Bughead Oneshots

Rebound

"You were just a rebound, Jughead! Just someone to help me get over my breakup with Archie. Just a meaningless one night stand. Someone you sleep with and never talk to again," Betty yelled. I nodded my head quickly and hurried off to the Blue and Gold. Once I made it in the room, I closed the door, locked it, and pressed my back against it, letting my tears fall. I actually really like Betty and I let my emotions cloud my judgement so we slept together. God I'm such an idiot. 

Betty's POV:
Seeing Jughead hurry away like that broke my heart. I actually really like him but if we get together my popularity might be decreased and my friends might leave me. I can't risk that.

Later on, I was walking through the hall and I saw Jughead. He kept his head down and his books held tightly to his chest. He looked up and we made eye contact but he quickly looked away. I couldn't help but notice his red, puffy eyes. He's been crying and I bet it's my fault. I knew he had feelings for me and I probably really hurt him. 

That went on for a week. Jughead avoiding me at all costs but I guess that's what I asked for. When I saw him, he had scratches and bruises littering his face. Then he wasn't at school one day which was totally unusual for him because he never missed a day of school, no matter what. So after school, I drove to his trailer. The day we slept together, we talked for hours before hand and he told me his dad works during the day. I went up to the door and knocked. A few minutes later, no one answered but I knew he was home because his truck was outside. I knocked again. No answer. So I did the only logical thing I could think of, let myself in. I walked into the trailer, a gasp leaving my lips as I saw the smashed up beer bottles and flipped furniture. "Jughead?" I called out. No answer. I walked further into his trailer, checking every room. That's when I saw him. Sitting on the bathroom floor, knees up, his dog Hotdog sitting under them, back of his wrists on top of his knees with cuts on the inside, blood spilling down his arms, the top of his head pressed against the wall, face pointed toward the ceiling, his eyes closed with dark bags beneath them, and tears falling down his cheeks. That's when my heart shattered. He was hurting himself. "Jug?" I whispered. His eyes opened and his head snapped towards me. "Betty?" His eyes widened and the suddenly more tears started cascading down his face. "You're not real. You're a hallucination. I'm crazy." My eyes welled up with tears. "No, Jug. I'm here." I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He leaned into me and then sat up straight. "No Jughead. Stop. She's not really here. Betty doesn't care about you. She told you that herself. You're just a meaningless one night stand. A rebound. That's a hallucination." I shook my head and hugged him tighter, letting my tears fall freely. "No, no Jug. I care about you so much more than you can imagine." He started squirming as more and more tears rolled down his cheeks. "No, no. That's how I know your not real. Betty doesn't care about me. This, this is why my mom left. Because I'm crazy and dad is a drunk. Why? Of all people to hallucinate. It has to be Betty.  Maybe it's because she took my virginity. That's probably why I can't get her out of my head." I gasped at everything he's saying. His mother left him, his father's a drunk, I took his virginity? God, why am I such an idiot?! "No, Jug. I need you to listen to me. I care about you so much. That is why I'm going to clean you up and your going to go to bed, okay?" He nodded and I got up to grab the supplies to clean him up. I cleaned the cuts and wrapped them. I helped him up and led his to his room, Hotdog on our heels. I dropped my backpack on the floor and helped him into his bed. I grabbed the covers and pulled them over his body. Hotdog jumped up on the bed. I turned around and Jughead grabbed my arm. "Don't leave me again, please?" Small tears fell out of his eyes and hit his pillow. "Hey, hey. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just taking my shoes off." He nodded and I quickly slipped off my shoes. I climbed into bed next to him and he placed his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my torso. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. Hotdog layed on my across my stomach. We all fell asleep quickly.
The next morning I woke up to my alarm for school. I quickly shut it off not wanting to wake Jughead. I decided not to got to school today. Jug needs me more right now. I fell back asleep thanking that he didn't wake up. 
