#bughead practice

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From When You Muse, You Lose, Archie's Pal Jughead #92 (1997).

[bettycooper]

Bughead Appreciation Week | Day Two | Fluff

On our very first day at Harvard, a very wise Professor quoted Aristotle: "The law is reason free from passion." Well, no offense to Aristotle, but in my three years at Harvard I have come to find that passion is a key ingredient to the study and practice of law -- and of life. It is with passion, courage of conviction, and strong sense of self that we take our next steps into the world, remembering that first impressions are not always correct. You must always have faith in people. And most importantly, you must always have faith in yourself. Congratulations class of 2023 -- we did it!

[imreallyloveleee]

For the fall trope game: Bughead + sweater weather + first kiss

“Do you want tea?”

Betty swipes her highlighter through a line in her notes and then pauses, unsure if she’s heard him right. “Tea? Like hot tea?”

“Yeah. Nothing fancy, it’s just Lipton’s.” Jughead shrugs one shoulder. “My dad likes it.”

Betty bites back a smile. Since arriving at the trailer less than an hour ago, he’s offered her water, orange soda, Oreo cookies, a frozen pizza, and some hand cream — all of which she’d politely declined, save the water. Clearly, he doesn’t play host very often.

(Which is why she’d felt so excited — special, even — to be invited here in the first place. Even if it was their only remaining option for a study session after Pop’s had closed for the evening for a private event, and Alice Cooper had forbidden any visitors to their house while the guest bathroom was being remodeled.)

“Do you want tea?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’m good.”

“Betty.” 

She can hear the good humor in his frustration, though, and lets her own smile crack through this time as she returns her gaze to the notebook in her lap. “I’m fine.”

He huffs, but lets it go, leaning back against the sofa beside her as he pages aimlessly through their history textbook. “Isn’t it a little early in the year to be giving us such a huge exam? The leaves aren’t even changing yet.”  

“Welcome to AP Euro. Cheryl warned us it was tough.” With a sigh, Betty caps her highlighter and drops her notebook to the floor. “One hour of AP studying is like three hours of normal studying. I think we’ve earned a break by now, don’t you?”

His mouth curls up at the side, and Betty’s heart thumps in her chest as he turns towards her. 

She forces her face into a neutral expression. Practically the only thing she could think about all summer was when they’d finally stop dancing around one another, and Jughead would make a move. But then he hadn’t. So it’s still all she can think about now that autumn’s set in, as the days grow shorter, the air gets chillier, and the homecoming dance – which she’d vaguely hoped they’d attend together – approaches.

Sigh.

Jughead rests his arm along the back of the sofa, his long fingers dangerously close to brushing against her shoulder. “So what does a Betty Cooper study break entail?”

Betty taps her chin, pretending to think. “Clowns? Balloons, definitely. Maybe some karaoke.” 

He laughs, and then – then – his hand drops down to rest on her shoulder. She tries not to shiver as he gives it a single squeeze. 

“Will you settle for some – oh.” Jughead’s brows pull into a frown as he leans forward, peering at her arm. “Betty, you must be freezing. You’ve got goosebumps.”

Confused, she runs one hand across the skin of her forearm, and realizes he’s right – hairs raised, skin pebbled. It’s just not for the reason he thinks.

Before she can protest, he’s on his feet, muttering something under his breath as he disappears down the hall. Betty sinks back against the sofa cushions, face flaming. In approximately ten seconds Jughead is going to realize that it’s actually so warm outside she hadn’t even bothered to wear a jacket on the walk over, and there’s something much more embarrassing going on here. 

“I told my dad it was time to get the heating back on,” he grumbles, appearing flustered as he emerges from the bedroom. 

Collapsing onto the sofa beside her, he places something in her lap: his gray cable knit sweater. She remembers admiring the way it made his shoulders look broader last winter, months before she’d finally pieced together the understanding that the fluttery, nervous feeling she’d started getting around her childhood friend was a full-on crush. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells her, unable to meet her eyes. “This is why I don’t like having people over – it’s not you. It’s just not a nice place to be.” 

