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| JUGHEAD JONES |
Your upper body bolted upright
as the intense dream came to an
end. Beads of sweat were forming
on your brow, your entire body
was quivering and your lungs were
gasping for air.
A nightmare.
Before the death of Jason Blossom,
nightmares rarely occurred
to you, but after his murder,
they were repetitive. It was like
someone was controlling your
mind and whoever it was clearly
wanted to intimidate you.
But you knew that wasn't possible.
Maybe in movies, but this; This
is reality.
Wordlessly, you whipped the
blankets off your shaken body
and shuffled across the room
to aquire your worn out sneakers
and a jacket.
After you finished knotting the
laces, you quickly grabbed your
phone and as quietly as possible,
you clambered out of your window,
mentally praying you didn't wake
your parents.
Then you ran.
You had no idea where your
feet were taking you. You just
wanted to be as far away from
your thoughts as possible.
The cool air whipped your face
as you sprinted down endless
streets, your pyjamas failing
to provide warmth. Your chest
heaved up and down heavily
in fear and exhaustion from
running.
But somehow you kept going.
After what seemed like hours,
you finally came to a halt at a
place you knew all too well.
It was a special, memorable
place for you and because
you'd spent most of your
childhood evenings there, it
was only natural that your feet
would take you there.
With eyes full of anticipation
and lungs with no air, you dragged
your aching feet up to the door of
the drive in's concrete shack and without a second thought, you gripped the cool metal of the door handle and stumbled into the
familiar cramped space.
"Y/N?"
Your eyes were slowly adjusting
to the thick darkness until they
landed on the illuminated face
of Jughead.
You gasped in relief, extremely
glad to see he was there and
awake. His presence
relaxed you. Jughead set his
laptop aside and stood up
from his makeshift bed. Concern
and confusion were written all
over his features.
"I'm not going to ask if you're
alright because you're clearly
not but what's so drastic that
goes on at half one in the
morning?"
"Nightmares, Jug."
Your voice cracked slightly.
"Again?"
You nodded causing Jughead
to sigh. "The same?"
"Exactly the same."
Jughead nodded towards his
bed. You took the hint and crawled under the blankets as Jughead
switched on the main light. Even
that only thinned the darkness a
little.
Then he reached out for his laptop
and snapped it shut before you
could even take a peek. He then
sat down at his messy desk with
his head in his hand, his beanie
shifting on his jet black hair.
A short silence overcame both of
you.
What was there to say?
Jughead knew the dream like
the back of his hand because of
the countless times you'd
approached him shaken, pale
and out of breath. He could recite
it word for word, like he'd lived
through it himself.
"Juggie," You said lowly,
fiddling with the blankets that
were providing you with a
comforting warmth your own
bed never could. "I'm afraid
to go back to sleep."
Through the darkness, you saw
Jughead move his hand away from
his head as he shifted in his seat.
"Demons are always there Y/N.
Awake or asleep, they're always
out to get you."
You chewed on your lower lip.
He was right. This stupid
nightmare was all that ran across
your mind even when you were
awake.
Jughead sighed and stood up. He
perched on the end of the bed,
giving you a much clearer view
of his slim figure.
"But, if it's any consolation, I'll
be here when you wake up."
Your lips curved into a small,
feeble smile as your muscles
contracted.
"Thank you." You murmured,
slowly drifting out of
consciousness.
Before you completely hit the hay
though, a warm, fuzzy feeling shot
through your entire body as you felt
Jughead pressing his lips to your
forehead.
It was only a second, but you knew
Jughead wasn't the affectionate
type, so this action meant more to
you than he'd think.
You felt your chest tighten and your
smile grew bigger. It wasn't noticeable through the gloominess
to Jughead though. But you knew
for a fact that your nightmare
wouldn't be returning again tonight,
especially not with your knight
in his crowned beanie at your
side.
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It is currently 2:09am and I am so bloody tired I'm using matchsticks to keep my eyes open.
No, seriously.
They burn.
BUT ANYWAY
here's a Juggie imagine thing coz y'all requested him and yah
I actually really like this one though, I think it's cute 🙃
So yee hope you enjoyed and I'm gonna go sleep now because my sleeping pattern is seriously fucked
chow chicas xx