Bughead Oneshots

||Safety blanket||

• Jughead trying not to lose his mind after Betty told him she was pregnant (he's not very successful) and perhaps losing some drugs
• referenced drug abuse
• babyau (but only in the background, no birth or stuff)

It was night already. The lights were out and the house quiet. Betty was supposed to be asleep but once again she was on her phone, not being able to find sleep.

That's when the window slid open. She was already on her way to grab the pocket knife that Jughead had given her last Christmas when she saw said boyfriend tumbling inside. He was panting, beanie askew and eyes wide. He slammed the window shut again and shoved the curtains close in one fluid motion.

"Oh my god, I would have stabbed you!" Betty whisper-yelled, immediately rushing over "What are you doing here??"

"Shh!" Jughead shushed, motioning her to get down "Get away from the window"

"What is going on??"

"Just do it. Get away from the window" He repeated before scrambling over to the bed in order to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, pulling the room into darkness. Betty needed a few moments to let her eyes adjust and when they did, he found Jughead peeking out of the curtain.

"What are you doing??"

"Shh!"

"What the hell's going on, Jughead?? You can't just break into my room in the middle of the night without any explanation!" Betty scolded, though she did tone her voice into a whisper.

"Look, I- I got into some shit. You gotta be quiet, please" He pleaded, straining to hear what was going on outside. Somewhere, an engine rolled past.

That, at last, got her to pause.

"What did you do, Jug?"

"The less you know, the better" Betty crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with a disapproving look on her face, not satisfied with his answer.

"I can't just not know, Jughead. You come over in the middle of the night and tell me that you got yourself in trouble. You can't ask me to trust you blindly on this. I know you"

"No, I- You shouldn't-" He shook his head, sliding down on the wall until he sat on the floor "I'm sorry. But I can't"

Betty sighed, kneeing down in front of him and cupping his face again. His skin was damp from sweat and his heart was hammering.

"Jughead. You tell me, now" She demanded and something in Jughead cracked. He hesitated, glancing at her before his gaze wandered once more.

"I did some shit, Betty"

"What shit?" He shook his head again but she didn't give him the chance to look away "What shit, Jughead? What did you do?"

"Something..."

"Did the Serpents get in a fight?"

"No"

"Did you break into something again and got caught?"

"No"

"Then what happened? Jug, I'm worried. The last time that I saw you like that, you were-" She paused, eyeing him "You aren't using again, right?"

At that, his head jerked up.

"What? No. No, I'm not. You know that I'm not using anymore" He protested, shrugging her off before pulling his knees to his chest.

"Then what else could be so bad?"

"I..." He paused, biting his bottom lip "I'm in deep shit, Betts, like deep deep this time"