“Juggie.” 

Without really thinking about it, she touches his arm. He lifts his gaze to meet hers, and Betty realizes: if she wants to have a ‘moment’ with Jughead, maybe she’s got to make it happen herself. 

She leans in and presses her mouth to his.

She pulls back quickly – too quickly, it seems, because Jughead makes a sound of protest low in his throat and touches her waist with one hand and pulls her back in for another.

They kiss again, for longer this time.

When it ends, neither of them seems to know where to look, so Betty lets her gaze drop down to the sweater in her lap. Jughead’s eyes follow. 

“If that was all it took,” he says slowly, “I should have given you my sweater a lot sooner.”

“It’s okay.” Betty smiles, and he smiles back. “It wasn’t sweater weather yet.”

[crazy-god-bunker-jughead]

“Ew it’s gross that they did Falice and Bughead at the same time they shouldn’t have done that it’s practically incest”

Well I for one think it’s actually the most interesting thing about Bughead thank you.

[winterlovesong1]

For @bugheadalwaysandforever who asked for a One Tree Hill esq Bughead AU -

Send in a ship + AU and I’ll write a little snippet

-/-

They’d been in grade school together, but not necessarily grown up together. Yet, she was aware of random details about him despite being an audience member to his life - details ranging from his favorite food is any meat sandwiched between two slices of bread to the situation with his dad. Or lack there of.

But it wasn’t until she got stuck at school, her mom flaking on pick up after cheer practice and too late to catch the bus that she spent any real time together - post sandbox era.

“You need a ride?” He says sitting idle on the front seat of a used black leather bike with the initials FJ etched into the side panel.

“You offering or just mocking me standing here?” Leaning into her token trait of sarcasm as he pulled further along the curb, placing her hand at her skirted hip of her cheer uniform.

“Hop on,” motioning to the backseat, zipping open the attached satchel to offer her a second helmet.

She sighs and snatches the helmet from his left hand, straddling the warm leather seat before she hears,”hold on tight.”

Quick to wrap her arms around his waist, the tires skid across the school parking lot as she screams in his ear the start of directions, “It’s a block…”

“I know where I’m going,” he yells above the motorcycle engine.

She stays silent for the duration of the ride, gripping onto his middle and thinking more about safety than how even at the speed they were going, she could smell his chosen musk cologne mixed with the grease from the bike.

She lets herself drift off into the moment, into his scent, until he pulls up to the drive of her house with a confidence she finds alluring.

Shaking off the feeling, she makes her way up the sidewalk before she hears at her back…

“People don’t always leave.”

Turning over her shoulder she asks, “What?” Though she did catch what he said it was more a why.

“People don’t always leave you know. Some people stick around.”

“How would you know anything about that?”

The ethereal time of growing up shadowing her question, the looming issue with his dad hanging heavy in the air along with the idea that her mom bailed on her resting between them now just as it did when he pulled up to curb at school.

“You just seem like the kind of girl people wouldn’t choose to leave so easily.”

And then he starts the ignition again on his bike and says above the roar of the engine, “I’ll be seeing you.”

She shouts back down the drive, “See you around…Jug.”

[petalsmooth]

Constantly repeating something doesn’t make it true. 

Ratings took a long never ending spiral when Barchie cheated followed by Barchie “sealing” it with shower sex. 

Jabitha happened end of season 5 when finally got together.

They literally have nothing to do with RD’s rating disaster. They didn’t cause it. Lili and KJ’s characters together caused it and LILI wanted that pairing after breaking up with Cole. 

Current ratings are just a result of constantly moving the show, long breaks and and uneven story telling. But ratings are so low I hardly think it matters if up .04 or down .05. Show is ending too.

Once again certain people find it hard to accept two things. 

