Bughead Oneshots 🍔

Broken Piece (Reputation pt. 2)

TW Self Harm 

Betty. Betty Cooper. Elizabeth Cooper. The perfect girl next door. Jughead. Jughead Jones. Forsyth Pendleton Jones III. The outside loner from the wrong side of the tracks. So different, yet so in love. But their romance was forbidden, and the perfect girl next door was forced to choose the perfect boy next door, Archie Andrews.

Jughead's POV

I was devastated. The love of my life had just rejected me, for a boy she didn't even love. I felt empty. Hollow.

My dad wasn't home, he was at the Whyte Wyrm with his gang. He obviously didn't have time for me, just like Betty. She had chosen Archie over me.

In that moment I felt so alone. Like no one wanted me. I was desperate to do anything to stop the pain flooding through my veins.

I grabbed the nearest object i could find. It turned out to be a beer bottle. It was empty, but I had a plan. I smashed the bottle to the floor and it shattered.

I took one of the shards up and looked at it. Something so little could do so much damage. I lifted it up to my wrist, but hesitated. Betty still loved me, even if she was with Archie, and dad had even done an effort to make the trailer nice for me and Betty.

My life was a broken piece, and even if it felt like it was impossible to fix, there was always the manual, but it was too difficult. I didn't understand what to do. I wanted to give up so badly, I had tried for too long. It didn't work. I couldn't fix me.

I took the shard up to my wrist, and this time, without hesitation, I pressed it, hard, to my skin. Blood was flowing everywhere, and I got into an uncontrollable state of panic.

Having not thought about it at all, I had dialed a number. To my surprise my first instinct hadn't been to call 911, but to call Betty.

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Betty's POV

"Hey Jug! You need anything?" I asked unknowingly.

"Betty... I don't know what happened. I just... I..." He said with a scrawny voice.

"Jug! What happened?" I was panicking. The love of my miserable 'perfect' life was in danger.

"I... I don't know... There's red stuff... Everywhere..." His voice was getting weaker.

"Juggie, where are you?" I asked sternly.

"I think... It has a window..." He said, his voice just a quiet noise.

"Are you home?" I asked more sternly.

"Yeah... It's nice." I could barley hear him.

"Hold on Juggie, I'm calling 911, just stay where you are, okay?" My world was shattering to pieces. Please let him be okay.

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I was on my green bike, talking to my phone, and looking for the road to the trailer park. There, the big yellow sign was at the side of the road, stating that Sunnyside Trailer Park was just a couple of meters away.

I steered my bike to the, so familiar, trailer. Before I could walk in through the door a dozen of memories shoved into my brain. Me and Jug, baking gingerbread men with Gladys. Me and Jughead, playing with the serpent pet, Hot Dog. Me and Jughead, doing everything together.