Some time later, I woke up again completely refreshed. I looked around to see the sun shining through the blinds. At some point after my school alarm went off, we switched positions and now Hotdog was sleeping at our feet and Jug's head was in my neck. I felt his soft, steady breathing luring me back into sleep. I looked down at his fluffy hair and remembered how nice it felt in my fingers so I reached my hand up and knitted them into it, softly rubbing his scalp. I felt his eyelashes flutter against my neck. He suddenly jolted into a sitting position, heavily breathing. "I-I'm so sorry. What are you doing here? What happened yesterday? Did I do something stupid? Did I say something stupid? Oh my god!" All the questions flew out of his mouth at the same time. He stood up and started pacing around. I stood up with him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He tensed then relaxed. "It's okay Jug. I just came to check on you yesterday because you missed school and when I got here... you were... h-hurting yourself. You thought I was a hallucination, and talked about how your mother left, your fathers a drunk, and how you have feelings for me but thought I hated you and... that I took your virginity." His breath sped up and he started shaking. He was having a panic attack. "Hey, hey calm down." I hugged him tightly. He rested his head on my shoulder and took shaky breaths. I felt a wet spot on my shirt and knew that meant he was crying. "Shh. It's okay, Jug," I said and kissed the top of his head.
He finally calmed down and lifted his head off my shoulder. He tried to pull away from the hug but I wouldn't let him go. "Jug, I just want to let you know that I care about you so much. I can't believe I let my want for popularity get in the way of my true feelings. I guess I just thought if we got together, my friends wouldn't want to be my friends anymore but if they abandoned me then they don't really care about me. And I wondered why you had no memory of last night. I also want to ask why you were... doing what you were doing in the bathroom." He sighed resting his head back on my shoulder. "Sometimes my... d... depression gets the better of me and I-I do things that help me cope, I guess. I usually have no memory after an episode." I nodded and kissed his cheek. Just then we heard the door slam open and shut. "Hide!" Jughead whisper-shouted. He slid my backpack under his bed with my shoes and pushed me into his closet. I hid as best as possible. I heard heavy footsteps pounding into Jughead's room. "Boy! Why aren't you in school?!" I heard a man shout. "I-I accidentally slept in. I was g-going to g-go right now." I heard Hotdog growl and then he was thrown against the wall with a whimper. I crouched down and put out my hand, signalling him to come over to me. He ran into the closet and I picked him up with petting him lightly. Then I heard grunting and the smashing of beer bottles.  The heavy footsteps stomped back to the front of the trailer and opened then slammed the door shut. I pushed open the closet doors and saw Jug, laying against the end of his bed, his face bleeding and glass sticking out from different places in his arms. His arm was wrapped around his torso, his face contorted in pain. So his dad was the one giving him the scratches and bruises. No wonder he has depression. I ran up to him and hugged him, trying to avoid the places he was hurt, which was a lot, by the way. "You know what? Pack a bag. You're staying at my house for a while. I don't want you or Hotdog staying in this house with that man, who just hurt you both." Jug tried to get up but grunted in pain. "Or," I started, grabbing his hand to help him up, "I can pack you a bag and you can just chill on your bed." He nodded and I helped him sit against his headboard with pillows behind him to keep him comfortable. I grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding from his arms and face and gave it to him. I packed enough clothes for him to stay at least a week at my house. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed all his toiletries. I grabbed my bag from under the bed and slipped on my shoes. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed Hotdog's bowls and food. I put them in my backpack because Jughead's was full. I grabbed Jughead's school bag and went outside to put them in my car. I walked back inside and into Jughead's room and grabbed both of our phones and his charger, slipping them into my back pockets. I grabbed his hand to help him up and grabbed the pillows I kept behind him. We slowly made it out to my car. I put the seat back and put the pillows on it. I sat him down and helped him buckle in. "Thank you." He whispered. "I owe you this one. Plus I wasn't going to just leave you here with that monster," I said making him chuckle. I walked back inside and grabbed Hotdog's leash and attached it to his collar. I walked him outside and sat him on Jug's lap. I hopped in the driver's seat and started the car. