Bughead Oneshots?

General POV
"Okay, Betty, you are making such good progress. It's a lot better now that you are talking about what you went through rather than taking pills and trying to forget about it. The reason you're here is to help with your nightmares, and I know I ask you to do this every week but I want you to explain to me again, what happens when you have those nightmares. But this time...I want you to say it infront of Jughead. Is he here today?" She sat in a room that seemingly looked like a studio apartment, with a couch and an armchair opposite each other, with a coffee table in between them. Betty sat on the couch, starting to hesitantly talk as she searched the bobbed haired woman for any slyness.
"Umm...yeah, he is. Just like every week."
"Well is it ok if we bring him in for today's session."
"I don't see why not."
"Okay, great, I'll go and grab him, alright?"
Betty nodded as her therapist left the room and was left in silence. The only sound heard was the tick-ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and the nervous sighs escaping her lips.
Betty POV
Could I really do this? Could I really scare Jughead with what is going on in my mind on a daily basis? He'd think I was crazy, well, if he didn't think that already then it was a miracle. I heard the door opening and the familiar footsteps of my boyfriend making his way over to me. I felt the couch dip beside me and looked up as his hand slid in between mine.
"You ok?" he murmured quietly. I smiled and nodded as the therapist made her way over to the chair.
"Okay, so, the purpose of this exercise is to free yourself of the burden of carrying your fears by yourself." Both of us nodded along as we spoke, listening carefully to her instructions. Jug has been the most supportive person I could ask for ever since I brought up the idea of therapy. He wants me to be able to get better in any way that I think is best for myself. He sits outside my appointment every week, because I asked him to, so that he would be there when I'm finished.
"Betty, I want you to look into Jugheads eyes and tell him what happens in your reoccurring nightmare, just like you tell me every week."
I began to feel myself shake and Jug's hands grip mine even tighter than before.
"I-I have to tell him...everything?"
"Remember that you don't HAVE to do anything, it's up to you, but I wouldn't recommend it if I didn't think that it would help you."
I took a deep breath and turned to face Jug to see sadness in his eyes at the fact that I was hesitant to be honest with him.
"Betty, before you start, can you tell Jug why you don't want to tell him?"
"Look Jug, it's not that I don't want to...I'm just scared to. I don't want you to think differently of me. This is an extremely scary thing for me to do." Tears started to build up in my eyes so I shut them and composed myself.
"That's really good Betty, take your time and begin to explain what happens in your nightmares."
I looked into his eyes and saw desperation, like he needed to know.
"I-I see..." I took a deep breath and started again. "I see you and you're...you're lying on the ground a-and you're unconscious. When I look at your head, all I can see is blood pouring out of it. All I can feel is guilt and blood on my hands. If I hadn't let you go off alone with Brett then that would never have happened-"
General POV
Jughead opened his mouth to interrupt her before the therapist spoke up.
"Jughead, the main focus of this exercise is to let Betty express herself freely without interruption."
He simply nodded and turned back to look at Betty.
"It doesn't matter how much anyone tells me that it wasn't my fault. A part of me will always think that it is. I have never been more scared than in the moment that I snapped out of whatever hypnosis I was under and thought that I had done that to you. Half of me knew that I could never do something so evil to you, because I know that you're my soulmate so it didn't make sense for me to hurt you like that. But then the other half of me, the part of me that I have no control over, made me think that it was possible and that I did hurt you, because let's face it, I've done some extremely messed up things in my life, but this is one thing that I have never, and don't think I will ever, get over...because it felt so real to me."
As Betty stopped talking a tear ran down her face and she looked down at her and Jughead's joint hands in shame.
"Honestly, nothing scares me more than telling you this because, if I can believe that I'm capable of hurting you then you should too."
By this point everyone in the room was able to see that Jug was dying to interrupt and try to take all of these things from Betty's mind.
"Okay, now Jughead, I want you to tell Betty how you feel about what she just said. However, I do not want you to tell her that she is wrong or that you disagree with her. Can you do that for me?"
"I don't know. It's kind of a reflex for me to disagree when she talks bad about herself."
"I understand that. But, let's just try, okay?"
"Yeah alright. Umm...look Betty, hearing you say all of those things about yourself, it's just not tru-...it makes me feel extremely sad and like I failed you as your boyfriend, to be able to try and convince you that you aren't those things that you just said. It makes me feel...angry that Brett and those other scumbags made you feel like this was anything other than your fault...You know what...I can't do this. I can't act like I agree with what she just said because I don't. Betty, this was not your fault, whatsoever. No matter what you think you should have done differently, it wouldn't have changed anything. I still would have got hurt. Think about it this way... you saved me-"
"Jughead what the hell are you talking about, I didn't-"
"Yes, you did. If it wasn't for you, Archie and Ronnie would have given up on me. But you didn't. You convinced them to keep giving me CPR and because of you, I'm alive."
Betty swallowed and turned towards the therapist. She seemed disappointed that Jughead hadn't stuck to her rules, but continued anyway.
"So, Betty, how does that make you feel?"
"Better... I think. It makes me feel good that he trusted me to save him but... I don't think I'm ever going to stop blaming myself for what happened to him that night."
She turned to look at Jughead, both with tears in their eyes as she continued.
"And I'm sorry Jug, but I don't think there is anything that you, or anyone else can do that would make me feel any differently about this. It's just rooted in my brain and it always will be."
A tear rolled down Jughead's face and Betty used her thumb to wipe it.
"That doesn't mean that you failed as my boyfriend. It just means that I'm too stubborn to see the situation in any other way than how I do right now. And you should not blame yourself for that. You can't. This is my problem that I have to deal with. You've done your part by comforting me and making me feel better, but that's all you can do. I know that that isn't what you want to hear, but it's reality."
Jughead gripped Betty's hand in both of his and he looked up to face her.
"I'm sorry." The two simple words somehow made Betty feel a lot better.
"I'm sorry too." She choked out.
"Wow." The therapist said simply. The couple turned to look at her, for a second, forgetting that she was in the room.
"I don't think I have ever seen a couple work through something so well, even in my couple counselling sessions. Jughead the way that you accepted and understood Betty's point of view and the empathy that you have shown for her was outstanding. Betty the way that you were honest and raw about reality with him was so incredible. With both of you using those amazing qualities that you both have, there is nothing that you can't conquer together."
Betty and Jughead both looked at each other, eyes shining.
"Yeah, I guess we do make a pretty good team." Betty spoke with a teary giggle.
"I'm sorry, the couples counselling side of me kind of took over just then."
Everyone laughed as the therapist turned back to Betty.
"You have made great progress today, Betty. You fearlessly took the problem face on and that shows relentlessness and determination. We had a big break through today. I would definitely recommend that maybe you talked this through a little bit more when you are home, but if it's okay with you, I would like you to keep a journal, every time that you talk about it so that in next week's session we can pull apart what happened in the conversation. This is part of the process of facing your problems outside of the office so that you can slowly ease the therapeutic practise into your everyday home life. I'll see you next week."
"Thank you, Melissa."
The couple left the couch and walked through the door hand in hand. They knew that they had a lot more to talk about, but as of right now, they were content, knowing that they had made progress not only in therapy but as a couple and that a huge weight had been lifted off both of their shoulders.

{A/N} ~ 1729 words not including this. I didn't realise how long this was, sorry 😂 Hope you enjoy! Lots of love 🥰 - C x