Anon request: Hello! I was hoping you could do a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Description: Everyday (Y/N) confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard
Warnings: one swear word
Word count: 1,201
A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!
We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.
“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired boy sitting across from me.
“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the laptop screen.
“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in. “I know we’ve been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.” He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.” I let out a big sigh and looked up at Jughead. He was still staring at his laptop. “Jughead!” I exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.
“What?” he asked. My eyes widened.
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I inquired. Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.
“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my story,” he apologized. I sighed and shrugged, standing up.
“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I assured him, grabbing my bag. “I’m gonna head home, I have to work on my homework.” He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s. “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I walked home, rubbing my temples.
Two days later, I found myself in the same position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.
“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more demandingly than last time. Jughead looked up from his laptop and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his screen.
“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our table.
“Hey guys!” she greeted. I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head down. “Could I sit here with you guys?”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over so she could sit next to me. She smiled gratefully as she slid into the booth.
“Thanks, (Y/N). So what were you guys talking about before I interrupted?” I bit my lip. Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all of our friends knew. I glanced at her and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do. “Do you want me to leave?” she whispered. I shook my head.
“No, no, you can stay. Please, actually, I need the moral support.” She nodded and sat back in the booth. I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So, Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long. But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me. I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine. Just, please, I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.” Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly sending me a thumbs up. Smiling back at her, I turned to face Jughead.
“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him. “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”
“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty. “Betty, when’d you join us?” Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes wide and mouths agape. “What?”
“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice sharp. “Did you not hear anything (Y/N) or I said?”
“Oh,” Jughead sighed. “I did it again. I’m sorry, (Y/N). What were you trying to say?”
Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”
“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted Betty. “I have cheerleading practice tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.” Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but softened when I looked at her sadly. Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this exchange.
“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine. You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though, right?” I bit my lip, contemplating making up an excuse. Quickly, I looked to Betty for approval. She subtly nodded.
“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily. “Saturday.” Jughead smiled and nodded. I stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner. Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned to look at me.
“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.
“I don’t know,” I groaned. “It happened on Tuesday, too. He never seems to hear me.”
“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said. “Right?”
“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking. Betty followed suit. “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know, maybe it’s not meant to be.”
“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated. “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes to say, endgame!” I laughed at the terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply. “Please try, at least one more time.”
I assured her, “I’ll try.”
Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and Betty. Angrily, I slammed my locker closed and then leaned up against it.
“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against the locker. “For two weeks I’ve tried, two whole weeks! Every day, I go into Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’ Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him. And every day, he doesn’t hear me. Every fucking day!” Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.
“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed. “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you at least once. He’s not deaf.” Betty nodded in agreement.
“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty suggested. “Make sure that he has no distractions, just you and him.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”
“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when you can do it now?” I turned around to see Jughead down the hallway.
“Oh no,” I whined. “Not now, not here.”
Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!” He looked at us and nodded, walking over to where we stood.
“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.
“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers. Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged away from us, still remaining within earshot. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”
“I know,” Jughead interrupted me. “And I never hear you. I know, I’m sorry.” I nodded, licking my lips.
“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now, while I know I have your attention.” Jughead laughed lightly. “I… I like you, Jughead. More than friends.” Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped. Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.
“You like me?” he asked. “And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. He rubbed his face.
“Jesus,” he sighed. “I’m an ass.”
“No, you’re not,” I told him. “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship. I couldn’t live with myself if-”
“(Y/N),” he interrupted again, “I like you, too.”