#I forgot the euphoria of finishing a project lmao

[the-merry-otter]

LADS LADS LADS I FINISHED THE BAG!!! AND SHE LOOKS SO FUCKN GOOD!!!!

[kellystar321]

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[sicklylittlesnowflake]

i cant tell if u like all snez or just sick snez, but if ur interested in allergy prompts u could write jughead having a fit because of dust on the film reels at the drive in?

( all snz is good snz anon..I live for allergies..this one is on the shorter side because this is snz with no plot lmao..here’s more j\ug snz, which I’m enjoying writing a little shh..very slight mess warning, more spray than actual mess)

Cinema was one of Jughead’s prime passions, this magical art form that felt like home. A home where his family, on their very few good days, could turn to, through the likes of the Twilight Drive In where his family could be a family. Here he could lose himself in the magic of ET, feeling happy for once with his whole family finally together at peace.

Cinema was also his home away from home. It had always been such, serving as his escape when his parents would start fighting and he would just pop in Star Wars for the hundredth time and pretend he was with Luke and friends, and not in this shitty world.

When he’d gotten older Jughead had began to appreciate cinema in a finer, more artistic level, analysing shot compositions and musical scores, the usage of colour and the certain beats in the acting. It had become a beautiful source of art that taught him much about the world, and about himself, that he could also turn to when things took a turn for the worse.

The cinema once again became a home to him, and this time a literal home, when things in his family turned for the worst and he was forced to live in one. It wasn’t the worst situation, he could be sleeping on park benches or underneath bridges, here he had a bed and an albeit shitty, but still did the job radiator, money, and of course free access to the cinema. However some days, the Drive In wasn’t too kind to Jughead.

It had all started when he headed to the Drive In after school, where and as he made his way to the entrance he was caught by his boss.

“Jughead!” He called out.

“Hey,” Jughead greeted.

“Just want to give ya the schedule for tonight,” He announced, giving him a list, and then pulled out a ten dollar bill out of his pocket, handing it to a very confused Jughead.

“It’s a long night tonight Jug, go buy yourself some snacks,” His boss told him before leaving.

Jughead gave him a thankful smile and made his way over to the food stand where he bought himself a large soda, a large bag of chips, a hot dog and fries, bringing them all back to the little projection booth he called home.

Setting down what he had been holding on a little table, he pulled out the list given to him by his boss and reviewed the schedule for tonight. Shattered Glass for the 6 o clock movie, Rudderless for the 8 o clock movie and finally Night of the Hunter for the 10 o clock movie.

Jughead blinked, while these movies were great, they were very uncommon. They weren’t the typical new releases or art house indies or classic cinema that usually came up on the itinerary, which Jughead found himself excited for.

That was until he realised he would have to handle the dusting pile of reels rather than the clean pile of reels that were set to their own pile because they were used more often or the new pile of reels they had gotten from companies.

It was no secret Jughead had quite a sensitive nose, wondering what it was like for people like Archie who could go days and sometimes weeks without sneezing, when he was sneezed at least every few hours each day. Many things set his nose off, but nothing more so than dust.

Jughead grimaced, breathing out as he braced himself for what was to come, knowing this was practically inevitable.  He inhaled sharply, seeing if he could get through this without breathing and approached one pile of the dusty reels, lifting some to see what they were titled to attempt and locate the reels he needed. As he did the dust shook off, flying out into the air around him.

Jughead pulled his head back away from the cloud of dust, scrunching his nose to try and stop the particles from entering his nose, but to no avail the little flecks began to tickle the insides of his nose, rummaging around and irritating the already quite sensitive lining.

His breath immediately began to hitch, as he put down the dusty Once reel down, his nostrils quivering with irritation as he backed off from the dusty corner, cupping his hands around his nose and mouth in preparation for the coming sneezes. What Jughead forgot was the fact that his hands were coated in dust, causing the turning point in his battle against the tickle.

“hhahhhiiIITTSSHHOOO!! hehh..hhIISSHHHOOO! oh Jesus fuck, hahhSHHHIEWW!”

Jughead groaned tiredly, rubbing irritably at his nose. He scrunched it to try and force the irritation out of there, but to no avail. He sniffled wetly, the tickle still there, out of his reach, lingering. His eyes watered, breath hitching slightly with a staccato rhythm, nose twitching every so often but not allowing him to sneeze, leaving him in this dreadful limbo of a buildup.

Jughead continued to rummage through the likes of movie reels, eyes watering more and more as he did so. A few irritated tears managed to escape his reddened eyes, dropping down his cheek as he awkwardly tried to wipe them away. His hat had started to collect with dust, so he yanked the grey object off his hair and tossed it towards his bed. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he located Shattered Glass, pulling the reel out, but effectively causing it to spew out yet another cloud of dust, heading straight towards his face.

Jughead gasped as this dust cloud practically viciously attacked him, desperately fanning at his face as the burning, tickling sensation filled his sinuses and caused his eyes to produce more irritated tears that fell down his face. His nostrils flared, a slight sheen of mess lining them, as he hitched desperately, the tickle so intense that he was mentally begging for the sneeze to just happen. Finally, his body allowed him to as he pitched forward and bent at the waist.

