Bughead Oneshots

We Were Supposed to Have a Happy Ending- Part One

After 2x21

Paralyzed.

A high-pitched ringing.

Muted surroundings.

Blurred vision.

Hyperventilating breaths.

Stopped heart.

This was all Betty Cooper could feel as she gazed at the blood-filled face of the boy she was in love with. She couldn't move. Not a limb, not a muscle. Her heart had stopped and fallen to the pit of her stomach. Everything ached and she felt as if she were burning up in flames. Her brain couldn't process anything, she doesn't even know how her feet started to stumble in the direction of the boy's body. The hands of her friends reached her back and grabbed her clothes but she kept moving, brushing them off. The ringing in her ears wouldn't stop. It was all she could hear. She couldn't hear the cries of her friends or the crunching of the leaves as people ran around. All she could focus on was the boy in front of her. The limp body of Jughead Jones.

Betty heaved in a breath. It was agony, filled with pain. Her lungs burned from holding her breath for too long. She was gone, lost in a world of thought. But she couldn't think or feel. It was nothing. It couldn't be real. Jughead Jones couldn't be dead. Jughead Jones should be holding her in his arms. Jughead Jones should be cooing her as she sobs. Jughead Jones should be the Romeo to her Juliet... except with a happy ending. Not like this. It wasn't supposed to end this way.

FP's knees had given out under him. He was kneeling on the floor, Jughead lying helplessly in his arms. Tears were in his eyes. He looked lost too.

Everything seemed to hit her at once. The pain, the screams, the sobs... Betty fell to her knees in front of the boy she was hopelessly in love with. Her shaking hands came over his body and fell to his cheeks. A warm layer of blood coated her hands. Somehow, she got herself to speak. It wasn't her brain doing the work though, her brain was long gone. It was her heart speaking.

"Jug," The second she said his name she broke down into sobs. The world stopped its spin and all of the sounds faded away. She could only feel the heaving of her chest and the face of the broken boy before her. Her sobs got louder and louder, but she couldn't hear anything. Nothing at all. "Jughead!" Betty yelled out, opening her eyes and getting closer to his body.

The next thing she heard was the sound of an ugly, loud, heartbreaking scream. She didn't realize it was coming from her. She didn't know her lungs were breaking at that very moment. She sobbed and screamed and let her heart fall out of her chest. "Jughead! Wake up!" Her voice was raspy from screaming, gone and scratchy to listen to. "You have to wake up, Jug! You have to!" Betty shook his body hard. She had lost it, "Please wake up, Juggie... You can't leave me... Please don't leave me."

She didn't know who called the ambulance, but its sirens blared in the air. Hands pulled her away from the boy as an ambulance pulled up and paramedics grabbed Jughead from his father's arms. "No," was all her broken voice could get out.

Everything seemed to be a blur. FP hauled her into the vehicle, them sitting down as it rushed away. The medical staff checked his breathing and pulse rates. She didn't know anything. Nothing seemed to reach her brain. The drive was a nightmare. Her constant sobbing, fast-paced breathing, chants. She felt as if he was her anchor... but how could he be her anchor if he was gone?

They reached the hospital. Doors fly open, yells were heard across the room. Jughead has wheeled away into a room where no family could go.

"You better fucking save him!" Betty cries out, "Don't you dare let him die!" She was delusional, repeating her words over and over again. FP glanced at the hysterical girl and pulled her into his arms, stopping her yells.

"He'll be fine, Betty. It's okay, calm down," But FP was unsure himself about Jughead's condition. His sticky blood from FP's hands got all over her shirt, but she didn't care. There was no reason to anymore.

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They had all fallen asleep in the waiting room. Limbs were sprawled over the chairs and floor. Cheryl's head lay on Toni's lap as she played with her hair. Veronica and Archie were asleep on a bench, their foreheads connected. FP was laying down on a chair, his sleeping face still full of worry. Sweet Pea was still awake, but of no use to Betty. They weren't even friends. But for Betty, however, she sits restlessly in a chair, waiting for any news on her boyfriend.

All of a sudden, sensations rushed through her- Jughead kissing her knuckles, her cheeks, her lips, her body. Hands cupping her cheeks. Short, long-lived gazes, not meant for the other to see. Bodies pressed together in the pitch of the night. The cold rush of air as he opened her window to sneak into bed with her late in the twilight. Tired eyes washing over each other in the middle of watching a movie. The warmness and safe feeling of waking up together.

She wanted to cry out at the thought of never getting to feel any of that again. But she couldn't. For Betty Cooper was too tired. Too tired to sob. Too tired to speak. Too tired to sleep. Tired.

She glances down at her hands. She hadn't even noticed she had broken her skin yet again. The crescent moon shaped scares almost glaring at her. Look at what you've done, Betty. This is all your fault. She didn't know what to think of herself.

But there's no grief, there's no denial. Betty just has to trust her feelings. She knows their story is nowhere close to over yet. It was just getting started.

Part two coming soon. thank you all so much for 2k reads! :)