Bughead Oneshots

I don't want to hurt you, Jug

Inspired by a oneshot on tumblr

The day Jughead Jones came back from the hospital, everyone was a wreck. Especially Betty. Everyone had been running around, making sure he was safe and that he wouldn't be hurt.

She would cook food for Jug and FP, bring him blankets and pillows, make sure he took his medicine, had enough to drink. The serpents would come and check on him, Betty's mom would come by and talk with them, Archie would joke around with Jughead while Veronica would talk to Betty.

But on the inside, Jughead just wished things would go back to normal. He wished that everyone would stop treating him like he could break any second. He understood why, though. His cuts and bruises still hadn't healed, and his arm was still in bad condition.

At the end of the day when everyone had left, Betty had stayed. She was still worried about him, tried to help with everything he needed. But really, Jughead was worried about Betty. She was stressed about everything, sometimes he would even catch her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. He would tell Betty to stop, and she would take a deep breath and let go. But the entire day, she hadn't done more than hold his hand.

"Betty?" Jughead says, staring up at his gorgeous girlfriend cleaning up the room.

"Yeah, Juggie?" She answers, not even having enough time to glance at him.

"Come 'ere," He smirks.

"I'm almost done cleaning up, Jug. Just let me finish," He could sense the anxiety in her voice.

"Betty," She looks at him, "Calm down for a sec, you don't need to do anything. Now I said, come here." He beckons to her with his good arm from the bedroom. She takes another long breath and walks over to him. It was already 10 o'clock, and FP was out with some of the serpents at the Whyte Wyrm, "Why don't you spend the night? I wanna have you stay with me."

"Umm, yeah, sure, Jug," Betty responds, but Jughead could sense the hesitation in her voice. She closes the door and changes into one of his shirts and booty shorts, much to his dismay.

But then she goes to the closet and grabs an extra pillow and blanket. She sets them up on the floor next to the bed. "What are you doing, Betts?"

"Getting ready for bed."

He chuckles, "No when I asked you to spend the night I meant with me, not on the floor."

"I'm fine here," Her response is quick and short-lived.

"But I want you with me, Betty," Jughead says, using his strength to scoot over near her.

She snaps at him, "I said I'm fine, Jughead."

Does he look hurt from her words, "Talk to me, Betts, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course, Jug."

"Then tell me whats wrong," Jughead was really worried about the girl. He knew she hadn't taken his near-death experience well at all, and her anxiety and depression have been on edge.

"It's nothing," Jughead gives her a look, "Okay, umm... I guess I'm just... scared."

He tilts his head at her, "Scared of what?"

"Of, uh... it's stupid, Jughead. It doesn't even matter." Betty glances down and continues to set up her blanket.

"It matters to me." She doesn't respond, "Betty," He doesn't yell, but the tone of his voice is loud. He doesn't want her hurting. The only thing he can do is help.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jug! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm scared to death of doing anything to cause you pain. I just can't do it, Juggie," Betty blurts out, her pale eyes staring deep into his. Her nails were far into her skin by now.

Jughead sighs, "Betty, you could never hurt me. Ever. You heal me, Betty Cooper. You make me happy on my worst days. You can always bring a smile to my face. You can make me melt instantly with the way you look at me with those goddamn beautiful blue-green eyes. Hell, you're the reason why I always look forward to waking up in the morning. So no, you could never hurt me. You make everything in my world seem amazing. And I love you for that."

Betty starts to cry at his words. Tears of joy or sadness, he doesn't know. Maybe both. "Betts... come here," Jughead grabs her hands and pulls the crying girl into a hug. "You're okay." She's stiff at first but then relaxes into his embrace, letting his lips dry her tears. But then his lips reach her own, and she's kissing back with love and hunger.

Jughead winces, and on reflex flinches back. Betty darts away from him, her hands covering her face as she starts to sob all over again. "No, no, no, no, no. I hurt you. I hurt you, Juggie," She's about to grab her stuff and leave but he stops her.

"Shh, shh, Betts. I'm fine. It's okay, you didn't hurt me, I'm just still getting used to everything. It's okay." But she won't listen. She's frantically crying. But to him, it almost seems more than her just hurting him. It's his near-death experience in general, the fact that her dad is a serial killer who tortured her for months. It's a lot for her to handle, and it all just came crashing down on her.

Jughead tries to get out of bed and hug the sobbing girl, but she stops him. "No, I don't wanna hurt you more than I already have."

"You. Won't. Hurt. Me, Betty. Come back to bed, sweetheart. It's okay, I promise," Jughead coaxes her. She shakes her head no frantically. "Betty, you either come back to bed or I'll have to get up and drag you into it, and I know we both don't want to see that happening." He tries to keep a straight face but fails as he chuckles at her shocked response.

Betty reluctantly turns off the lights and crawls into bed with Jughead. She's on the opposite side of him, but he uses all the strength left in his body to pull her close to him. And he lets her cry it out, all of her thoughts and feelings. He soothes her and whispers of their future in her ear. But they fall asleep, her feeling and hearing the words, "I love you, Betty Cooper," leave his lips and brush over her ear. She has "I love you too, Jughead Jones," stuck on her tongue, but she was too tired to let them come out. But somehow, he could still hear her. Even though nothing came out of her mouth but a slow breath. He knew. He would always know.