Bughead Oneshots

※Is the S or C silent in scent?※

Extreme fluff warning and soft Juggie

BETTY'S POV

I was at home reading Beloved by Toni Morrison which was my favourite book as well as my favourite author. Jughead had gotten me a signed first edition last Christmas as a gift and I swear that I'd never been happier. I read the note that he had attached with the book and it melted my heart every time:

A signed first edition for my beloved. Thanks for introducing me to your favourite writer.
Love Jug

Just then, I got a call from Toni:

B: Hey Toni!
T: Hey Betty! Sorry to disturb you, but we have a very drunk Jughead who refuses to do anything and keeps repeating your name.
B: sighs Sorry I'll come pick him up at the Wyrm
T: No problem and thanks
B: Bye

I felt sorry for them having to deal with such a drunk Jughead. Usually he never ever drinks ever since his father had an alcohol problem, but I never knew he was so soft when he was drunk. I made my way to the Whyte Wyrm to see a very drunk Jughead supported by Sweet Pea and Fangs. I made my way to them and they smiled at me.

"Thank God you're here Betty! He is a real softie when he is drunk," Fangs sighed exasperated.

I chuckled softly, "Thanks for taking care of him so far. I'll look after him now."

"Bye Coop," wished Sweets and I returned the sentiment.

"Betttttttyyyyyyy," Jughead slurred as he managed to balance himself on me.

"Hey Juggie let's go home," I urged him softly and he nodded rapidly.

"Yessssssshhhh then I can cuddle with my beautifullll girllllfriend," he cooed and I gently shook my head.

Was drunk Jughead like this?

"Why you shaking your head. It's nottt funnnn to make funnnn of meeee. Am I thaaaaat ugglyyy?" he questioned with a sad look.

"Oh no Juggie," I rushed out, "I love you and you are very handsome."

He grinned and tried to kiss me but I dodged his lips and he pouted.

"Noooo not right now. You're drunk mister," I told him as I helped him get in the car and buckled him up.

"But Bettttyyyyy," he whined, "I want kisses. I lovvvvvveeee your kisses and I looooovvve you and you're sooooo beautiful and pretty."

I smiled and chuckled. He was adorable. 

"Not today, your breath stinks of alcohol," I responded.

"You made Jugggiiieee sad," he whined like a baby.

I kissed him cheek quickly and his smile lifted again. He was a fluffy drunk. He kept me very entertained on the way back home and he immediately collapsed on my bed saying that they were clouds. I removed his shoes and beanie before putting him in a comfortable position. I lay down next to him smirking about the hell of a hangover he was going to have tomorrow.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Ugggghhhh I feel like shit," Jughead groaned.

'Morning to you too Juggie," I wished while handing him some Aspirin and a glass of water which he took greedily.

"My head hurts," he groaned, "what happened last night?"

"You were extremely drunk so I had to get you from the Wyrm because you refused to go anywhere unless I was there," I replied.

"Ugh," he moaned and widened his eyes, "sorry about that Betty."

"It's fine Jug," I chuckled, "you were quite amusing when you're drunk. You also asked some insightful questions. Is the S or c silent in scent?"

"Betttyyyy," he whined again and I kissed him softly.

He pulled me down and I squealed as we began cuddling.

"Who knew Jughead Jones was such a hopeless romantic when he's drunk?" I grinned at him and he scoffed playfully.

"Thank you for taking care of me and my drunk ass baby," he whispered as he closed his eyes.

"No problem Juggie," I replied and we soon fell asleep in each other's arms.