Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Wishes (Sad Fluff)

Jughead Pov:
Oh, how I wish I'd known sooner.

Life has been perfect. Pure bliss. Pure Rapture. Pure elation and ecstasy.

True love. I hadn't believed in it before I met her. She changed my whole perception of everything. My vision cleared. The world became brighter, filled with her light.

I never imagined that the light would ever fade away.

We were both broken, our souls cracked under the pressure that the other world bore onto us. We'd been beaten and torn down, abused and thrown around by pieces of garbage. The world had watched it happen, encouraged it. Whether the pain inflicted onto us was mental or physical, it still hurt all the same.

She had found me in the dark. I had found her in her moments of despair. We leaned on each other, acted as each other's crutch. We strode it towards the light, stumbling, but together. We got there. The healing began. We had the time of our lives. We had found our sources of joy. We made it.

But I wasn't strong enough that if the time came that I would fall back into that hole, I could climb out on my own.

Our evenings were filled with what we chose, ya being ourselves on our own. We were in our own world, and it could be whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. Some nights were filled with the thrilling chill of our investigations. Some were filled with trepidation of the possible events that could occur in the other world that we belonged to. Some welled full of concupiscence and lust, us unable to keep our hands, lips, and bodies to ourselves.

I wish those nights could've continued.

The memories that we share. The times that we could never forget, no matter how much we wanted to. The impact that we imprinted onto each other's hearts and minds were infinite, permanent. Nothing could shatter the clarity of those memories and those times.

But that clarity isn't always enough to keep your heart from shattering.

That moment, the moments when I fell back, is the only one that overshadows all of the positives. All of the love and joy that I had gained feels puny in comparison, no matter how much I wish it didn't.

There stood the raven-haired girl, in the middle of the hallway on prom night. Her violet gown trailed behind her, her hair that had previously draped in curls over her shoulders flying behind her as she ran towards me, heels clicking rapidly.

The exasperation from running didn't seem to effect her; she had greater things on her mind. I examined her face as tears streamed down face, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she struggled to choke down a sob.

Veronica was a strong girl, everyone knew that. Why was she crying? Why had she broken? Why? Why? Why?

I hesitantly rested my hand onto her shoulder, leaning down slightly to match her hight when I asked her what the matter was. No eye contact. She wouldn't. I repeated my question. And again. And again. No response.

"Veronica, please tell me what's wrong. And why isn't Archie or Betty helping you? Not that I mind, but you never come to me for comfort.". That did it. She slumped forward, wrapping her thin arms around my torso. I tensed at the unusual closeness. Veronica and I were friends, but we didn't get this close often.

"I-It's them, Jughead. We're... They...". Just then, Archie and Betty came sprinting out of the gym, freezing at the sight of Veronica sobbing in my arms and the look of concern on my face. Veronica spun out of my hold when she heard them, her expression hardening. "You lying, two-faced, disgraceful assholes! I c-can't believe I ever trusted EITHER of you. You... You...". She never finished, collapsing onto the floor as her wails flooded through the halls.

The perplexity in me only grew. "What the hell is she talking about, guys?", I asked in a half-whisper. Betty's eyes began to fill as Archie only displayed a look of fear and self-loathing. "J-Juggie, I'm sorry. We- I was con-fused. A-And vulnerable. I-".

Veronica's wails subsided, the hallway suddenly too quiet for comfort when she finally muttered the words that broke me even more than I had been before.

"They kissed. Again.".

I don't remember much after that. Anger flared in my soul, the heat burning through my heart and my skin, cracking my once-healed internal scars. Yelling. Screaming. Crying.

Betty's sobs synchronized with Veronica's behind me as I ran.

I never turned back.

I was broken, shattered, falling. The paradisiacal memories were already beginning to fade, overshadowed by the sudden bombshell that blew up my insides.

I could never look back. That would only destroy any hope I'd have in regaining my happiness.

I wouldn't see her face, wouldn't watch as she realized she'd lost her warmth and comfort. I would run back. She would destroy me again. I couldn't enter that endless cycle of agony and heart-ache.

Soon enough, the scars would re-heal, but in a different way. I would be numb. Emotionless.

Gone.

How I wished things could've gone differently. How I wished I would've been able to foresee that night's torturous events.

I wish she wouldn't have done it. I wish she would've thought about her actions. I wish she would've taken my feelings into consideration.

But wishes don't always come true.

🥺🥺 I'm sorry, I felt like writing something sad. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is appreciated!💜