forsythe pendleton 'jughead' jones, the third (fpjonesthethird) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-20 23:44:00 |
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Current mood: | sad |
WHO: Jughead & Rose
WHEN: [Backdated] May 13th
WHERE: Central Park
STATUS: Completed
WARNINGS: Death, violence
It had been a few days since Rose brought up that she had a stalker, and Jughead was finding reserves of strength within himself that he hadn’t known he had. He was adamant that nothing would happen to Rose, not on his watch. Trusting her tracking skills and instincts, Jughead was keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of the person who had taken such a keen interest in her. For his part, while he wasn’t nearly the fighter Rose was, Jughead was damn good at taking far more damage than he looked like he could handle. He wouldn’t go so far as to say he was here as cannon fodder, but he had offered himself up as a sacrifice before for people who he felt deserved it far less than Rose did. It was a bit sappy, he knew, but he was in awe of just how amazing Rose was. Capable, deadly, hot as fuck, and even a little scary, Jughead was genuinely flabbergasted that Rose liked a nobody like him. Now was not the time to think about all that, though. The asshole trying to mess with Rose was around here somewhere. And if Jughead wasn’t vigilant, whoever it was might succeed. If he hadn’t been paying attention as carefully as he was, he would have missed the glint of light that seemed out of place. His body started moving before his mouth, arms reaching out to wrap around Rose while he tackled her to the ground, shielding her as he heard the soft retort of a rifle. The first bullet clipped his shoulder, giving him just enough time to let her know where he thought the shots were coming from. It was the second bullet that did him in. Ripping through his side, shock and pain filled his eyes as he looked up at Rose, a smile coming to his lips knowing she was still alive. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She should have been the one protecting. She should have been the one taking the bullets. The tumble didn’t phase her, Rose had been through worse. A whole lot worse. Rose couldn’t count the number of times she’s died and come right back from it. Jughead knew that. Jughead knew she could heal. “You idiot.” Her eyes darted around the expression on his face. “No, no. Don’t do this,” Rose begged. Everything was still and it was unnerving. Rose rolled, gently putting Jughead on his back. It was true, he knew she could heal. However, he also knew that she stood a better chance of surviving without having to worry about him. He had acted on instinct, Jughead not bothering to think twice about his actions. If Jughead had any regrets he certainly wasn’t showing them. Rose was alright. Rose would be able to get herself to safety and then take out this asshole. “Too late.” His smile widened as he let out a quiet laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Jughead said. Admittedly, he knew as well as she did that he wouldn’t. Jughead sucked in a quick breath, looking up at Rose. “You got this.” |