Lili does not and never has carried the show. Placing her with KJ tanked it because they have no chemistry and she is not a good enough actor to carry him. After 2 years without Cole I actually think he was the one that motivated her to be better because without him her scenes are stiff and awkward. During this period the show sidelined Cole as a loser drunk which HIS fans hated. The only redeeming grace was Erinn/Tabitha but even there once started to move forward RAS separated by having Jughead leave town again. Because he is an uneven story telling hack. Even when he finds something that works he manages to find a way to stall it.

Second..your being a racist doesn’t mean Jabitha doesn’t have fans. They were practically the only thing people liked about the finale (and I mean even formerly non shippers) which otherwise was abysmal. Sure, some people liked the notion Choni might not be done but the actual scenes were insulting. 

You all continue trying to link Jabitha reception to Barchie reception but it’s just not the same. The couples didn’t form at the same time and fanbases are different. A lot of Jabitha fans are Jughead fans and NOT Barchie/Archie or Betty fans. Yes there is crossover because Barchie’s believe Jabitha secures barchie. Also at this point Barchie’s probably are the largest shipper base because so many Bughead or Jughead fans left the show after the cheat arc. But they aren’t coming back. The remaining viewers are fine with Jabitha. Infact I think that is the only couple almost everyone agrees on with exception of L-stans. Every other relationship is more fluid.

[thatiranianphantom]

Do you think it will be obvious in the final that things were wrong? I mean it is obvious, but do you think they will spill it out? Like, the couples rn will just be gone and it's obvious they never happened in this TL? And what hints could you see for the og couples? Maybe a setup for Bh to work together in s7? For va smth similar like the ending in married life w Archie? Or what are your ideas, wishes?

Yes, regardless of whether or not they'll remember it in s7, I do think they'll spell it out. This is a show that needs to hold your hand through the entire process. This is a show that is so condescending with its references and plotlines that they are practically spoon-feeding us. I can't see them passing up the opportunity to sneak in a "look how brilliant we were with this plot" moment. I definitely think they'll spell it out specifically.

I don't know exactly what we're looking for in terms of hints but I wouldn't discount some overtly romantic moments for the OG couples, as well as them maybe talking through some of the stuff they never did in s5. Not everything, mind you, but having some long-overdue conversations. Also maybe a callback to 605 with Bughead and them saving the world together. VA will end up very much already together (despite, you know, Evan saying the two people in a tub together talking about kids were just hooking up. Still can't believe that.)

If I could absolutely have anything I wished? I would wish for a big shouting confession kiss for BH. Maybe something about how "it's always you" or "I've only ever loved you". Cliche? Yes. But it's been two years. Give me all the cliche, I need it.

[writeradamanteve]

What!? Please don't think your writing sucks! You are amazing💫, i still reread your fanfics all the time! Also, side note, when i first saw pics for the essex serpent tv show of Tom Hiddleston and Claire Danes, my immediate thought was Oh they look like grownup Bughead in Daemon Bound!

Sending you love 💞💞💞

First of all, I did not KNOW the Essex Serpent existed until now.

Thank you for this because I just know I would love this. ❤️

Next, you are a dear and I thank you for making an old writer feel young again 😚😘 You have truly made my day.

Finally, I do want to say that I do not think I suck at writing anymore. I’m not bad, I think ☺️, BUT

Oh, I did suck when I first started to write at 9. I probably sucked into my early 20s.

But OF COURSE I sucked. We all did. Nobody was born a good writer. Reading, practice, and a continued passion for it makes anyone better. That’s what’s I love about it, I guess. Anyone who puts the time, energy, and care into writing will always improve. ❤️

Love you all. 💐

[girlsloveamystery]

Prompts for one-shots.

Hey guys! My blue and gold one shots need a little love!

I have some prompt ideas for you. (Also, remember I accept prompts in my asks as well):

Bughead - Ever After

Bughead - Halloween prompt for upcoming spooky season

Bughead - Jughead is the FBI agent tasked to find Betty after she goes missing because of TBK. NGL, this may be an in-depth story I write later.

