Betty and Veronica observe (Y/N) and Jughead’s friendship, Jughead’s signature
grey beanie seeming to be a catalyst for the more flirtatious points in their
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A/N: this is my
first imagine, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Veronica and Betty sat in a booth at Pop’s, each girl
sipping on her own milkshake. They
smiled and laughed as they chatted about random topics, the subject ranging from
schoolwork to their friends. After their
giggles died down from joking about Kevin’s antics, the conversation landed on
the topic of (Y/N) and Jughead.
“So (Y/N) and Jughead have been friends forever, like you
and Archie, right?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, they’ve been best friends for as long as any of us
could remember,” Betty said, smiling. “They
used to chase each other around everywhere.
It was so cute. I remember this
one time, we were in first grade and the four of us were playing in Archie’s
backyard. Suddenly, Jughead got down on
one knee, took off his beanie, and proposed to (Y/N).”
“No!” Veronica gasped, covering a smile.
“Yes!” Betty giggled.
“Archie and I were so shocked, but (Y/N) just smiled and put on the
beanie. She told him, ‘We’re much too
young to get married, Juggie. Ask me
again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.’”
Veronica laughed and Betty soon joined her. Once their laughter subsided, Veronica’s
wandering eyes found Jughead sitting a few booths away, typing away on his
“Speak of the devil,” she smirked, pointing at him as Betty
turned around to look. He sat by
himself, ignorant to the world as he wrote his story.
“I’m surprised (Y/N)’s not with him,” Betty commented as she
turned back to face Veronica. She shrugged.
“I bet you she’ll walk in within the next ten minutes.”
Sure enough, a few minutes later (Y/N) entered the Chock’lit
Shoppe. She stood by the entrance for a
minute, her eyes scanning the diner.
Finally, she spotted Jughead and walked over to the booth. Sliding into the same seat as Jughead, she
rested her chin on his shoulder. Betty
and Veronica watched as her mouth moved, but they couldn’t hear what she was
“Ugh, I can’t hear them!” Veronica moaned. Betty nodded.
“Me too. Maybe we
could move a bit closer?” she suggested.
“But be subtle about it.” The girls
slowly picked up their milkshake glasses and shifted down a few booths, so now
they were within earshot of Jughead and (Y/N).
Neither of them seemed to notice.
“It’s very well-written,” (Y/N) commented, her eyes scanning
Jughead’s laptop screen. “Very eloquent
and ominous.” The corners of Jughead’s
lips curved upwards, but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
“Thanks,” he replied, continuing to type. Betty and Veronica continued to observe their
interactions, watching as Jughead continuously stole (Y/N)’s fries, to which
she would reciprocate with a slap on his arm.
At one point Jughead became so invested in his story that he completely
zoned out, unable to hear (Y/N).
“Juggie,” she pestered him, lightly poking his arm. “Come on, Jughead. Earth to Juggie?” He remained stoic as (Y/N) sighed, leaning
back in the seat. After a moment of
thought, she sprung up again. She
smirked as she snatched the beanie off of Jughead’s head and tugged it onto
hers. That seemed to snap him out of his
trace, because immediately he slammed his laptop shut and reached out to take
it back. (Y/N) giggled and ran out from
their booth, running over to Betty and Veronica. The two girls shifted so it would appear that
they weren’t eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Quick, move,” (Y/N) urged as she squeezed past Betty into
the booth. Jughead slowly approached
their table, his eyes never shifting from (Y/N).
“Give it back,” he demanded as he stood right in front of
the table. Betty and Veronica bit their
lips in an attempt to keep their giggles at bay. (Y/N) shook her head.
“Not unless you let me wear it tomorrow,” she
bargained. Jughead scoffed and crossed
“This isn’t a negotiation,” he told her. He leaned over to grab it off (Y/N)’s head,
but she swatted his arm away.
“This is a
negotiation,” she replied, smirking. “I
have something that we both want. I’m
proposing a fair deal to you. Take it or
leave it.” Jughead released an
exasperated sigh as he looked at Betty and Veronica.
“Can either of you please give that back to me?” he
pleaded. The two girls almost missed the
slight upward twitch of his lips.
Veronica pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile.
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “I think it’s a fair deal.” Betty shrugged and nodded.
“I agree,” she stated.
Jughead let out another frustrated groan and (Y/N) smirked.
“The girls have spoken, Juggie. Do we have a deal?” she questioned.
“Fine,” Jughead agreed, rolling his eyes. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly, jumping over the
seat and out to stand next to Jughead.
He grabbed the beanie off her head and placed it onto his. A smirk began to creep onto his face.
“You didn’t make me pinky promise,” he taunted before
retreating back to their table. (Y/N)
huffed in anger as she stomped back to their booth, sitting down across from Jughead
with her arms crossed. Betty and
Veronica broke down into hysterical laughter.
“Oh my god!” Veronica laughed. “They’re like an old married couple!”
“Yeah they are,” Betty giggled. “I still can’t believe they’re just like
friends.” They both shook their heads as
they turned their attention back to (Y/N) and Jughead’s booth. The pair had stood up, Jughead’s laptop
tucked under his arm, and they exited the diner.
The next day at school, Betty and Veronica gave (Y/N)
confused stares as she roamed the hallways sporting Jughead’s signature grey
“That cannot be Jughead’s,” Veronica denied, shutting her
locker. “I mean, there’s no way Jughead
would actually give his beanie to her.
He never takes that thing off.” Betty
gave her a doubtful look.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he let her wear it,” Betty
replied as they began to walk to the student lounge. “He’s completely smitten with her.”
“He’s more smitten with his hat,” Veronica joked, both girls
Their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted Jughead in
the lounge, raven locks flowing freely.
He wore no beanie. (Y/N) entered
a few minutes later, still wearing Jughead’s beanie. She smirked as she walked over to him. Betty and Veronica turned to face them,
not-so-subtly attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Can I please have it back?” they heard Jughead whine. (Y/N) grinned and shook her head, putting her
hands over the beanie in case Jughead tried to snatch it off her head.
“I feel like an idiot without it on,” he complained. “Everyone’s giving me weird looks. And normally I don’t mind that, but I’m feeling quite vulnerable and exposed without my beanie.”
“A deal’s a deal, Juggie,” (Y/N) sing-songed, walking over
to sit next to Betty on the couch.
Jughead muttered under his breath and shook his head, but he followed (Y/N)
and leaned against the armrest of the couch.
The four friends chatted and laughed together, and Betty and Veronica
couldn’t help but notice Jughead’s frequent glances at (Y/N) and the wide smile
that never left his face.
“The bakery is a couple of blocks away. It’s bitingly cold outside in the way clear winter days can be, but they decide to walk there anyway, Yuuri’s hand tucked into Viktor’s pocket. His beanie is pulled down over his ears and his scarf is almost covering his mouth, and he looks so soft and adorable that Viktor just grins at him like an idiot.”