Bughead Oneshots

※Long Day※

(This oneshot is based in the future where both Jughead and Betty are 23. They live in a studio apartment in New York together. Jughead is a writer and Betty is a journalist.)

BETTY'S POV

I seemed to have the worst day at work. First, I was late because of the terrible traffic and then my manager yelled at me. He also gave one of my articles to my colleague, Sarah, because he thought she was 'better equipped'. It was the absolute worst. I just wanted to go home and relax. 

Last but not the least, Jug was out on a business trip so I couldn't even talk to him. I really just wanted to stay in bed all day with him and cuddle. He always knew how to make me feel better.

I went home and saw the house was empty, there was some sort of eerie silence as if the house knew how depressed I felt. I was so overwhelmed by my emotions that I just sat down and cried. I broke down right in front of the door. Picking myself up, I changed into more comfortable clothes: one of Jug's S t-shirts and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat down on the couch and let all my emotions out while drinking the wine. As I finished, I sobbed and my heart ached for Jug to come home.

Then the front door opened, but I couldn't hear it.

"Betts?" questioned Jug worriedly.

"Jug," I gasped desperately wiping my tears, "what are you doing home so early?"

He wasn't supposed to be home for one more week.

"I missed you," he replied honestly and I gave him a weak smile.

He put his suitcase inside and sat beside me on the couch. He lifted me and sat me in his lap securing his arms around me. I began sobbing for the millionth time in his soft, warm embrace as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I wanted to surprise you by coming early, but it pains me to see you cry when I came back," he said with guilt and sadness in his voice.

"I really am happy to see you," I replied honestly.

"Want to tell me what happened?" he asked softly.

I explained through my tears about what happened and finally looked in his eyes. They seemed to be overcome with emotion.

"God Betts," he started, "that's terrible, but trust me you deserve the best and you are the best. You are perfect in my eyes with all your imperfections and no one else's opinion matters. I love you so much and I can't see you so sad. So show me that gorgeous smile of yours that I've wanted to see for ages."

I instantly felt better and giggled at his cheesiness. He kissed me softly on the lips with all the love in the world.

"There it is," he smiled back, "come on let's go to bed."

He lifted me bridal style into our bedroom. He stripped to his boxers and got into the bed beside me. He pulled me into his arms and I laid my head on his chest as our legs spooned each other. This is exactly what I wanted.

"Long day," I mumbled to him.

"Long day," he replied and gave me a kiss on my head.

I let sleep overcome me.