Bughead: Betty breaks her ankle at cheerleading practice, cue protective boyfriend,Juggie.

[soyforramen]

ooooo 17 and/or 28 for bughead

I am so terribly glad tumblr does not date these, because I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting on this draft. Regardless, here goes:

xxx

“Bite me, Jones,” Betty snapped. She screwed her eyes shut and breathed deeply as she counted to ten. No one in Riverdale could get under her skin like he could. And he knew it.

“Make me, Cooper.”

Betty curled her lip and turned away from Jughead Jones and his stupid smirk and his stupid hat. She knew from the start that this whole idea was inane. But because it was Archie’s last birthday in Riverdale, and because she and Jughead were Archie’s best friends, she’d said yes to Jones’ stupid idea to throw a surprise party. 

For whatever reason, it hadn’t occurred to Betty that Archie might want a birthday party. Over the years they’d fallen into such a routine it almost felt too close to sacrilege to change. The day before Archie’s birthday, he and Jughead would disappear to spend all day gorging on junk food and video games until it came time for a midnight creature feature at the Bijou. The day of, Archie would spend his birthday with his parents as Mrs. Andrews always made a point to come back to Riverdale on his birthday. The next following was Betty’s, and it had become their tradition to find new trails to hike around Sweetwater River only to end their day at Pop’s with burgers and shakes.

It was a custody arrangement they’d all been more than happy with ever since Betty had proclaimed her hatred of Jughead Jones in the second grade for making Ethyl cry because he ran away from her the entire week of Valentine’s. And despite Archie’s numerous attempts over the years at a tentative truce, neither Betty nor Jughead could stand the sight of each other for too long.This year, however, Jughead decided to buck the system.   

With a party.   

For Archie.   

Only one week to plan it.  

Together.

When Jughead had first mentioned it, Betty assumed he’d do what everyone else did when it came to these things: tell Betty his vision and let her handle everything while still getting partial credit for having come up with the idea in the first place. But apparently she’d underestimated him. Not only had he come up with the idea for a party, he also wanted to help plan it. 

Normally Betty would jump at the chance for any sort of event planning help. She’d had to beg, borrow, and blackmail to get any actual help to put together Homecoming and the Spring Formal . And now she had a ready, willing participant who came with his own ideas as to how this party should go.It was as if Fate itself were determined to prove the old adage, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’(Fate, too, could bite her.)The ultimate problem, though, was not the fact that it was Jones’ proposing and helping plan the party. It was not that they both wanted to outdo each other in a childish attempt to prove their superior friendship with Archie. The problem was she had to interact with Jones’ to get this done. It was the most she’d ever had to interact with him since they’d sat at the same square of tables in elementary school and it was a reminder why she’d avoided him ever since. Every idea she had was countered by his own; every suggestion was met with scepticism and budgeting concerns; every minute detail picked apart. Their tastes were too far apart on music, food, and decorations along with everything else it took to plan a party. He was far too sarcastic, too caustic for her. She was too nice, too blithe for his. It was mutual loathing that frustrated Betty every time she had to see him in the hallways. And now she’d agreed to spend most of her free time with him for a week.Archie better fucking love this damn party.

