Bughead Oneshots?

TW ⚠️ // talk of miscarriage and abortion

Jughead remembers the feeling of his heart breaking. He remembers the look on his fiancé's face. He remembers the doctor's look of sympathy. He remembers feeling numb but feeling so much. He remembers holding his fiancé against his chest as she broke down and thinking that he had to stay strong for her. It's engraved in his memory forever.

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He can't understand her rambling, her constant word vomit with no space for breath. He'd only just arrived home from work to see his fiancé with mascara running down her cheeks as she gulped for air, choking on her sobs. He felt a pit in his stomach of worry at what had caused him to come home to his fiancé in such a state. He became more fearful when she began to point her finger in his face, anger written over her features.

"It's. All. Your. Fault!" She heaved, her lungs begging for breath. "Such a...typical man!" She bellowed. "You just can't stand the thought of stopping for just one second to chuck on a condom because you don't have to deal with the repercussions. I do!" She yelled. Jughead walked over to her and laid his hands gently on her shoulders.
"Betts...just take a breath for me, okay? What are you talking about?" He spoke, his tone slightly panicked. The second that the words fell from Jughead's lips, a wall seemed to have built up between them. Betty's face became stony.
"I'm talking about you having no regard for my feelings or my health." She replied, her voice harsh.
"Betty...I care about your feelings and your health, of course I do. What have I done to make you believe the opposite?" He interrogated. Betty reached behind her and into her shorts pocket and placed a white stick in his hands.
"You got me pregnant again." She seethed before storming upstairs and slamming the door behind her, leaving her fiancé in a state of shock, unsure of how he should feel.

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Jughead placed his head into his hands whilst he was sitting on the couch before reaching forward to take hold of the pregnancy test that was laying on the coffee table. Jughead thought that it would be best to give Betty some time to herself before they spoke. He had no idea what she wanted to do, but by her reaction it wasn't looking good. She was so excited when they got pregnant the first time. He understood if she had some hesitance but he didn't think she would react like this. He thought that one day they would be ready again. It had been a year since they lost their little one but Jughead didn't think it would be too long before they had a baby. Looks like he was wrong.

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Jughead slowly turned the knob of their bedroom door, knocking gently.
"Betty?" Jughead called out, quietly. He looked around the room, seeing the duvet on her side a little crumpled. "Babe?" He asked, a little bit louder. He quickly scanned the windows to see if they were open but to his relief they were still closed. He walked towards their en-suite bathroom door and knocked slowly, not wanting to startle her. He entered the room cautiously. "Honey?" He turned his head into the room, seeing the steamed up mirror, distorting his vision. He could, however, see the silhouette of Betty's milky skin curled up in the smallest, most vulnerable position he's ever seen her in. He turned around to look at the woman that he loves. Jughead sighed in heartbreak, desperate to just take away all of her pain. Mascara tracked down her face, black water drops rolling down her knees as she rested her chin on them. Her blank stare left Jughead concerned for her welfare.

Jughead kneeled in front of the bathtub and gently ran his hand from the top of her head and down to the tip of her hair.
"Why?" She breathed. Only now did he notice that she was shaking slightly.
"I don't know, honey. I don't know." He replied. She slowly turned her eyes up to his. "I wish I had the answer." He sighed. She slowly stood up and reached a hand out so that her fiancé could help pull her from the tub. Betty walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, not caring about her naked form as she pulled her hair into a messy bun and slumping on the edge of the bed.