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded. I drove to my house and grabbed the three bags. I put one on my back, one on top of that one and carried one. In that same hand, I grabbed Hotdog's leash and in my other hand grabbed Jug's hand. I helped him out of the car and he grabbed the pillows. We walked inside and my mom immediately ran up to us. "Oh my goodness, Elizabeth. You gave me a fright. Where were you? Why aren't you in school? A- Oh. Um, who is this fine young man Betty?" I took a deep breath. "Mom, this is my... boyfriend, Jughead. Last night I stayed with him because he needed me. And this is Hotdog." She nodded. "Well, uh, you should go get him cleaned up and settled in your room, then I wanna talk to you for a minute, yeah?" "Okay." I led Jughead and Hotdog up the stairs to my room and got them comfortable on my bed. I pulled all the glass out of Jug's arms then I cleaned his cuts and bandaged them. "Okay. I need you to lift your shirt so I can check and see if your ribs are bruised." He nodded and slowly lifted his shirt. There was a huge bruise forming on his ribs, already a deep purple and blue color. "My God, Jug. It's bad. I'm gonna go get you some ice. Here," I said and handed him his phone. "I'll be right back but just in case anything happens while I'm gone, text me." He sighed. "I can't. I don't have your number..." "Oh. Um, give me your phone then." He handed me his phone and I typed in my number, setting my contact name as 'Betty <3'. "There." I gave him back his phone and hurried downstairs to get some frozen vegetables or something. "Ah, Betty dear. What happened to Jughead?" My mom asked when she saw me. I grabbed some frozen peas from the freezer. "I'll explain in a minute, I have to get these to Jug." She nodded. I hurried upstairs and went into my room where Jug was just sitting on my bed petting Hotdog, who was cuddled in his side. I walked over to him and gently placed the peas on his torso. His face slowly relaxed and I could tell they were helping. "I'm just gonna go talk to my mom for a bit. I'll be back okay?" He nodded. He's been quiet since what happened, well happened and I feel bad. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and ran downstairs to my mom with butterflies exploding in my stomach. I sat down at the table with my mom and started to explain. "So yesterday, Jug wasn't in school and that worried me so I went to check on him and he wasn't in the best place mentally so I stayed with him last night." She had a look of sympathy on her face. "But what about the scratches and stuff?" I gulped. "Um, his dad was drunk and got mad at him for not being in school. Hotdog tried to help but he got... thrown... into a-a wall. I just wasn't comfortable with them staying there." She nodded. "Alright, Elizabeth. They can stay as long as they need." "Thanks, Mom." I hugged her and ran up the stairs. Jughead was still sitting on my bed but now Hotdog was sitting on his shoulder licking his face. It was probably the most adorable thing I've ever seen. "So, my mom said you can stay as long as you need. I'm gonna clean out some drawers for you to keep your stuff in so you can stay here whenever you need," I said and pointed toward my shorter dresser. "Betty, you don't have to do that." I laughed. "You're right. I don't have to but I want to." I walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his chest and gave him a kiss on the lips. We let go and I hugged him tightly. I got up and cleaned out the drawers for Jughead, placing all the clothes of his I brought in them. I grabbed his toiletries and put them in the bathroom. I walked back out of the bathroom and layed down on my bed next to Jug. He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his chest, placing my arms around his shoulders so I don't hurt him. I slowly reached down with one of my hands and pulled up his shirt to check his bruised ribs. The color got even deeper than before making me wince. I softly ran my finger over it when I heard a hiss. "Sorry, I just wanted to see how bad it was. It's really bad. I think we need to go to the hospital, Jug," I say and lower his shirt, putting the peas back on it and bringing my hand up to caress his cheek. "No, no, no, no. I-I'm fine. Really." He tried to get up but immediately fell to the floor. "Jug, we're going to the hospital whether you like it or not." He nodded. I helped him up and put his arm around my shoulders to support him while going down the stairs. "Mom, can you please watch Hotdog. I'm bringing Jughead to the hospital." She nodded, a look of worry on her face. I brought him out to the car and drove as quickly as possible to the hospital. I helped him inside and the doctors took him back.

I didn't want to make a part 2 but I still have quite a few things I want to happen with this prompt and I'm not gonna make you guys read a 4,000 word chapter. Next part will be out soon though.