xxx

Monday Morning: 4 Days til B-Day

Today was not Betty Cooper’s day. She’d forgotten about the essay due in History class because she’d been consumed with scholarship applications and making decorations for Polly’s wedding. She’d dropped a beaker of acid on her shoes in lab class and now had to wander around in the ugliest, grossest pair of crocs the school’s lost and found had to offer. And to top it all off, her hair tie had snapped in gym class, leaving her hair in a tangle of waves that drew attention from everyone for just how messy it was.It took all she had not to skip school for the first time in her life. The only thing stopping her was the inevitable lecture she knew would be waiting at home. If Betty ruined her perfect attendance record three months before graduation, the fit her mother would throw would surely top the one when Polly told her she was unwed and pregnant.And when the tumbler on her locker stuck, it was all she could do not to scream. Finally the lock popped off and the door slammed into its neighbor.“Party planning going well?” Kevin asked from behind. He leaned against the locker bank and leveled all the magnets that had fallen to the bottom of the door.“Yes, actually. That’s the problem,” Betty snapped. She threw her textbooks into the locker, already digging through the three and a half years worth of junk for a hair tie. “I’d say that’s less of a problem, and more of a shoe in to finally free all that hair Jones’ has been hiding from us,” Kevin said with a Hello Kitty magnet suspended between his thumb and forefinger. When Betty rolled her eyes, he clicked his tongue. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. The UST between you two has been at peak level for at least two years.”Betty heaved out a sigh and reached for the top shelf. She tried to imagine herself someplace relaxing and far, far away from here. One of those Swedish spas Veronica was always gushing about. A sunny beach with no one around. An automotive shop that worked exclusively on muscle cars made by Corvette and Ford between 1958 and 1972 somewhere south of Paris, France.“Of course it’s a problem, Kev. It means that not only is he a complete and total asshole, he’s also a competent and capable asshole,” Betty huffed. She grabbed her history book out of her bag and threw it into the locker hard enough to rattle the mirror on the back. “At least you now won’t have to split all your free time between the paper, the party, and practice for the Vixens.”As much as Betty loved him, sometimes she hated how Kevin could always find a positive in every situation and how desperately she hated the fact that Veronica had decided to attend a prep school for her senior year.“We forgot about Veronica,” Betty gasped. Prior frustrations forgotten, Betty tapped away on the screen. Between event planning and the massive extracurricular load her mother insisted on, Betty hardly had any time to think about what she’d get for Archie. There was no way Veronica would forget something as important as Archie’s birthday, but if there was on thing that could throw a wrench into this plan it would be Veronica sweeping Archie off his feet to the Bahamas last minute.Veronica’s reply was almost instantaneous with a string of hearts, followed by several texts grilling Betty for more information about Archie’s relationship status, Riverdale gossip, and whether Betty had finally found herself a boyfriend.Absorbed by her phone, Betty closed her locker and walked to class, Kevin walking beside to her and telling Betty which was the best gossip to pass along to Veronica. As the bell rang, Betty tucked her phone into her jacket pocket and laid out everything she needed for class. Late as usual, Jughead slouched by her on his way to the corner of the room. “Nice hair, Cooper,” he muttered as he passed. “Very Diana Dors today.”Betty’s cheeks went red and her hands flew up to smooth down her hair. She’d been so focused on her conversation with Veronica that the hair tie had been completely forgotten.Kevin leaned across his desk and whispered, “Hashtag: Free the Beanie.”

Xxxxx

Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3

Betty’s phone chimed on the couch beside her. When she saw who it was from, she groaned. They’d just talked after school about the decorations, and she thought they’d come to an agreement. Jughead, however, seemed to differ.“Beans for brains again?” Cheryl asked, eyes glued to her own phone. “Yes. Now decorations are too ‘childish’,” Betty whined. “Why does he have to make things so difficult.”“Because he has your undivided attention for once, baby cousin.”Betty stared at Cheryl. “What does that mean?”Cheryl rolled her eyes and set down her phone. “Read between the lines, it’s a total Castle and Bennet situation.”Even if she’d been offered the world, Betty still couldn’t figure out what Cheryl meant. With a sigh, Betty packed up her back and headed to Pop’s, figuring it would be easier to meet with him in person than spend three hours going back and forth in text.

