one-shots || bughead + sprousehart

"talk to me, please." pt. 1 - bughead

A sudden knock on his trailer door startled Jughead awake from his sleep. He groaned while leaving the warm bed, checking the time on the clock.

1 am.

Who the héll would be at his trailer, in the pouring rain, at 1 am?

He sauntered to the door and opened it, only to find a soaking wet, teary-eyed Betty. She had a pastel blue dress stuck to her body, a dark red cardigan layering over it.

Jughead's eyes immediately filled with worry, knowing exactly where she had come from. He pulled her inside his trailer, shutting the door behind them. "Betty, ohmygod." He gasped, taking her in his arms.

Betty's lips were sealed and her eyes were blank, like she didn't even realise he was there. "Betts..?" Jughead's voice was lost as he tried to shake her out of her trance.

No response.

Only more tears started spilling from her eyes. Jughead sighed in concern, wrapping his arms around the delicate girl. She didn't hug back, her arms hanging loosely around her body.

"What happened Betts? Talk to me, please." He begged once he pulled away. Again there came no reply.

Her eyes kept staring right in front of her, not even looking at him once.

Jughead sighed once more, not knowing what to do or how to get her to talk to him.

How the héck did he not know she was sent to the fùcking sisters?

"Oh baby, what did they do to you?" He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her head.

Cautiously he placed his hand on her back and led her to the couch. He settled her on it, before walking away to get some dry and clean clothes.

He tried to be careful with her, not wanting to startle her with any sudden actions.

Betty was covered in mud and water, her hair was messy and small wounds were all over her face. She sat there on the couch, her body quivering slightly, her breathing unsteady and her clothes almost glued to her thin body.

When Jughead came back with one of his shirts and a first-aid kit, she was still in the exact same position he had left her in. It seemed like she was possessed, or maybe even drugged.

Slowly Jughead moved towards the blonde and placed the stuff on the table. He crouched down next to her.

"I have some dry clothes for you, do you want to put them on?" She gave no response. Jughead took his hand through his hair and decided to just change her himself.

He pulled the soaked, red cardigan from her body. Afterwards he helped her stand up and removed the blue dress from.

Betty stood there, her bare body filled with bruises and small scars. Jughead looked at the painful spots as his heart broke into pieces.

Only then Jughead's eyes noticed her hands and how they were clenched in her palms. Quickly he pulled one of his shirts over Betty's head, before taking one of her hands. He uncurled it, finding her palm a mess of scars. Her nails were torn apart, but still deepened the fresh wounds.

Jughead felt guilty. Guilty for not saving her, for letting her be broken. He reached for the first-aid kit and took a bandage, wrapping it around her palms. Betty still hadn't said or done anything, she let Jughead fix her up without a word slipping from her lips.

When Jughead had his over-sized shirt on her, and most of her wounds wrapped up in bandages, he placed her back on the soft couch.

"J-J.. Ju-h..j..ug-g." The nickname came trembling over her lips, barely audible. Jughead's head shot up at her, smiling brightly at the sound of her voice.

"Yes, baby, I'm here." He soothed the words while wrapping his arms around her. Her eyes were still blank and no more words came over her lips.

At least she was trying.

Gently he laid her down on the couch, shoving a pillow under her head. He released his arms from her and went to get a blanket from his bedroom.

Once he returned she had fallen fast asleep. He smiled softly and covered her body with the blanket while slipping under it beside her.

"Sleep tight, love." He whispered before drifting back to sleep himself. At least she was safe.

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Jughead was awoken by a scream next to him. His eyes jumped open and he found his beautiful blonde girlfriend crying and sweating beside him with her eyes tight shut.

She tossed around the blanket, her feet kicking the sheets away.

"Betts..!" Jughead sofly yelled, his hands shaking her body carefully. She didn't wake up.

He tried to wake her in every every way possible, until she finally shot awake. She sat straight on the couch, her breathing heavy and her forehead soaked with sweat. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked Jughead right in the eyes.

"I n-need y-you." She stumbled the words over her lips while clutching his shirt tightly. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, letting her tears soak his shirt.

She cried and cried and cried. She cried until there was no water left in her body to cry anymore.

Jughead just held her, not knowing whatever else he should do. "You're here. You're safe." He kept on repeating in her ear, hoping it would somehow calm her.

When her tears finally came to an end she released herself from his arms and looked straight in his eyes. Jughead saw how red and puffy her face was, how some resting tears stained to her cheeks. His heart wrenched at the sight of her.

The broken look in her eyes, the unstoppable tears, the weak voice that had only spoken one sentence.

Her hands started clenching together again, now in the bandage he had wrapped around her palms. He intently took both her hands and uncurled them while holding them in his.

Her eyes showed a look of guilt, like he had caught her doing something illegal. He started rubbing her fingers softly until they lost their tensity and loosened up again.

"I love you." He whispered, kissing her fingers one by one. For the first time it seemed like she had actually heard him, like she actually knew he was there with her.

A tiny smile placed on her lips, so tiny it was almost invisible for someone fat away. "S-sl..eep." She mumbled softly, drifting away to dreamland again.

The simple word caused a smile on Jughead's face once again. Carefully he placed her back on the pillows and covered both of them with the blanket again.

"Night princess." He had whispered before falling asleep himself.

should I make a part 2??
manon <3