Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Autumn Breeze (Sad Fluff)

This is dedicated to Dick Sauce, better known as AB. Ily 🥺💜 thanks for inspiring me to write this.

Jughead Pov:
The cool chill of the morning autumn air flowed through the window, the sun shining lazy through the curtains.

Her scent filled the room; pumpkin spice, a hint of vanilla, cinnamon. Her favorite fall scent. She was insistent that she get into the fall spirit, to become absorbed in every aspect of the season.

Fall was her season, but she always wanted to share it with me. She dragged me through every detail and perspective, coating me in its bright colors, her bright colors.

That fall, it was even more our season than it had ever been before.

Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, her soft, wavy blonde splaying across my chest as she subconsciously pulled herself up onto my bare body, covered by the cozy, fall themed sheets.

The added weight of our little bean in her tummy was more than taken into consideration. I let my hand rest on it, the baby's little heart beating soundly. The vibration traveled through my hand and throughout my body, both of them overwhelming every negative trace of emotion that had tried to climb into my mind.

When she had waken up, she went through her mental check list, hobbling around as fast as she could downstairs. Though only 10 a.m., she gripped my shoulders, begging me to help her rake up the leaves on the front lawn. Who was I to say no?

She mostly watched, seeing as our little girl threatened to pop out at any moment. I didn't complain; the beaming smile on her face was enough to diminish any regrets. She extended her hands out to me, pleading silently for help lowering her into the pile. A chuckle rose into the air from both of us as she analyzed and appreciated each individual leaf, each just as important as the last. All so delicate, just as she had been in that moment.

Her arms wrapped tightly around my arm, a shiver shaking down her spine as a fresh autumn breeze blew through her hair. No words needed exchanging. I removed my sweatshirt, carefully pulling it over her body. It was big enough to cover her belly. I placed a kiss onto it as she stroked my hair.

"Let's go apple picking", she suggested. 1 in the afternoon. I didn't particularly want to go, but the look in her eyes was both amusing and terrifying in a "you better do as I say" kind of way. I complied, not begrudgingly.

I ended up doing all the picking as she snacked on a few at the base of a tree, though I didn't mind. She was happy. I was happy. Her laughter at my struggles all but offended me; my heart warmed, her giggled lightening and warming the air around us as a chilly autumn wind breezed through once more.

The house flooded with a variety of spices; warm, sweet apple, cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar. Bliss. The pies in the oven baked wonderfully, their perfect forms sitting proudly on the counter as they cooled. Not only did she make apple pie, but Betty also made pumpkin and custard pies. With her appetite, we would need all of them. The patio doors were left cracked slightly open, a subtle autumn draft flowing through.

We shared a few pieces, me eating with her only to keep her company, though I was sure my stomach would overflow from the overconsumption. Who would've thought she would ever have been able to eat more than me?

The cool fall air rushed by us as we walked through the park hand-in hand, her sweet vanilla-pumpkin scent wafting in my direction. I absorbed her calmness, inhaling her the crisp scent. It became mine. The pumpkin coffee in our hands steamed, our hands heated sufficiently from the chill in the air. It was late for coffee— already 5 in the afternoon—, but she persisted the need. "How else are we supposed to binge movies tonight?", she asked, a playful grin filling her pretty face.

That we did, almost. She was cuddled into my
side, her arms hugging my torso as I hugged her shoulders, a fuzzy blanket lying lazily on our laps when she winced in pain, which soon turned into a moan. Then a whimper. A soft cry. All within a matter of seconds. I tried to calm her, all of my effort being fed into the void that was meant to be filled with comfort for her. The wet spot beneath her on the couch said it all.

I rushed to the hospital, my hand clinging desperately to hers as she sobbed. I hushed her, I reassured her, I told her about how much I loved her, and how happy we would be. No response, only more shrieking and sobbing. I hated the agony on her face and despised the realization that it was out of my control.

I returned home two days later, little Autumn cradled in my arms. I cooed at her, tapping her little button nose as I walked up to the front door.

Tears brimmed my eyes. I looked back down at the girl staring back up at me. Her eyes were green, a gorgeous green, just like hers were.

The autumn breezed flowed past us and through the open door, tears now rolling dow my face. Autumn shivered. I wrapped the sweatshirt that had been formerly worn by the woman who smelled like the image of fall around her tiny body.

The baby fell asleep soon enough. I hugged her to my chest as I sobbed quietly. I inhaled her old scent, now inherited by our bundle of shared DNA. Though now, half of it was no longer here.

She had left.

She had blown away, like a soft autumn breeze.

🤠 Hope y'all aren't sobbing. Feedback is appreciated!💜