Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Addicted (Fluff)

Betty Pov:
I pulled into the driveway, exhausted from the long day at the Register. I sighed heavily as I unlocked and opened the door to find Jughead, once again, passed out on the couch. It had been this way for about a month now. I would come home to find him passed out, drunk as hell, or throwing up in the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at the sight of my husband and walked over to the kitchen, finding 8 new empty beer bottles. EIGHT! And this had become his new normal! Every single God damn night, I was cleaning up several empty beer bottles.

I didn't know what to do! He seemed fine when he wasn't drunk! We had been happily married, I was about 4 months pregnant, and we were living a happy life! I contemplated whether or not I should wake Jug up, and decided that he should probably sleep in our bed instead of on the couch. I turned off the tv that had been left on before Jug had passed out, and coaxed my half-asleep husband off of the couch and upstairs to our bedroom. I took off his clothes, put him in some pajama bottoms, and got into bed next to him. I need to confront him about this problem. It's been 2 months, and I can't deal with this anymore. I think he's an alcoholic, and I need to know what's going on. I decided that I would talk to him tomorrow.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Jug throwing up in the bathroom once again. I pulled myself out of bed, and dragged myself to the bathroom. I gently rubbed his back until he was done. He let out a gasp and rubbed his head and he slumped down against the wall. I needed to know what was happening to my husband. "What? Did I do something?" he snapped at me. I jumped a little, shocked at this new hostility that had brewed inside of him. I sighed. "Jug, we need to talk, and you know it.".

I sat next to him against the wall, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Baby, what's happening to you? You're drunk every night. You're becoming the person that your dad used to be; the person that you NEVER wanted to be. Hun, I think you're becoming addicted to alcohol, if you're not already. I just want to help you because I love you more than anything, and I'm worried about you. Stress isn't good for the baby.". I giggled half-heartedly as I said the last part, and looked at him. He was looking at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact. I reached up and cupped his face, tilting it up so he had no choice but to look at me.

His eyes started welling up with tears, and he jolted with a sob. I quickly pulled him towards me and hugged him as tightly as I could. I tried to calm him, rubbing his back and shushing him as he cried into my shirt. After some time, he lifted his head, and sniffled. Tears still ran down his face as he tried to say something with a shaky voice. "Betts... I-I'm so sorry. You've-You've gotta b-believe me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen this way.", he said with a tone in his voice that I hadn't heard in a long time; fear? "Honey, what do you mean? Is there more that I need to now?".

He nodded sadly. "Betts, I- um. I might lo-lose my job at the detective agency. I've heard my bosses t-talking about letting people go, and I-I c-can't be one of them! I h-have to take care of you and our b-baby! S-So I've been drinking. I didn't want to worry you with all of this, and I didn't want to worry as much. I'm so sorry.". He started to cry quietly as my eyes widened. I let out a sigh and took his hands in mine, looking back up into his eyes. "Juggie, you should've told me! We're married for a reason; we're supposed to be there for each other! I can't be there for you if you don't talk to me about these things. And if you do lose your job, I can always help you find another one. I could probably convince my mom to give you a job at the Register, or we could find something else. But you need to talk to me so we can work these things out TOGETHER, okay?".

He nodded slowly. "You're right. You're always right. GOD! I've been so stupid.", he said as hit his head against the wall out of self-disappoint. I shook my head at his words. "No. You haven't been stupid. You've just been scared. You wanted to provide for us, but you got scared that you wouldn't be able to. That isn't stupid at all. Drinking your worries away wasn't a good call, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. Here's what we're gonna do. We're go-". Just then, Jughead's phone rang beside him. It was his boss. He looked up at me with worried eyes and I gestures for him to answer it and held his hand. He picked up the phone, and I watched his facial expression soften. Slowly, his mouth formed into a smile.

Jughead didn't hesitate to pull me into the biggest hug after he hung up the phone. His laughter echoed through the bathroom as I smiled into his neck. "IM KEEPING MY JOB! BETTY, IT'S ALL GOING TO BE OKAY!", he shouted in excitement. I giggled in response. "What did I tell you? Everything's going to be fine, Jug. Now all that we have left to do is get you off of the alcohol. Are you willing to do that, Hun?". He nodded profusely. "Anything for you and the baby.".

After 3 months, Jughead was no longer an alcoholic. He had stayed sober since that day, and I couldn't have been more proud of him. 2 months later, we had a beautiful baby boy that we named Grayson. Jughead and I couldn't have been happier. We had gotten through that rough patch, and everything was perfect.

I really hope you guys like this one! It's a bit rushed, I'm sorry. I hope it was still worth reading! Feedback is always appreciated 💜