Bughead Oneshots?

It had been a week since Jughead had made the discovery that he and Betty had a sex tape.

He still had no idea how he was going to tell her.

A part of him feared that she would blame him, that she wouldn't trust him enough to believe that he didn't make it himself.

Things have been great between them recently.

The fact that they lived together was a contributor to the fact (although Jughead was pretty certain that Betty was grateful for the time that they spent apart when he was at Stonewall).

They had dinners together with their families, and spent the end of the day in each other's arms more often than not.

"Hey, baby." He smiled over the phone.

"Hey, handsome, are you about to leave?" She asked on the other end, eager to see her boyfriend again.

"Yeah, just gotta finish my last assignment and I'll get the train." He replied.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to come and pick you up? I'll be able to see you sooner." Betty smiled.

"No, tell him to stay there longer. I want to spend more time with you before he occupies it all." JB yelled, from across the room.

"Tell her that you're my girlfriend and that I can occupy you as much as you and I both like." He said, through the phone.

"I'm not gonna tell her that." She giggled quietly.

"What are you guys up to?" He asked.

"We're setting the table for dinner." She replied.

"My mom and FP are here too. But nevermind that, you have work to be doing so that you can get home to me as soon as possible." She sighed, wistfully, looking at JB who was fake gagging, causing FP to chuckle.

"So you're with our whole family right now?" He questioned, smirking.

"Yeah..." She replied, slightly suspicious.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, his voice low and gruff.

"Oh, my God." She giggled quietly into the phone.

"Did I make you blush?" He asked, his voice back to normal.

"You're just gonna have to get back as soon as possible to find out the answer to both of those questions now, aren't you?" She said, teasingly but as quietly as possible.

"Eww!" JB cried, gathering what their conversation was about.

Betty hadn't realised how close she was.

She heard Jughead wheezing with laughter through the phone.

"I hate you." Betty said, bluntly before hanging up the phone and walking over to the kitchen island where the family is looking at her with disgust.

"What?!" She exclaimed. "It was him!"

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"Honey! I'm home!" Jughead yelled as he slammed the front door behind him.

Betty instantly got up from her seat in the middle of dinner and almost ran towards him.

"Hey Bett- oof" He chuckled as she barged into him.

"I missed you too, baby." He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her.

Jughead bent down slightly and picked her up by her thighs as she continued to cling to him, his lips disconnecting from hers.

"It smells amazing in here." Jughead said as he walked into the dining room, his girlfriend still wrapped around him like a panda around bamboo.

Betty heard the clutter of cutlery against a plate from where her face was buried in his neck.