Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Always here for me (Sad Fluff)

Jughead Pov:
I woke up from my deep slumber, inhaling the fresh vanilla scent of my girlfriend beside me. She was beautiful, her soft golden curls flowing over her shoulders while she slept peacefully. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she saw me looking at her. She chuckled softly. "Good morning, Juggie. You feeling better today?". I nodded slowly. I'd been having a hard time these days. I was depressed, and broken, but Betty had been helping me get through it, as she always did.

We eventually got out of bed to go make breakfast. I made pancakes, her favorite, and set them in front of her. She didn't eat any, though. She had insisted that she wasn't hungry these days. "Don't worry, Jug. I'm fine, I promise. You enjoy your pancakes.". She convinced me to eat my food even if she wasn't eating hers, which I did reluctantly. I ate hers, too. Once I had finished eating our breakfast, we decided that we would take a walk through the park on the Southside. We had moved back there about a year ago, so that I could be closer to my old friends.

Betty and I walked hand in hand, reminiscing the old days, when we first got together. I really enjoyed her company. As long as she was there, I was fine. All of a sudden, I heard a gunshot. It triggered something inside of me. All of a sudden, I froze and fell to the floor, and started sobbing. This happened pretty often these days. Gunshots are common on the Southside, so this happened almost every day. Betty wrapped her arms around me and rocked me slowly, helping me control my breathing in an attempt to calm me down. Once I had calmed down, she was gone. Betty? BETTY?!

That's when I came back to reality. Betty wasn't here anymore. She'd been gone, for a year. Everything came flooding back. I remembered the night it had happened. Betty and I had gotten into a fight. A bad one. It was about the Serpents. She thought that they were too dangerous, and that I needed to spend less time with them. That made me angry, considering it was my gang. She ran out of our house on the Northside, needing to clear her mind. I realized how stupid I had been. I ran out after her, chasing her so that I could apologize. But she didn't want to hear it. She needed space. But I wouldn't listen. We ran all the way to the far side of the Southside. We both had stopped to catch our breath, just for a second.

That was a mistake. There were trees all around, camouflaging anyone that came through. All of a sudden, a Ghoulie came running through the thick woods towards Betty. As soon as I noticed, I ran to her as fast as my legs would take me. But it wouldn't have mattered if I had gotten to her in time. Before I had time to blink, he pulled out a handgun and hit Betty straight through the chest. I ran over to her, screaming her name as I tried to stop the bleeding. I sobbed as I called an ambulance. They came and rushed her to the hospital. But they were too late. She had died upon arrival.

That had been a year ago today. I moved back to the Southside, so that I could be closer to the Serpents; my friends. It all made sense. She wouldn't eat because she wasn't really there. She was just a figment of my imagination, or a ghost. A spirit. My depression, caused by Betty's tragic murder, had caused me to hallucinate her. Maybe I deserved it. It was my fault that she had died. If we hadn't fought, or if I had complied, she would still be here with me. For real.

I composed myself and made my way over to the graveyard, where she was buried. It was on the Northside, so I had a long walk ahead of me. My feet ached, and my back hurt like hell, but I needed to talk to her. I needed to feel her presence. But most of all, I felt the need to apologize again.  Once I had finally gotten there and spotted her grave, I went over and kneeled in front of the gravestone. My vision got blurry as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Hi Betty. It's Jug, again. I hope you're not annoyed that I come here as often as I do. I... I just miss you. A lot. And I'll never forgive myself for what happened to you. It was my fault. No, I didn't pull the trigger, but I could've prevented you from dying. You died because of a stupid, petty fight that we had. It wasn't worth it. I lost you because of it. You; my best friend, my girlfriend, the love of my life. We were soulmates, Betty. We-We still are. And I miss you more than I could ever tell you. If I could, I would sacrifice myself so that you c-could... you could...".

I paused as I let out a quiet sob, covering my mouth to muffle it. I took a deep breath before continuing. "I would do anything to bring you back, Baby. Just know that. You've always been there for me, and you still are. I don't know whether my mind has been messing with me, or if you've been coming to me as a spirit, but I feel you. You're everywhere. A-And it helps to take a-away some of the p-pain. What I'm trying to say, Betts, is t-thank you. For everything. You're always here for me.". I smiled slightly, biting my lip in an attempt to keep myself from breaking down again. "I love you, Betts. So much.".

"I love you too, Jug. Always.".