Bughead Oneshots?

Protective boyfriend?

"You know maybe if you were more secure in yourself and in our relationship then you wouldn't assume that I would ever purposely do anything to hurt you." He sighed.

Jughead opened the door, only to be faced with their entire family, listening in on their argument, guilt written all over their faces.

Betty instantly stood up and made her way over to the door.

Jughead just scoffed at the three people in front of him and made his way downstairs and onto the couch, as he heard Betty slamming the door behind him.

"I know I said that those two were going to be keeping us up all night but that was not what I meant." JB mumbled, earning glares from the two adults.

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"You wanna tell me what happened last night?" FP asked, as he drove the truck, a solemn Jughead stropping in the passenger seat.

"No." Jughead replied, stubbornly.

After not sleeping on the couch all night Jughead decided to go back to Stonewall for the weekend.

He didn't want to upset Betty or end up fighting and making everyone feel awkward.

Luckily, his father was up at his usual 6am and agreed to drive Jughead back to Stonewall straightaway.

Jughead thanked his lucky stars that he had clothes at school so that he didn't need to go upstairs and accidentally wake Betty up.

"Are you sure? Betty seemed pretty mad. Did you hurt her?" FP probed.

"What? No, dad!" He responded instantly, before stopping to think about it.

"I don't know...maybe. But not intentionally." He insisted.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you just told me what happened." FP continued to interrogate.

"It's really private, dad." Jughead started.

He sighed before turning to face his dad.

"Okay, fine, but you cannot breathe a word of this to anyone. Especially Alice because she will kill me. And please don't judge." He said, desperate to get him to agree.

"You have my word. Unless Betty is in immediate danger then I won't tell Alice." FP reassured his son.

"Well...Betty and I miss each other - a lot - when I'm away at school and so it's only natural that when we do see eachother again that all thoughts sort of, uhm, go out the window..." Jughead started.

"I know what you mean, boy. I'm not as naive as you may think I am. And you're not as quiet as you think you are either." FP interrupted.

"Jesus, dad!" Jughead exclaimed, flushing slightly.

"Well, anyway...it was a few weeks back and she came to visit me and I wasn't really thinking clearly and so I kinda dismissed the rumors that were going around about my roommate and we ended up...you know. So, a few days later Brett was saying all these weird, gross things about Betty and the rumor just sort of popped back in my head and it freaked me out and-" Jughead rambled.

"Get to the point, Jug." FP urged.

"My roommate filmed me and Betty having sex and now she's mad at me because I let it happen when I'd heard that he was making revenge sex tapes. Brett and I have had problems and Betty thinks that I should have been extra wary about it." Jughead released.

FPs eyes went wide.

"Geez boy. I thought you were gonna say that you had some sort of...sex problem." FP replied, shocked at his son's admission.