Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

"What was she like?"

"Daddy?"

Jughead looked down at his daughter, who was tucked in to her bed underneath her covers, tired written all over her features. He was sat on the edge of her bed after tucking her in, the only light illuminating the room coming from her pink lamp on her bedside table.

"Yeah, princess?" He asked softly, lifting up a hand to run through her black hair. Her hair was probably the only part of her that resembled him. The rest of her was completely Betty.

"Can you tell me a story before I go to sleep?" She asked with a soft smile, the smile increasing when her dad had nodded.

"Sure, honey, which one do you want?" He asked, standing up to walk over to her bookshelf, though paused when she'd grabbed onto his hand.

"No, not one of my storybooks, daddy." She shook her head. "Can you tell me about my mommy?"

Immediately Jughead's throat went thick, his stomach flipping as he looked down at his little girl. He didn't speak about Betty much, and he did feel bad about it sometimes, but it hurt too much. It hurt enough seeing Betty in his daughter's face every single day; talking about her just pushed him over the edge.

Though he knew she didn't really know anything about her mother, so sometimes he'd bring her up for his daughter's sake.

"Okay, Princess." Jughead spoke softly, sitting on the edge of her bed again, her small hands tightening around his. "What do you want to know?"

"What was she like?" She asked, looking up at her dad with huge curious eyes that he just couldn't say no to.

"Your mom was amazing, sweetheart." He smiled. "She was kind, and smart, and beautiful. She always looked for the best in people, and helped everybody she could. And she loved you so much, baby, you've got no idea."

"What did she look like?" His daughter asked, her small hands starting to absentmindedly mess with his fingers as she listened to him talk.

"She looked a lot like you, only she had blonde hair." Jughead smiled, the memory of his wife both hurting and warming him all at once. "She had beautiful big green eyes, and a beautiful smile. She was a little shorter than me, too." He explained, though had to look away from his daughter when he felt his waterline burning with tears, a low breath passing his lips.

"Daddy?" He heard a soft voice ask, before a light tug on his hand had his tear-filled gaze looking back towards his daughter. "Why are you crying? Are you okay?" She frowned.

"I'm okay, honey." He nodded, lifting his free hand to wipe his eyes. "I just miss your mom so much." His voice broke, and suddenly it took all he had not to break down right then.

His daughter frowned, climbing out from underneath the covers on her bed before moving to sit in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him tightly. Jughead smiled a little, his arms winding back around her waist as he pressed his face into her hair, his eyes closing.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." He whispered. Truthfully, he loved her more than anything else. If it wasn't for her, he would've gone when Betty had. She was the only thing keeping him on the planet alive.

"I love you too, daddy." She mumbled against his neck, nodding her head.

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"Daddy!" A voice called from the kitchen, causing Jughead to look up from his laptop and stand up from the sofa, walking into the kitchen to find his daughter sat at the table, crayons and paper scattered across it's surface.

"Hey, princess, what're you up to?" He asked with a smile, leaning against the table beside her, seeing she was clutching a piece of paper against her chest.

"I drew you something." She announced with a proud smile. "I hope you like it, daddy." She added, handing the paper over towards him.

Jughead took the paper from her and turned it around to look at it, a wave of emotion hitting him when seeing what was there. She'd drawn a blonde woman with green eyes, at the top of the page the word 'mommy' was scribbled, and at the bottom there were the words 'for daddy'.

"You said you missed mommy, so I drew you a picture of her so you can look at it when you get sad." She smiled proudly. "Is it okay?"

Jughead cleared his throat before smiling, nodding his head as he looked back at his daughter. "I love it." He spoke sincerely. "It looks just like her."

Putting the paper down on the table he lifted her out of her seat, listening to her giggle as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her gently. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, relaxing in her father's arms a little. "Good. I'm glad you like it, daddy."

"I do, princess, I promise." He nodded, gently kissing the side of her head. "I love you so much. So so so much."

"I love you too, daddy." She giggled, leaning back enough to plant a kiss on her father's cheek, grinning as she did so.

Jughead might not have had Betty anymore, but everything he needed was in his arms. And he was happy.

A/N: I don't even know what this is, I'm sorry it's so short but it just came to mind and I had to write it. 😂 If anybody has any requests PLEASE leave some, as I really have no more ideas for this book, and I would appreciate some.

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