Soulmates - Core Four Fanfiction

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Hi guys, I'm so so sorry for disappearing again. School has been eating me alive :( It's really late but I really miss writing so I'm staying up to write some stuff for you guys right now. I hope you like it, and thank you to those who still support me even tho I disappear for long periods of time <3 I love you all, you're the reason I still write 

♥betty♥

I can feel myself slowly drifting out of sleep, a smile on my face. Not sure why, just feel like today is gonna be a good day. I keep my eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep as I snuggle into my pillow a little more -- I didn't want this sleep to end because for some reason, it was the best sleep I think I've ever had. As a shake my head gently to reposition myself into the pillow, I feel my nose graze something, jolting my eyes open.

I smile at the sight. It completely slipped my half-asleep mind that Jughead was here. His arm was still wrapped around my torso, but we had ended up facing each other now. A few of his black curls falling over his face and moving gently as they get hit with the air coming from his nose. I bring my hand up to the hair gently, moving it away from his peaceful face just in case it tickles him. He's had a rough few weeks, and I don't want to wake him up when he looks so happy. I move a little closer, cuddling my head into the nape of his neck and hugging him tightly. He lets out a gentle sigh. I close my eyes again, taking in the comfort and drifting back off to sleep.

~ An Hour Later ~

I wake up to a simple touch on the back of my head. I smile to myself as Jug runs his hand through my hair which was let down, how I usually keep it when I sleep. 

"Morning" I say, rubbing my nose against his chest. He had one arm rubbing my head softly and the other cradling under me tightly, like a little cocoon.

"Good Morning, Betts. How'd you sleep?"

I move up so that we're eye to eye, resting on the pillow, his hands adjusting so they simply tuck my hair behind my ear before he folds them under his head.

"I wasn't too much of a bother was I? We must've dazed off, I'm sorry I slept on your bed when your mom had set up the air mattress."

I shake my head with furrowed brows, "Not a bother, Jug. I slept great. The best I have in years, to be honest. And don't worry about it, I didn't mind."

He nods with a smile.

"What about you?" I ask, "How'd you sleep?"

"Amazing." 

"How're you feeling?" I say in worry, caressing the bruise on his face that was now a deep shade of purple. 

He winces slightly, and I move my hand away in response. 

"It's a little sore now, nothing to worry about though."

"I hate that he did that to you."

"I know. Me too." 

"My mom and I will take care of all of this okay? You're staying here." I say. The thought of letting him go back to the same house as his abuser would never be something I'd agree to.

He searches my eyes before rolling onto his back. "I can't do that, Betts."

I pull myself up on my elbow to look down at him, "What? Yes you can. And you will."

He looks at me with teary eyes, "No, Betty, I can't just intrude in your life like that."

"You listen to me Jughead Jones, you're already far deep into my life. I haven't been able to get rid of you for the past 16 years and now is not the time that intrusion should be pulled into question." I giggle, trying to lighten the mood as I pat his chest.