Hi!!! I love your writing so so much and it honestly makes me so happyšI know that you are so so busy but can you please write a fic about Betty getting hurt really badly and Jughead absolutely loosing it and then is extremely protective over her and doesn't let her out of his sight. I'm obsessed with protective juggy!!
āIām fine Ronnie. Really, Iām okay.ā Betty lifted herself slowly from her desk, clutching its sides so hard her knuckles turned white, the classroom went silent, too afraid to move but completely attentive to the badly injured blonde cheerleader they all loved so dearly.
āLet me get your bag.ā Reggie mumbled, nearly tripping over his feet to hand her the tote
āGirl, I can bring your lunch here if thatās easier.ā Josie spoke softly, inching closer.
āI can carry you to the lunchroom, it wouldnāt be a problem.ā Moose Mason drawled, his hands extended as if to lift her up.
This had been going on for two weeks, ever since Betty had been dispatched from the hospital everyone was treating her as if she were some porcelain doll ready to shatter at the mention of movement. Maybe they were right, these days even the slightest shift had Betty biting back tears, her ribs were cracked so breathing was difficult and her broken arm made it nearly impossible to function, not to mention she was just gaining vision back in her right eye, the swelling now dulling to a faded deep purple and red bruise, blending perfectly with the rest of the bruises littering her face and body.
Clifford Blossoms Minions had found out about Betty being the one to find and share the hard drive, apparently you donāt make much money when your boss is dead. One cold night on her way home from cheerleading practice she had been grabbed. Five older men had taken turns beating her and recording her, they tried to force her into saying it was all the Serpents fault, that she had lied and altered the tape. They were messy though, leaving a ransom note on the steps of the Riverdale Register, Old Lady Milly had seen the thugs leave the note and Betty was found that night, the men had been taken away but the memories were still fresh I Bettyās mind.
That night after her bones had been set and her stitches sewn up she remembered clearly the sight of her boyfriend shoving through the hospital room doors, tears falling carelessly down his cheeks as he held her and sobbed.
āI love you. I love you so much.ā
Betty had repeated his words back to him and let her own tears fall.
āAlright Iāll take it from here.ā
The familiar lazy tone of her boyfriend drew her out of her thoughts
āJuggie.ā She whispered smiling.
He made his way through the crowd of people surrounding her and quickly swung her bag over his own, looping her arm in his.
āBack up people, she doesnāt need you breathing all over her. Sheās alright.. justā¦. scatter.ā He mumbled irritably.
Betty giggled at her annoyed boyfriends hand wave, one thing she had learned through this whole ordeal?
Jughead Jones was fiercely protective over the people he loved, she was lucky enough to fall into that category.
Leaning on his shoulder as he protectively wrapped an arm around her waist, being extremely careful not to touch her ribs, Jughead took most of her weight, carrying her slightly off the ground.
āReady for lunch my fair lady.ā The dark haired boy quirked an eyebrow comically and dropped a tender kiss to his girlfriends forehead.
āCertainly my lord.ā She added a posh British accent, giggling when Jughead rolled his eyes.
They were halfway down the hallway and Betty was going on and on about some new Author she had been researching when all of a sudden she was pushed , her cast hitting the locker as she whimpered slightly, everything was still a bit sensitive, in a flash she was being placed gently to lean on the lockers and jughead had the freshman who had shoved them cornered.
āApologize.ā He growled, turning the small boy towards Betty. āYou pushed my injured girlfriend, clearly you have vision problems since you couldnāt see that she is in a cast and by pushing her you could have inevitably made the healing process longer, typically I feel bad for people with vision impairments but not today, so get yourself some glasses and apologize to my damn girlfriend. Now.ā
The short blonde boy shuddered visibly under Jugheads glare
āIām.. s..ssssorrryā he stuttered out.
Betty shook her head rapidly āItās okay! It was just a little push, I think Iāll survive.ā She smiled softly to the little boy and he nodded gratefully practically sprinting away.
Jughead came back to Bettyās side trying to ignore the narrowed eyes she were shooting his way.
āWhat was that about?ā She finally asked
Jughead shrugged his shoulders, approaching their lunch table. āHe pushed you.ā
āHe tapped me!ā
āDoesnāt matter, youāre hurt. He shouldnāt push you.. ever. But especially now.ā He gently lifted Betty up and slid her into the picnic table, stiffening when she winced at a particular pain in her ribs.
Suddenly Jughead was digging in his backpack and pulling out an orange pill bottle
āTake with food.ā He read off the label, smiling at her so charmingly, his prior anger fit was momentarily forgotten.
āYeah yeah yeah, hand me the meds.ā She rolled her eyes, a hidden smile peeking through.
When the doctor had prescribed Betty with the different kinds of pain killers she had seen the pain in her boyfriends eyes, the genuine worry and fear, when she confronted him about it he had explained his concerns. His father had become addicted to pain pills after an injury to his back thatās what started his alcoholism and Jughead was terrified Betty herself would become addicted. So they had made a deal, she would only keep with her the pills she needed for nighttime and morning, he would keep the pills for the rest of the day, he could keep an eye on her and he was around her twenty four seven anyway, not that she minded, she loved him and while some girls would find the presence overbearing, Betty killed for the time she got to be around him. She could tell how strongly he felt about her willingness to trust him with her medication, it meant something to him, something Betty didnāt quite understand yet, but hoped to one day find out.
Veronica, Archie and Kevin joined them at the table. Lunch went by quickly and soon it was the final period Bell. Veronica and Betty shared this class together so Jughead had to leave her.
āIf you need me, you just text me okay. I promise I will be there in a minute flat, I may not run but i do barrel pretty fast.ā He winked at his beautiful girlfriend, anxiety written in his eyes.
āIāll be fine Juggie, weāre pros at this system now.ā
He dropped a kiss to her lips, pressing his forehead against hers and sighing āI love you.ā He whispered, not a day had gone by since the incident that Jughead hadnāt told Betty he loved her atleast three times a day.
āI love you more.ā She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips and gently pulled back.
āNot possible sunshine.ā He grinned as Archie pulled him along.
Bettyās laugh rang through the crowded halls of riverdale, putting everyone at ease. If Betty Cooper could make it through everything that she had gone through and still be happyā¦
Well, life wasnāt so bad.
