Bughead Oneshots 🍔

Control

⚠️Trigger Warning: Self Harm⚠️

Betty's POV

"Hey what's wrong baby?" Jughead asked gently.

"Nothing, I'm just tired, like usual." I said, chuckling.

"You've been tired a lot lately, don't you think you should see a doctor about it?" He tried.

"No, it's okay." I lied.

"Okay, well I gotta go to class. Call me if you need anything." And so he ran off.

My life was a literal mess. Archie and Veronica didn't even want to be around me anymore, just because of the problems I created around me. The only one who still loved me was Jug, but I didn't want to hurt him. So instead of hurting other people, I had flipped the coin, and started hurting myself. It was easier that way. In that way, I had control.

Before I knew it my break was over, and I needed to get to class. Even though it felt like my head was going to explode.

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"Today we are starting a project concerning the nervous system, and I choose the groups." You could hear the class sigh in frustration.

"Now, the partners. Archibald and Reginald, Ethel and Josephine, Cheryl and Moose, Kevin and Fangs, Veronica and Sweetpea, and Elizabeth will be on her own." Professor Clarke finished.

Well, it wasn't too bad being alone. I mean, I wouldn't be bothered by anyone else. Although, my desk was right behind Cheryl and Moose's.

"Hey Betty!" Cheryl exclaimed unusually friendly.

"Hey, I guess?" I answered.

"So, dear cousin, how have you been?" She smiled.

"Okay, just a little bit stressed abo-"
I was cut off by laughter.

"You literally thought I would talk to an ugly loser like you?" The classroom was full of humiliation

I just couldn't bear it. I quickly found my way to my locker, took my stuff, and left.
--

"Why aren't you at work?!"

"I'm sorry Hal, I have the flu!"

"Alice you can't just stay at home and rest the livelong day!"

"I was sick!"

I was in my room, I had sneaked in while they were throwing things at each other. This was the usual setting at home. Mom and dad, yelling at each other, throwing things. I'm not complaining though. It gives me time to let my pain out without anyone noticing. I would usually yell in my pillow, cry, cut, whatever would make the pain in my mind stop.

--

I was in the middle of having a panic attack when Jughead called.

"Hey baby, how are you? I didn't see you at school after break. Are you okay?" He said.

"N-no, I-I wen-went home b-because I f-felt sick." I managed to stutter.

"Betty, I'm coming over." He declared.

"N-no! Don't-" I was cut off.

"I'm coming over, end of discussion."

"Don't let mom and dad see you." I whispered before the line was cut off.

--

"Baby, why?" Jug had accidentally lifted up my sleeve, and was now looking at the bloodstained lines across my arm.

"I don't know, I just-" I started sobbing.

"It's okay baby, just try to stop."

"I can't! If I do, everyone, including you, would be in danger!" I snapped.

"Betts, no one will get hurt, just try, for me?" He said calmly.

"I'll try, but..."

"But what?" He asked slowly.

"I don't know if I can." I looked into his eyes and he pulled me into a tight hug.

"I love you Jug." I said between my sobs.

"I love you too Betts."

A/N

Hey guys! Let me know if you want me to do a part two in the comments.

I also wanted to ask you for some requests that I can make, because I'm kinda out of ideas. Happy autumn!

[Halloween is soon, yay!🎃]