” to them.
“Hey, how about on Sunday, let’s take you, Jughead and me for a small trip to the buffet near the town. Let’s even invite your friends, if you don’t mind.” He said, Y/N quickly nods.
“I think that’s a good idea.” They whispered.
“Alright, Kid. Talk to me, if you have any problems, okay? Talk to any of us, we’re here for you.”
“Thanks. A lot. Pops.”
“Don’t mention it, now go to your room and take a nap. I’m telling your friends to send you to Pop’s tomorrow.” FP Jones said, as Y/N nods and goes upstairs to take a nap.
It’s going to be all okay.
And everyone will make sure of it.