Bughead Oneshots?

Protective boyfriend?

"I messed up, dad, this isn't a joke." Jughead sighed.

"I know, kid. This guy could get into some serious legal trouble for this. Has it been...you know...released?" FP asked.

"No, but why does that even matter?" He responded.

"I could get some of the guys down at the station to track where the tape came from to give strong evidence against him in court." FP suggested.

"So you're saying that if I want Brett to go down for this then I have to get him to release the tape?" Jughead asked.

FP nodded.

"It's the easiest option." FP informed.

"Then no. I'm not doing that. I'm not doing that to Betty. She's mad enough as it is, I'm not going to kick her whilst she's down. I'll just find the tape and destroy it." Jughead said.

"If that's what you think is right, but I think you need to talk to Betty about this first." He suggested.

"That's if I can get her to talk to me." He sighed, angrily.

"She'll come around, Jug." FP patted his son's shoulder before turning back to the road.

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"Ohhh...look who's back!" Brett exclaimed, arms wide open as a wicked grin spread across his face, as Jughead entered his dorm.

"How's the Mrs? Still falling to her knees the second you ask?" Brett smirked.

Jughead ignored the immature teenager before pulling his laptop out of his bag and placing it on his desk.

He opened the lid and smiled at the screen as it unlocked, revealing an image of himself and Betty, sitting on a picnic blanket in swimsuits at Sweetwater River. Betty was smiling happily down at Jughead as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind as he returned her smile.

"Damn, she looks good in a bikini. After that tape, I can't get the image of her in that criss-cross bra and matching panties out of my head." Brett teased, leaning over Jughead's shoulder.

Jughead clenched his jaw, praying to God that he had the strength to refrain from retaliating.

"I mean, damn, that ass! A girl with an ass like that should not have a rack like she does but hey-" Brett teased.

Before he could finish his sentence Jughead flew out of his chair, grabbing his roommate by the neck and pinning him against the wall.

"I'm gonna break your jaw if you keep talking! I swear to God!" Jughead yelled, hitting Brett's head against the wall again.

"All I'm saying is that I would fuck her better than you ever could." Brett sneered, earning a punch to the jaw.

"Let me get a couple hits in." A new voice spoke.

Both Jughead and Brett's head's turned to face the door.

Jughead felt a sense of relief and apprehension, seeing his girlfriend at the door, staring daggers at the pair.

"Well if it isn't the pornstar herself..." Brett chuckled.

Jughead responded with another blow to his jaw.

"God, it stinks of testosterone in here." Betty complained, wafting the air around her.

Jughead slowly released his grip on Brett's neck as Betty made her way over.

"Now is not the time to be whipping your dicks about." Betty rolled her eyes before standing directly in front of Brett.

"Hi!" She giggled, wiggling her fingers innocently.

"Hey, sweethear-" Brett started before he was interrupted by a fist in the face.

"That's for calling me a pornstar..." Betty smiled, innocently.

"This is for saying whatever it was that you were saying to Jughead that caused me to walk into the situation that I did." Betty said, hitting the other side of his face.

"And this," She grunted, kneeing him in the crotch. "Is for filming us having sex." She finished.

Betty grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him down so that she could hiss in his ear.

"And just so you know...no one could ever fuck me as good as Jug does. If you watched the tape properly then you would know that."

She just smirked before standing back up, watching Brett slide down the wall.

"Now...this tape?" She asked, gesturing with her hand.

Jughead just stood watching in awe as Betty wouldn't back down, even as Brett wiped the blood from his nose.

Brett slowly pointed towards his desk drawer.

Betty turned around and opened it, pulling out the old fashioned tape with a smile.

"Well, that was easier than I thought. Thanks!" She smiled, dragging Jughead out of the room with a smile.

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"I really am sorry, Betty." Jughead apologised, as they sat in the common room, hands enclosed in each others.

"No, you were right. I had no right to blame you for this. You are just as much a victim as I am and I shouldn't have taken my fears out on you." She smiled.

"I'm sorry." She pouted, opening her arms to him.

Jughead chuckled at her, quickly accepting her offer and wrapping his arms around her waist, before pulling back and giving her a peck on the lips.

"You kicked ass in there by the way. So hot." He sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a smirk as she looked down at her lap shyly.

"So, you wanna help me get rid of this thing?" Jughead asked, picking up the tape.

Betty took the tape out of his hands.

"Actually..." Betty sighed, biting her lip and earning a smirk from her boyfriend in return.

{A/N} ~ 3173 words, not including this. Hope you all enjoy! Only two more to go before I post more options. Lots of love 🥰 - C x