Bughead Oneshots

What are you doing? It's the middle of the night, Jug

First night of Betty living at the trailer with Jughead and FP(takes place after 2x16) 100% inspired by two one shots i read on tumblr just re-written to my style

Betty dreamt of married life with Jughead. It might have barely been a day of her living in his trailer, but a beautiful picture of the future was already being seen in her mind. She might only be a sophomore in high school but she couldn't help where her mind traveled in her spare time.

Betty could see Jughead rushing through the door, carrying her in a beautiful, white lace wedding gown, with only the intention of taking it off. Few words would be spoken and lips would connect, like an emotional and physical tether. She glances at the kitchen and pictures her making dinner for their kids, while Jughead chases them around the house, threatening them with tickles. She giggles to herself, seeing the image before her eyes as almost a memory, it was so vivid.

So lost in thought, she doesn't even notice when Jughead walks into the room, smiling at the beautiful girl before him. As she laughs like a giddy child he makes his way towards her, "Whatcha thinking about, Betts?" She was still grinning and staring off into space, barely taking notice of his presence. Still, the soft echo of Jughead's nickname for her rushed through her ears swiftly, a calming presence washing over her.

Jughead walks in front of her and sits on his knees, trying to get her attention. When Betty won't meet his eyes, he decides to take initiative. With a swift movement, he leaves a long-lasting kiss on her lips. As he pulls away, she shakes her head, getting rid of the long-lost haze she was in.

"What, Juggie?" A sweet smile appears on her face as he stares deep into her eyes. Fear has been the only emotion she has felt for the past while. With Chic, the monster, living in her house, everything has been too overwhelming. She had feared for what he could do to her. Fear for what he could say or do at any moment that could break their family apart. Fear for what he knew about the man he killed in her kitchen. The man whom she disposed the body of. But she had been set free. She was finally free... and Jughead was her escape. The boy she was deep in love with was her escape from everything. It's been a long time since Betty had felt the strong emotion of true happiness. With Jughead, it couldn't be more vigorous.

Too lost in her green-blue beauty, he almost forgets his question. "Why has put you in this happy mood, my love?" Although it's late in the day, his words seem husky. Sexy. It only takes him a second to lock his lips onto her neck. Jughead's soft lips against Betty's skin makes her melt internally. Her thoughts from before now long gone.

"Mm, Jughead," Betty tried her best to keep quiet from what she was feeling. She shivers, his touch now leading up her neck to her jawline. He leaves love bites along her skin, marking his territory to show what was his. To show that Betty belongs to Jughead, and Jughead belongs to Betty. "Don't you wanna... go to Pops... for some food... you must be... hungry," She tries her best to distract him from continuing.

"Not for Pop's," Jughead says, very straightforward. Betty still had a tinge in her stomach, scared at the idea of FP walking in at any moment. He wasn't present currently, but time was their worst enemy. "You can try your best to distract me," Jughead whispers against her skin, his raspy voice sending more shivers down her spine. "But nothing could distract me from you, Elizabeth Cooper."

"I thought I told you not to call me that," Betty whispers, biting her lip from the feeling he was giving her.

His hands find their way under her thighs as he picks her up and rushes to the bedroom. Through their connected, heat-filled lips, Betty squeals for him to put her down. He refuses but gives in as he closes the door and tosses her onto the bed. With only slight protest, he climbs on top of her. They were lost in each other's lips, gone with skin against skin. None took up too much time taking off each other's shirts and pants.

Too lost. They were too lost.

Too lost to hear the rustling in the trailer. Too lost to hear the steps coming towards the door. Too caught up in each other to hear the name, "Jug," come through the mouth of FP Jones as he walks through the bedroom door. "Boy, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" His voice booms throughout the trailer, startling them both. Only their stunned eyes stared back. "Put on your clothes and go to bed, both of you. There will be no funny business in this trailer, you hear me?"

Their faces were bright red. The second they heard FP's voice Jughead didn't hesitate to cover up his girlfriend with his body. FP walks out holding his head in his hands, a big sigh escaping his mouth. They burst out into laughter, putting on their pj's. None could seem to stop the giggles from escaping their mouths. Soon enough, they were both toppled over each other, falling on the floor. They couldn't stop laughing. Every time one would make eye contact with the other, it would set them off again. Eventually, their laughs and screams died down, tears in their eyes from giggling too much.

They lay down underneath the covers together, their warm bodies overpowering the freezing cold room. Jughead looks upon his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, nestling her head into the crook of his neck.

"Jughead?" FP yells.

"Yeah, dad?" Jughead almost wanted to start laughing again, but Betty was tired, so he tried his best to be quiet.

He peeks his head into the room, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight with me, and don't even try to get your way out of this one."

"Okay, Dad," Betty looks up and gives puppy eyes to Jughead, not wanting to sleep without him. "Don't worry," He says, somehow reading her mind, "I'll find a way,". She smirks, pulling him in for a quick kiss before he exits the room.

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When Betty asked Jughead if she could stay with him, he pictures endless nights of falling asleep with his girlfriend in his arms. He didn't picture sleeping on a pull out couch with his father. But he tries to ignore it as he tries his best to fall asleep, a warm blanket wrapped around him. The blanket is ripped away from him. The freezing air of the trailer engulfs him, coating his body in goosebumps and shivers. FP was bundled up next to him with all of the blankets.

He sighs and grabs another blanket, yet again wrapping it around his cold body. The blanket is taken away again. "Seriously, dad?" Jughead says but is only returned with the sound of loud snoring. This is my chance, he thinks. He craves to be in bed with Betty, her warm body wrapped around him. God, he's so in love with her.

Carefully, he slowly pulls himself away from the pullout couch and starts to head towards the bedroom. Only three steps in, he trips hard onto the ground. "Boy, what are you doing? Get back to bed now!" FP says, obviously waken up.

Jughead pulls himself off the ground and comes back to bed. He waits about half an hour for FP to fall back asleep. The assuring sounds of his snores cue him. Once again, he gets out of bed and tiptoes to the room Betty's sleeping in. He lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the bedroom door behind him.

He wakes the girl up in the process, "Juggie? What are you doing? It's the middle of the night, Jug," She sits up, only wearing one of his shirts and a pair of underwear.

"I'm coming to sleep with you, Betts, of course." Jughead smiles wide as he takes off his shirt and climbs into bed.

Betty had felt cold without Jughead in bed with her. The hours that she was alone, her insides felt empty. Jughead had somehow made her whole. "Mm, Juggie," Betty whispers against him, "I love you."

His warm arms wrap tightly around her, no space in between them. "I love you too, Betts. Goodnight."