Xxxxx

Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3Betty slammed her lunch tray on the cafeteria table. “I hate him and that stupid grin of his. Like he knows everything. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?”Kevin moved to the side as Betty swung her leg over the bench to sit down. “Because it’s Archie’s birthday and he’d do the same for you?”Betty snorted. “I doubt he’d work with his mortal enemy to plan me a party.”“True. Because I’d be the one doing the planning. If Archie was doing it there’d be cold pizza and hot ice cream. He’s not big on the planning thing.”Betty stabbed at a piece of fruit and let that sink in. It would be so much easier to let this go, to say she was done with the whole thing and let Jughead finish organizing it. But if she backed out now they’d both know he’d won in the ongoing feud they had. It was frustrating and unnerving and took every last bit of self-control to work with him. He was a constant distraction, taken to staring at her when she was talking and unnerving her by how close he was willing to get. Even stranger, as if he knew just how to get under her skin, he’d sat next to her in English this morning and attempted a semi-polite conversation.“Do I want to ask what’s got her so riled up now?” Toni asked as she sat down. “Jughead’s lips,” Kevin said with a smile.Toni leaned forward, his face eager for more information. “What? Did he kiss you? I thought you two were only supposed to be planning a party.”“Kevin,” Betty scolded. “And no. We can barely stand to be in the same room together. He’s insisted on doing the decorating himself.”Kevin and Toni shared a look. “And that’s bad, how?” Toni asked.“I know you’re used to being in charge of everything, but why is it a problem for him to decorate?” Kevin asked.“Because I was planning on using what we had leftover from Polly’s New Year’s Eve party. It would have been perfect.” Betty said.“What did he say about that?”Betty looked down at her salad and picked at it. “I didn’t exactly mention it.”Toni raised an eyebrow and Kevin let out a heavy sigh.“But obviously if I was pushing to do the decorations, I had a plan,” Betty said, her words sounding thin.“Last time I checked Jones wears several different hats, but mind reading is not one of them,” Toni said. “And being straightforward isn’t Betty’s,” Kevin said.Betty elbowed him in the ribs. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”He squirmed away from her. “I am. But you tend to have a take charge attitude and don’t always share the whole plan. Or let other people have much input when you’ve made up your mind.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”Kevin held up his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, maybe this thing isn’t all one-sided. You’re not used to people wanting to help plan something, and he’s -” Kevin faltered, not knowing Jughead enough to speak to his personality.Toni, though, was quick to step in. “Jughead is a snarky gloom and doom nerd. His people skills need some help too.”“Exactly. But maybe if you try to work with him.” He let the thought linger a moment before going into the latest gossip about the lacrosse team.

Xxxx

Thursday Afternoon - Party Countdown; 1

“I’m doing this for Archie, Jughead. If you don’t like that, then you don’t have to be involved,” Betty said after a few deep breaths.“This was my idea, Betty. Not some project you can step in and fix just because I’m involved. The door is right there if you change your mind,” Jughead snapped back. He turned away from her and focused his attention on his computer. Betty’s hands clenched and unclenched. A fire burned in her chest and she had to work to stay seated There was nothing she wanted more than to slap him. It annoyed her that he was right; they were doing this for Archie, not for some strange kudos for their own egos. “Fine.”Jughead’s head jerked up and he looked as if he were surprised she’d conceded so easily. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” she said her words clipped. Just because she was wrong didn’t mean she had to like it.His eyes narrowed and Betty waited it out. If he wanted to suspect her of ulterior motives, then so be it. She just wished he could bring the intensity down a little bit.Eventually, he waved to the seat across from him and, in a rare gesture of cordiality, waved Pop down for a round of shakes. While Betty was suspicious herself of his motives, she took the seat and pulled out her planner to go over their last minute plans.

