Bughead Oneshots

He said he would hurt you if I didn't cut you out

This one-shot was recommended to me by EchoAllison (Search her user b/c wattpad for some reason won't let me tag her)

I was so happy to write this b/c I thought it was an amazing prompt. Please go give her a follow and read her outstanding stories. This oneshot shows the conversation Betty and Jughead had when they got back together after their break up caused by the black hood. Just letting you know in advance- there is a lotttt of fluff :) :) Don't forget to vote , comment, and leave some suggestions.

Betty's POV:

After I had called the black hood, I rushed over to Jughead's trailer. Running, a million thoughts go through my mind. I think about how hurt Jughead felt... how heartbroken he seemed. I thought about how he must feel, how confused he must be. I thought of him and Toni, I thought of them at Pop's. All of these thoughts made me want to scream. My nails dig into my palms, harder than I ever had before. Soon enough I feel blood. I ignore it.

I get to Jughead's trailer. I walk up the stairs in a hurry, but hesitate when I get to the door. More questions run through my head. What if Jughead doesn't wanna be with me anymore? What if Jughead is too mad at me to talk? What if... what if he doesn't love me anymore? I mean, I broke his heart, all because of the stupid Black Hood. The Black Hood made me do this, I think to myself, This isn't my fault. Jughead will understand... he has to. But what if he doesn't? Oh god, no, how am I going to explain this? I'm a horrible, horrible person.

Tears come to my eyes. I could break down crying at any moment, but I have to talk to him. I have to talk to Jughead.

I knock on the door and wipe away the tears on my cheeks. He opens the door, "Betty? What are you doing here?" Jughead says. He notices my crying eyes, "Betts, whats wrong? Come in."

I walk right past him so he can't see my face. I brush the blood from my hands on my pants before I cover my crying eyes. The lump in my throat makes it hard to breath.

"Betty, you're scaring me." Jughead whispers.

I take a deep breath, "Juggie," My voice cracks, "I'm... I'm sorry. Please, please let me explain... Explain why I did what I did." I turn around and face him, revealing my tear stained skin.

"Betts-" Jughead starts before I cut him off.

"No, let me talk, please. The, the, b-black h-hood, he..." I can't get my words out from fear of breaking down. "He called me and... made me do things... things that ruined my life. He made me end my friendship with Veronica, or else he would," I take another breath, "He would hurt her." I whisper, my voice almost gone.

A few more tears fall from my pale eyes. Juggie makes eye contact with me, a look of worry on his face. I turn away. "He... threatened me. Said that if I didn't do what he said, that he would hurt me, or Polly, or Veronica, or... you, Juggie. He said he would hurt you if I didn't cut you out of my life. And it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."

I turn my head back to him. He's silent, nothing but a blank look. "And I couldn't do it, Juggie. I couldn't. All I could picture was your face when I told you that we were done, that I couldn't see you anymore. That I couldn't... love you anymore," My voice cracks again, "So I told Archie to do it, and I told him not to be hard on you, but he was. And I'm so, so sorry, Jughead. I'm a horrible person. I can't even stand myself," I hardly notice that my nails have yet again pierced the skin on my palms. I dug in so hard that blood had started to drip down my hands.

I stare at Jughead, waiting for a response. For a few seconds he says nothing. I start to breath heavily, hyperventilating, covering my mouth from the sobs that threaten to come out. "Please, just say something, anything," I whisper.

"Oh, Betty," Jughead says, walking toward me, engulfing me in a hug.

"Jughead," I sob out into his chest, "I love you... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Betts, it's okay. You're fine. I'm fine. Breath, baby, breath," Juggie whispers in my ear. He holds me at arms length, his hands on my cheeks, brushing away my tears. "Look at me," I squeeze my eyes shut, scared and vulnerable, "Betty, look at me," I open my eyes. Jughead looks sad, but he also has a look of love on his face. "I. Love. You. Okay? Never forget that. Yes, this was a bump along the road, but here we are. Together again. Where we're meant to be."

I take a long, deep breath, looking down at my blood stained hands. Jughead sees too, and brings them to his lips, just like that night in Pop's, when I first told him about my harm. He kisses them and looks me deep in my eyes. I pull him into a hug, holding him as tight as I can.

Another breath. In, and out. I relax into him. Jughead pulls away, hands back on my cheeks. His lips slowly meet mine. Like coffee, addicting to the point where its the only thing you can think about. More, more, more. "I love you," Juggie whispers against my lips, "Juliet."

"My Romeo," I whisper back, "I love you."

As we kiss, salty tears run down my pale face. Jughead kisses them away.

We make our way to his bed, sitting down together with relief. I still have emotions bottled up inside me. "Betty, are you okay?" Jughead asks me, arms around my shoulders.

I take a breath and shake my head no, lips pursed. I break down in his arms yet again, sobbing my eyes out. I let go of everything. All the emotions inside me come pouring out... out to the boy I'm madly in love with.

We end the night cuddled up together, nothing to do but enjoy each other's presence. It's over. It's finally over. All the torture, the hurt, the heartbreak. It's done, I think to myself, pressed up against Jughead. It's all done.

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