“..hh..hhRRSSCHHHOOO! ..hahh..hehh..hahh!!…hehhhtSCHHIIEWWWW!! HhaaSSSHOOO! hehhEEEHHSHOOOO! Oh mby god..”

A fine mist of spray lightly coated the reel he had been holding, causing him to cringe and wipe away at it with his hat, and proceeded to settle the reel down at the table.

Just as he felt a wave of relief, he suddenly realised that he still had to go looking for two other reels for the night. He groaned softly as he took in his fate, taking note of his available options as he sat down on the bed. He could give his poor nose a break for now, go looking for the other reel towards the third act of this movie and then do the same for the next movie, but suffer three different fits, or he could find them all now at the cost of one, but intense and overpowering fit that will take a while to recover from.

Jughead sucked in a breath, braving himself and opting to go for the latter. He got up, eyeing the pile of dusty reels and exhaled, mentally trying to prepare himself.

He took a look at one higher up shelf, noticing a pattern in which there were quite a few music movies stacked together. Jughead figured that maybe he would be able to find Rudderless amongst these reels, and reached up, lifting to try and find the film he was looking for, at the expense of causing dust and little dust bunnies to fall from the shelf, practically right into his face and thus his suffering nostrils.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jug–hehh!! hahhTSCHHIEWWW! fuck..hehhtssSSSCHOOO! hahhRRRSHHH! hahhEETSCHH! hAAHHIISHHH!!”

Jughead pulled a reel out, and to his delight it was in fact, Rudderless. Letting out a sigh of relief, he blew the dust away from it which made his nose twitch yet again. Rolling his eyes with annoyance, he sneezed into his shoulder, “hheehhhEETSCCHH!!”

“I hate mby life,” Jughead groaned as he sniffled wetly, reaching for a some toilet paper he had stolen from the bathroom for his makeshift home and blew, exhausted and drained. He wiped at the irritated tears streaming down his face, finding it hard to keep his eyes open now that they were so tired of crying. He rubbed aggressively at his itchy nose, sucking in a breath and mentally preparing for the final reel.

Jughead began to aggressively search for the Night of the Hunter, hoping doing so would get it over with faster but only proceeded in throwing more dust into the air at an alarming rate.

“hehh..oh fuck,” Jughead cursed with irritation, the little particles of dust dancing around in his nostrils, tickling the lining as they flared with irritation. “..hhh..HEHHTTSHHHIEWW! oh Jesus..hahhtTTTSCHHIEWWWW!!”

Jughead groaned loudly as he ferociously scrubbed his face as it began to itch, wiping away agitated tears as he did so, nose dripping and sore. He continued to search, coughing ticklishly as dust continued to assault him, desperately swatting the air around his face with one hand while the other continued to search.

Once the pile had been searched, he moved on to the next, praying that it was the one. Jughead’s breath hitched mercilessly, entire body convulsing as he did so, tears clouding his vision. He found himself tilting his head backwards, taking in a sharp inhale as he pitched forward.

“hhEETSSSCHHOOOO! hahhTTTSCHHHIEWWW! ehhhtHHTSHHHHH!! hhh..hhhRSSSH!!” He sneezed powerfully, the pile becoming lightly coated in a mist. Then, his fingers came into contact with one reel, pulling it outwards, pushing dust with it. A feeling of euphoria washed over his body as the reel labelled “The Night of the Hunter” and he literally wanted to cry with happiness.

Jughead yanked the reel out, his battle ending with one huge finish, through the medium of a large puff of dust flying into his face.

“HahhhEEETTTTSCHHH! HhhRRRRSSCHHH!! hehhhTTTTTSCCHHHHH!” Jughead sneezed violently, head bobbing forward as his breath continued to hitch, taking in more dust.

“hhahhhRRRRSCHHH!! TTSSSCHHH!! Fuck..” He moved out of the dusty corner, retreating towards his bed and sitting down exhaustedly, nostrils reddened and quivering still, as well as his hitching breath.

“HhhEEETTSSCHOOO! HahhhRRRSSSCHHOOOO! hhhehh..hehhh..hahhhhh..”

The sneeze was just out of his reach, his nose tickling so badly, and he knew this one. The one that would finally win against the tickle, and he desperately yearned for it. He tilted his head back, nostrils quivering in anticipation as his mouth parted, breath hitching intensely. Jughead reached for the toilet roll, ripping a piece out as he quickly rolled the piece into a sharp point and stuck it up his left nostril, and the sneeze came out instantaneously.

“HhhhhaAAAAAATTSSCHHHOO!”

Jughead let out a moan of relief, lying back as he recovered himself. He panted, completely drained from this exhausting fit.

“Jesus Christ,” He whispered to himself, glad that it was over.

Suddenly, his boss was knocking and letting himself in to see the sight of Jughead exhausted, pale and nose a deep shade of rest, allergic tears running down his face.

“Oh,” His boss commented, a little stunned. Clearing his throat he continued, “Just wanted to give you the heads up you can set up the film now and start whenever it’s ready..uh..you okay?”

Jughead grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, just a little bit of dust.”