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Friday Night - Party Countdown: 0

Betty leaned against the porch railing, a red solo cup full of something red and overly sweet in her hands. Veronica had sworn she’d like it, but Betty could barely stomach a sip of it. She’d never been one for parties or alcohol or general teenage mischief. Seeing what had happened to Polly had cured Betty of any desire of that.“Looks like we managed to pulled it off,” Jughead said. He lifted a can to his lips - a brazenly boring soda that stood out against their peers attempts to summon Dionysus into the Andrews’ living room.Betty turned towards him and watched him watch the party through the windows. “Surprisingly.”He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t turn towards her. Betty’s eye followed the movement only to trail down his profile. It was odd, she realized, to have never really thought about what he looked like without the permanent scowl and irritable persona he’d taken up as a defense mechanism.“It’ll be a bitch to clean up, though,” Jughead said.Betty snorted and poured her drink into the bushes beneath her. “I vote that’s Archie’s problem.”“And Veronica’s,” Jughead added, with a nod to the opening door.“There you two are,” Veronica said. She shot a sly grin to Jughead who rolled his eyes.Betty filed her questions away for later, particularly those about how close Veronica and Jughead seemed to have gotten over the past year. “This was a really great surprise,” Archie said, oblivious of the strange interaction going on next to him. He looked as tired as Betty felt, but somehow managed a level of energy even she couldn’t fake. She pulled him into a tight hug as the sudden realization that this was their last year of high school hit her. Tears threatened to spill at the corner of her eyes. In six months, Archie would no longer be her constant companion. It would be the first time ever that he wasn’t part of her life. Betty screwed her eyes shut and thought about the good times.“You’re welcome Archie. Happy birthday,” she said through a sniffle.They pulled apart and it was Jughead’s turn to pull Archie into a hug. Betty took a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks.“Happy birthday, bud,” Jughead said with a grin. He nodded towards Veronica. “Enjoy it while you can.”Betty pulled Veronica into a hug, the pain of missing her not as severe. After all, they’d be roommates next fall, something they’d been planning since they were twelve. “I’m going to call it a night,” Betty said. Veronica kissed her on the cheek and, in a surprising move, pulled Jughead into a bear hug. She whispered something to him that made him flush before letting him go. “Walk her home,” Veronica ordered him. “I want nothing to happen to my girl. We have plans, after all.”“V, I live ten feet away,” Betty reminded her.Jughead rolled his eyes, but complied when Veronica shoed him after Betty. When they reached the sidewalk, Jughead cleared his throat.“Hey, Cooper.”Betty turned to face him. “Yes?”“Are we still in a truce?”She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got another ten minutes until curfew. So, I’d say we were.”Jughead took a step towards her, dropping his gaze to the ground. He swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting. “You’re not half bad, now that I think about it.”Betty smiled. It was probably the nicest thing she’d heard him say about anything in a while. “You’re not half bad yourself, Jones’.”“Also,” he paused, glancing behind them as if to check that they were alone.“What? What is it?” she asked, stepping towards him, worried he’d say or do something. Her fingers curled into a loose fist, but what she wouldn’t have ever expected was for him to pull her close and press his lips against hers.The world came to a startling halt as Betty’s brain went into overdrive. (They were kissing.) This was Jughead Jones her self-proclaimed high school rival in all things that mattered. (He was kissing her.) Before this week they’d never had a nice thing to say about each other. (And she liked it.) The only common ground they ever had was fighting over Archie (Worse, she was kissing him back) and snarking at each other over stupid little things.A car backfired a street over and the spell was broken. The world wrenched itself back into rightful place. Betty’s eyes fluttered open and everything looked the same as it had before. Only there was that look in his eyes, and there was that exhilarating feeling in her chest that could only mean the sky was the limit, and the ground beneath her was shaking. At some point her hand had come to rest on his cheek. It felt normal there, like a bird finally come home to roost. She rubbed her finger against his smooth skin and he turned his head to kiss her palm. “Pop’s tomorrow?” he asked.Betty answered him in another kiss.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Betty practices her song while Jughead plays the drums in The Archies #3 (2018).

