Bughead Oneshots?

Protective boyfriend?

Betty nodded her head hesitantly.

"Okay, so...It has come to my attention that...Brett has made a, uh, a sex tape of us." He mumbled, looking at the shocked expression that fell across Betty's features.

"He has been hinting at it for the past couple of weeks. I just want to make it clear that I did not make this tape nor did I give consent for it to be made. I would never ever do something like that unless it was a conversation that we both agreed to together." He sighed, feeling a weight being lifted from his chest.

"Wow. So, have you, uh, seen this tape?" She asked, Jughead still unable to read her expression.

"No. Apparently it's in some secret revenge collection along with some other tapes that he's made." He offered.

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you know about this collection before our tape was made?" She inquired.

"I'd heard rumors about it but I didn't know for certain if it was true or not." He answered.

"So, let me get this straight. Knowing that this guy had been filming revenge sex tapes and knowing that this guy had it in for you...you still allowed me to have sex with you in your dorm and take the risk?" She asked, appalled.

"But that's the thing, Betty, I didn't know for certain." He expressed.

Betty rose from her position on the bed, standing on her side of the bed, pacing slightly and running a hand through her hair.

"I don't care if you knew for certain or not, you still risked it, for what, so that you could get off?" She cried.

"I underestimated Brett. I never imagined that he'd actually stoop this low. Betts...you know what I'm like around you, I can hardly think straight." He excused.

"No, do you know why you weren't thinking?" She yelled.

"Because if this thing gets released, it doesn't matter to you! You'll be a legend, a sex God. And me? I'll be the whore that lets that legend do anything that he wants to her! This has no repercussions for you, Jug!" She yelled.

"No repercussions? We're literally fighting over this right now." He yelled back, getting up on his side of the bed.

"Oh, woe is me, Jughead. You had a fight with your girlfriend. Do you know what's gonna happen to me? I'm gonna have opportunities taken away from me because people will think that I'm just a slut that will do anything just to get ahead. It will destroy me and my future, Jug."

"Please, don't call yourself that. None of this even matters anyway." Jughead spoke, calmly, making his way over to her.

Holding her hands in his, she looked anywhere but him.

"I would never let that tape be released, okay?" He promised.

"You let it get made." She sighed, finally looking up at him with tears in his eyes.

"Betty..." He sighed.

"I really need to be alone right now. I need to wrap my head around this." She whispered, removing her hands from his and wiping a stray tear.

"I just feel too betrayed to be near you right now." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know what? This is not my fault, Betty. I didn't ask for this tape to be made either. You think I want this? You think I want to be arguing with you about something that's neither of our faults?" He yelled.

Betty just shook her head, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get a reaction out of her tonight, Jughead shook his head and made his way back over to his side of the bed to grab his pillow and the comforter at the end of the bed.