artificial poisoning || J.J., C.S imagines

1 || jughead jones - pt.1

(this is inspired by the song Seventeen by Peach Pit... also this is my first ever imagine, so yay)

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Back at Patrick Park
We stood in the dark
In my beer-stained mind
I said "please won't you be mine?"

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you've known him forever, you have. But, you still can't wrap your head around him. he's tragically idyllic in an impossible way. So, you and him have tried - for so long -  to reach the goal of pure bliss. Sadly you have failed, to no surprise. But, you two always had each other, in those trials and errors, to lean on, to cry on, to cry with. in all it's always been the two of you, the classic duo of Riverdale. 

With that being said, many of Riverdale's citizens would be surprised as to why you are at this moment, curled up into a small ball on a cold bench. As if you let go of the suffocating grip you have on yourself, you would float away, into the oblivion that is your mind. 

 You hear footsteps that threaten the silence that had been comforting you.  your mind races as your face heats up. soon, a light breeze hitting your warm reddened skin, causing you to calm ever so slightly. 

The footsteps stop only about a foot away from you. Not daring to look up you sneer, 

"What do you want jughead?" as his name falls from your lips, you cringe. You knew it was him because this is one of the places you two frequented when you were friends. He actually was  your best friend, up until the beginning of sophomore year. He left you. One day you two are chatting relentlessly about cult classic films and the stupidity of the human race, and the next he won't even look at you. You must have done something wrong right? that's what you thought for the next ongoing weeks. Until he and Betty Cooper announced their relationship. 

Usually, this wouldn't have bothered you, but, in this case, you may or may not have caught feelings for the oh-so-angsty writer. 

you couldn't help it, though. the way he would hide his smile, the way he would laugh at all of your weird little jokes - that to most wouldn't make any sense. The way he would truly pay attention to you, however cheesy it may sound. And the way that you two never seemed to run out of topics. You just couldn't help falling in love. 

But look where that got you; sitting on a bench in the cold, on the brink of tears, instead of at your best friend's birthday party (which you weren't invited too).

he takes another step, crushing a leaf. at the sound, your eyes snap up to him. You sigh, so deep that it feels like your heart stops.

He begins walking forward, to you he is still a dark silhouette. The small street lamp quickly shining fluorescent light on his features. Your heart sinks deep into your chest; he has a black eye. The tears in your eyes only increasing. 

"oh, jug,"  you say pulling yourself from your encased spot on the bench. You take a step forward, hesitant to be close to him. your breathing quickens. You slowly place your cold hands on his ~almost~ purple bruise, tracing the outlines ever so gently. You don't want to hurt him for the underlining reason of love. Even though he has hurt you- so much -you can't stop yourself from trying your very hardest to make him happy. 

He leans into your hand ever so slightly, that it might have gone unnoticed. But you did notice, and so you felt obliged to your friend Betty, to pull your hand away.  And so, you reverted back to your usual state of self-protection. 

"what do you want Jughead?" you say with a blank face, trying not to let this facade break.

He answers with silence. So, you search his eyes, pleading with them to speak, to tell you what he's thinking. You feel your skin itch, at the proximity of the two of you.

You feel a hot tear roll down your expressionless face. His hard features soften. He then wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. It's such a sweet gesture, that you can't except as sweet. More tears fall as he pulls you into his chest, your head falling on his shoulder. He lightly nuzzles his head into your hair.

"I love you" he speaks in an almost inaudible whisper. You feel yourself sink into him, your heart exploding. Exploding with both joy and sorrow. You sigh once again, pulling yourself from the tall raven-haired boy. 

"Jug, we can-" Your dreaded sentence is cut off. 

"We broke up," he says, already knowing what you were going to say. He slowly takes his eyes from yours. Your heart jumps with fear of what could be. Your vision blurs, and you feel as if you're falling. 

"I love you" he repeats, breaking you from the tsunami that is your thoughts. you think, for so long, you forget where you are.  you release yourself from the inner battle happening inside your head.  you let a small smile peak. Before you know it everything you had built this- horrendous, lovely -night comes crashing down. 

"I love you too," You say quietly, looking down in embarrassment. He pulls you back, this time even closer if possible. 

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," He says into your hair as you giggle at his loving nature. Never have you seen Jughead Jones- your best friend since forever -this happy.