[celandineitsaflowerdickward]

Dumped some older sketches on my Instagram of the ever iconic ilbt1 story by @literatiruinedme - that I’ve posted on here long ago but just forgot to add to Instagram- howEVER I don’t think I shared this one (as i obv never finished)

-as always click for better quality-

[thetaoofbetty]

six-ish sentence sunday

i am starting to work on what you wanted, @melimelrockswell1204, promise! 

“Wake up, love,” he whispered, pushing her hair off her face while her sleepy eyes opened and focused on him. 

“Jug?” Blinking, she stretched like a cat before smiling. “What are you doing here?” 

“I think you know.” Taking her hand, he helped her stand and took her in, the little black dress, the heels, the almost smudged lipstick on her mouth. “Don’t you?” 

She lifted her chin, staring at him in silent defiance. 

Turning her around, he ran his thumb across her jaw gently, tilting her head back. “You ignored my text.” 

“Did I? I must have forgotten,” she answered breathlessly, her thighs shifting together. 

“Don’t lie to me.” He exhaled, still running his fingers along her throat. “You know I expected an answer. Didn’t you?” 

 She fought a shiver and licked her lips. “Maybe. But it’s not like you can make me.” 

“Oh, Elizabeth,” he said, slipping his free hand across her waist to pull her against him so he could brush his nose against her cheek. “I think I can.”

[satelliteinasupernova]

I made a dress for Betty!

[baddieromanova]

Don’t really go here anymore, don’t really give a fuck about these characters or ships but let me just say this: I wish you lot as a fandom, gave a fuck about weak and poorly executed plot and character development/regression and the dismantling of friendships when it ACTUALLY mattered, and not used it to suddenly criticise what we all knew was the inevitable happening

[petalsmooth]

Remember these are the people who complained about Tabitha having nothing to do or only interacting and caring for Jughead. The SECOND Tabi had an episode away from Jughead in the stands as a background character at a football game they were happy. Because the “threat” faded into background and they got to see Betty cringe at being near Jughead and dismiss his suggestions at help and called this “Bughead rising/sexual tension”. 

Their feigned concern about her integration into the canvas magically disappeared and they started putting out she should be paired with Reggie on the basis on both unattached at time and I can only presume...need to pair the minority characters together to keep in the background. Certainly not based on any deep interactions between them or common interests that they claim she and Jughead don’t have (they do) but magically didn’t matter with those two.

They initially said they LIKED Tabitha in the beginning (they didn’t) but now they don’t like her. Why? She is the same person they claimed they liked then so must have been equally boring right? Oh but right...then you were convinced she’d mammy the white kids back together clapping her hands like a trained seal. 

You all have endlessly tried to insist would be a leabian hookup with Toni or Cheryl or even Betty even though never has shown an interest sexually or romantically in anyone BUT Jughead. Another thing you condemn her for because it further reflects poorly on Betty. BTW she and Lili have NO chemistry you lunatics. Their scenes are painful and that is ALL on Lili who has chemistry with almost no one. If we are really being honest and not lying (which you all do) the person who struggles to create any sort of connection is Ms Reinhart. Can’t speak to current fixation you all have on a new entrant as haven’t watched last few episodes but of those on canvas that I KNOW only people not a complete wet blanket with are Cole, Casey, Madchen and sometimes Mads. And Cole is not what it was because clearly she can’t keep professional separated from personal.

You keep whining about Tabitha being center stage in the plot and being paired with other characters but then I thought that’s what you wanted when she just had scenes with Jug? Oh, but not really is it. What you wanted was her romantically with someone else. Not still a couple with Jughead being accepted by his social circle and unquestionably the new heroine of the show. If anything the show is further entrenching her into his life with these other characters because they feel they’ve solidly established Jabitha as a couple. You hate this.

You so badly thought this upcoming season would be more of violence and fighting between Jug and Tabi. We all remember the spider promo. Then you thought she would cheat (script leak). Then you thought she would be evil (instead it’s the whore of Babylon). Lastly you were practically begging the writers to have Percy kill her to end the season. No, no you all aren’t racist at all.