It Ain’t Me
Pairing: Jughead Jones III x Reader
Summary: Jughead broke up with you and he tried to win you back, but it was when he wasn’t on his best state.
Word count: 945
Posted: 27th of October 2017
A/N: It’s officially my Halloween holidays, finally! I was so fed up of school and I was always tired. I am back from my hiatus and I will try to write as many imagines as I can in these days.
I am posting another Jughead imagine, because I am so in love with Cole and I use him as my inspiration, but if you ever want, I can also write for someone else. I promise that I will post some 13 reasons why imagines too, I need to finish my prompt requests.
Anyways, thank you for your support and I never thought that my first Jughead imagine would get so much likes. I am so happy! Thank you guys ad I hope you enjoy this too! I am waiting for some feedbacks, thanks!
- G. x
Warning: (Y/N) is Your Name.
“A-Are you having fun?” A familiar drunk boy intensely slurred in your ear in a low tone as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulders. You shook your head in response and you pushed him away since his presence made you feel uncomfortable. You perfectly knew who he was and your memories together suddenly kicked in your mind once again, making some tears roll down your rosy cheeks. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Jughead, you are already drunk.” Your heart raced as you saw his face and you realized how wasted he was. “Just go home.”
“Then let’s go home.” He was having a hard time to process the words that came out from your mouth, obviously he couldn’t hear you through the loud music, but he managed to answer you properly.
“Jug, I am the last person that you would expect to bring you home.” You honestly told him, holding back your tears as you didn’t want for the people around you notice everything.
“Why? (Y/N), you are my girlfriend. Aren’t you?” He was confused but euphoric at the same time. The alcohol started to kick in and he couldn’t think straight anymore. You started to search for Betty’s gaze from the crowd as you needed someone who would take care of Jughead. It was somehow hard since the club was dark and crowded, but you happily thanked her when she finally noticed you.
“Jug,” A sweet voice called your attention as she tried to help the boy in front of you. “I’m walking you home, let’s go.”
“No! I want (Y/N).” Jughead slightly pushed Betty and he moved forward to lazily wrap his arms around your waist. “I need you, (Y/N).” His hot breath hit your neck as he pulled you even closer to him. You smelled the scent of the alcohol and you realized how broken Jughead was. He was never the party type, he was more of nerdy type and you fell in love with that Jughead, not with the one who was hugging you right now. But maybe he did it because of you. He was heartbroken, downhearted and in pieces.
He fragmented his own heart and he was trying to put them back together. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was having a hard time doing it, mostly now that you weren’t with him anymore.
“Jug,” You caressed his raven coloured hair whilst you silently shushed him. Seeing your ex-boyfriend in that state devastated you even more, because you still loved him and you would stay with him forever, but it was his choice to leave you. He broke up with you for a certain reason that you refused to understand and you couldn’t do anything but to respect it. “you already pushed me away. I don’t belong to you anymore.”
“No, it’s not true!” He answered as you felt his stinging hot tears against your neck and collarbone. He was wasted and you perfectly knew that he was trying to escape from his problem by drinking loads of toxic alcoholic drinks. “You are still going home with me, you would sing me to sleep, like always, and,” he cut himself as he choked himself with his own tears.
“Jughead, that’s enough.” Archie patted Jughead’s back as he tried to break the boy’s tight grip on your waist. “You are drunk and everything will get better once you take some rest.” Archie lied through his teeth, hoping to convince the poor boy. You knew how much headache he would have, you knew how hungry he would be, you knew how much he would want to cuddle with you the whole day. You knew what would happen the next day, but, unluckily, you wouldn’t be there to take care of him. Not anymore.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N)! I am a stupid boy and remember that I still love you, no matter what.” He desperately cried and gave up on convincing you to walk him home. He let you go and, suddenly, you felt weak and incomplete. You wanted him too, you wanted him back.
“Jug, I still love you too, but you are just drunk. You don’t know what you are saying.” You caressed his wet cheeks with your right hand and you flashed him a sad smile. You knew that he would forget everything the day after, the Jughead that broke up with you would be there the next day, asking himself what was he thinking with his unstable mind the night before. “I would love to be with you, but this time: it ain’t me. I can’t do that anymore.”
“(Y/N), you know that a drunk mind speaks a sober heart. Right?” He seriously and hopelessly asked, but he turned his back away from you, leaving Betty and Archie with you, when he realized that he would never get the answer. He tried to find his way home: alone, without his better half.
“Sorry, Jug.” You murmured as your tears streamed down your face once again. Archie gave you a sad and deluded smile before following his broken hearted and wasted friend.
Jughead was stupid, but you were stupider because you let him go, pushing him away as if you didn’t love him anymore.
“A masochist.” You told to yourself as you tried to find your way out of the chaotic place you were in, leaving Betty behind.
In fact, you were. Not only because you pushed your loved one away, but also because you preferred to suffer rather than being happy with him. He clearly wanted you back, but you chose to respect his wrong and despicable choice.