Anon requests:If ur still taking requests.
Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him
how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie
makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that
way and Juggie ends up jealous…
Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends
forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been
avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks
them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is
avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…
missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love
with him. One night, you finally seize
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A/N: I’m so sorry
for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it. Enjoy!
You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend. It was an accident.
You weren’t sure when exactly it happened. It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up
one morning and realize you were in love.
It was a slow process.
Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s. He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding
and mysterious. He was the edgiest ten
year old in Riverdale. For the first
time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself.
Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more
independent. Of course, your first
action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own. Once you arrived, you realized how scary
being alone was. Scanning the diner, you
looked for a companion to sit with. You spotted
a boy who looked around the same age as you.
“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table. The boy stared at you suspiciously for a
“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation. You smiled and sat down across from him.
“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the
table. The boy tentatively shook it.
“Jughead,” he introduced himself.
“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose. He shrugged.
Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October
night, and you forgot your jacket. Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead,
knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was
playing. You asked him, with a smirk, if
he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he
promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite
movie. The two of you sat together
watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders. Bitter October night winds blew in, causing
you to shiver. Jughead noticed this, so
he drew you closer to him. It wasn’t the
warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.
There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell
in love with your best friend. Every
time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart
skipped a beat. Each time your hands
brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you
could feel your affection swell.
But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal
opposite reaction. Every time you fell a
little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart
because you could never be with him. You
knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in
love with him. All the risks threatening
your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.
Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your
secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best
friend was more difficult than you imagined.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your
head to snap up. Immediately, you plastered
a smile on your face.
“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. He shook his head at you.
“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his
eyes. “You’ve been acting weird for
“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.
“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell
you.” Satisfied with your answer, he
nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop. The two of you sat in the diner booth, each
doing your own thing. After an hour of
silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table. Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his
“Something wrong?” he inquired. You pursed your lips for a moment,
contemplating what to say.
“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked. He shot you a confused glance, so you
elaborated. “Have you ever thought about
us, I don’t know… as not friends? Like
more?” Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged.
You bit your lip.
“Do you think it could ever work?”
“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship,
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I
know exactly what you mean.”
The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you. Every time you attempted to approach him, he
turned on his heel and walked in the other direction. After practically confessing your feelings
last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you. This continued throughout the rest of the
week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate
with him. On Friday, Archie approached
“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted.
You shot him a small smile.
“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity. You shrugged and shook your head.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing
his frown to deepen. “Is that all you
wanted to talk to me about?”
“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his
neck. “I know it’s been a rough week for
you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight. It’s a big game, so I’d just really
appreciate it if you were there.” He
offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.
“Sure, Archie,” you responded. He thanked you and headed away, probably
searching for other people to invite to the game. You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape
for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your
mind off of everything that had happened.
It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.
You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into
the bleachers, looking for a place to sit.
As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead. Before he could turn his head to look at you,
you dashed out of sight. Finally, you
found a seat at the top of the bleachers.
You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with
the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored. Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game,
and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate
Archie. Instead of finding Archie, you
ran into Reggie.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over
“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled.
“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted. You shrugged.
“Did you want to?”
“Well yeah,” he laughed.
Oddly, you found yourself blushing.
“We should catch up sometime, (Y/N).
How about Tuesday?” You blinked a
couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.
“Seriously?” you questioned.
He nodded as if it was obvious.
“Of course. Eight o’clock
at Pop’s?” You grinned and nodded. He did the same and then walked off to
celebrate the victory with his teammates.
Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.
(Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.
“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed,
stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.
Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met
Reggie at Pop’s. He sat waiting in a
booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin. The night went successfully, and you
thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie.
You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths
“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he
noticed the time. It was nearly
midnight. “Can we do this again
“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. He grinned.
“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?” You hesitated at this, and for the first time
you looked up and spotted Jughead.
Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze. You turned back to Reggie and frowned.
“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers. His face slowly fell as he anticipated what
you were going to say. “You’re a great
guy. Any girl would be lucky to have
you, but… I like someone else.” You smiled
apologetically at him. “I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends.” The football star stood up, remaining in
front of your table. He offered you a
“I understand,” he sighed.
“Of course we can be friends. I’ll
see you around, (Y/N).” He strode away
from your table and exited the diner.
Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to
Jughead. You stood up and rushed over to
“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across
from him. He refused to make eye contact
with you. “Were you spying on me?”
“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m
always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation.
You didn’t back down.
“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned. “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve
spoken in a week.”
“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing
quieter. You rolled your eyes and
“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind. Whatever, Jughead.” You rose from your seat and prepared to exit,
but Jughead grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically. “This makes everything better, Jughead.”
“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do
anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”
“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes
as you settled back into your seat. “Because
I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said
anything about it.”
“What feelings?” he questioned. “All you asked me is if I thought we should
be a couple.”
“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed. “Did you really just think that was just
casual conversation, Jug? Come on, you’re
smarter than that!”
“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed,
frustratedly throwing his hands up. “How
do you think I felt, (Y/N)? When I thought
my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me? I was fucking terrified!” This drew you aback.
“Terrified?” you echoed.
“Why… why were you terrified?”
“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he
didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder. “I
don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in
through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something
changed. I don’t know when, I don’t know
how, and I certainly don’t know why. All
I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only
thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and
I didn’t.” He was almost panting by the
end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock. The two of you sat together in silence,
staring at each other in astonishment.
“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the
silence. “We both… we both missed so
many opportunities.” You bit your lip
between your teeth, holding back a smile.
“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto
his face. “We missed a thousand opportunities,
but the universe gave us one more.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled. He grinned.
“Neither do I,” he responded. “But I do believe in us.”