Fights & Forgiveness
Anon requests: hii!! love your writing! i was just wondering if i could have
an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and where the reader,
archie, and jughead have been friends for a long time but they don’t talk to
archie as much (because of the falling out between jughead and archie.) and one
day maybe jug and her get into a fight and all she wants is to talk to archie
about it ? and fluff at the end please! idk if that makes any sense but i
thought it would be cute to read. thank you so much!
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: After fighting with Jughead, (Y/N) turns to an old friend
Word count: 919
A/N: ugh guys I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive this past week and a half. I’ve had so much to deal with school and music, and i’ve also had a serious case of writer’s block. hopefully I’ll be able to write more stuff soon, and until then, enjoy!
Jughead and I stood at my locker, talking about his novel.
“I just want to investigate a bit more tonight,” he told me as I pulled out my textbook. “We can go to Pop’s after.”
“That’s fine with me,” I nodded, gently shutting my locker. “I just don’t know if tonight is good for me. I have to work on an English project, so I may have to skip out on the sleuthing.”
“That’s okay,” he shrugged. “I’ll just come to Pop’s when I’m done.” I smiled and nodded, wrapping my arm around his as we began our trek down the school hallway. Our conversation continued, but Jughead abruptly stopped talking when Archie walked past us. The atmosphere grew tense for a moment as the two boys locked eyes. Once he passed, Jughead returned back to normal.
“You know,” I steered away from our conversation topic, “you should talk to him.”
“I know,” Jughead agreed. “But I just… I can’t. Not yet.” I nodded in understanding and said nothing more about the subject. Archie Andrews had been a sensitive topic ever since he flaked on Jughead to go on their road trip. Even though Archie was one of my closest friends, I knew that because Jughead was my boyfriend, I had to take his side. Which meant that I barely spoke to Archie anymore.
“So I’ll see you tonight?” I confirmed once Jughead and I stopped in front of my classroom. He smiled and nodded.
I arrived at Pop’s at around five o’clock, knowing that Jughead would come a bit later. Pulling out my English binder, I began to work on my project.
I finished the project three hours later, and Jughead had still not shown up. Worriedly, I checked my phone for what felt like the millionth time. My leg bounced with anticipation as I drummed my fingers against the diner table, my eyes never leaving the entrance. Jughead was almost always late to our dates, but never by this much. I was about to call him when my phone buzzed. Quickly, I unlocked it and checked my messages. Jughead had just texted me:
Sorry, sleuthing went late. Not gonna make it to Pop’s tonight
Frustrated, I packed up my things and immediately left the diner.
“What the hell?” I stomped up to Jughead the next morning at school. He looked at me with wide eyes.
“What?” he asked.
“Why the hell weren’t you at Pop’s last night?” I clarified, clenching my teeth.
“I told you, I was investigating.”
“That’s what you always say!” I furiously flung my hands.
“Because that’s what it always is,” he retorted. “What, do you think I’m cheating on you?”
“No!” I yelled.
“Then why are you getting so worked up over this?”
“Because you always do this to me,” I seethed. “You say you’re gonna investigate the murder but promise to meet me at the diner later, and every time I fall for it. Every night I sit and wait for hours in the diner for you, but you never show up. Do you know how pathetic that makes me look?”
“If you’re so upset about what people think about you, then don’t bother waiting for me at Pop’s!” Jughead retaliated.
“Trust me, I won’t,” I scoffed and stormed off.
That night, I sat in my room, toying with my phone. My finger hovered over the call button, just wanting to talk and apologize. Finally, I built up the courage and pressed the green button.
“Hello?” he asked confusedly.
“Hey, Archie,” I sniffled. “Can we talk?”
“And now I don’t know what to do. Should I talk to him? Or should I wait for him to talk to me?” I finished crying about what happened between me and Jughead. Archie and I sat at a booth in Pop’s. When I called him, I explained why I hadn’t been talking to him recently. With complete understanding, Archie offered to meet me at the diner and catch up.
“I mean, he’s the one in the wrong here,” he shrugged. “If he’s not gonna come up to you and apologize, it’s not worth it.”
“I just…” I stifled a sob, “I just don’t want to lose him over this. We’ve been through so much.”
“He’ll come,” Archie assured me. “I promise.” I smiled at my friend, happy to have him back in my life. Our conversation drifted to more casual topics, such as school and Archie’s music. Suddenly, the bell on the diner door jingled, signaling that a new customer had entered. I didn’t look up, but I did once the newcomer approached our table.
It was Jughead.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking between me and Archie.
“To who?” I inquired sharply.
“Well… both of you,” he sighed, “but Archie already knows.” I sent a puzzled look towards Archie, causing him to nod.
“He came up to me,” Archie answered on behalf of Jughead, “right after your fight. He apologized for not talking to me, and I apologized for flaking on our road trip.”
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Jughead apologized again. “I’ve been so invested in investigating Jason’s murder that I’ve completely neglected our relationship.”
“Jug…” I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence. Instead, I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, and we pulled away after a minute.
“So that means you forgive me?” he asked with a smile etched on his face. I grinned and pecked his lips.