#cute bughead

[hoodie-girls-blog]

Jughead: I'm so sad right now

Betty: *enters the room

Betty: Hi Juggy!!

Jughead: never mind I'm sooo happy

Jughead: hi Betts, I love youu

Betty: love you too Jug

[shymeg]

Hot BUGHEAD or Сute BUGHEAD?

What? Noooooo! Ummm both yes both hot cute Bughead! @aluckycatpainteruniverse this is hard back to the Eenie meany miney moe game

Make me choose

Hot Bughead vs cute Bughead

Hot Bughead you are lovely but you are not it. Cute Bughead won this time.

This Pic was under cute but to me it's still hot so winning! Thank you @aluckycatpainteruniverse

[flaresimmerccfinds]

Hey there. Just gonna put this on my page cause... *clears throat* no reason.

[bluevelvetvideo]

Never Again

I wrote this a long ass time ago, and apparently never posted it. Enjoy this tiny drabble of Bughead doing errands.

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“Jughead, if you don’t hurry up, I’m leaving without you!” Betty hollard from the front door. It was Saturday, and that meant doing all of the menial chores they’d been putting off all week: laundry, grocery shopping, general housekeeping things.

“I don’t know why you insist on me coming every time. You always yell at me,” Jughead pouted, trying to hide a smirk from her.

“Oh, stop. Let’s just go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back and finish that episode of Chopped.” Jughead sighed and grabbed his jacket. Going to the grocery store was always an ordeal. They had to walk five blocks, pick up the subway for three stops, then walk another two blocks for the closest grocery store that wasn’t a bodega.

Living the Brooklyn had it’s challenges, but they were finally on their one--in their own place, without parents, or college roommates. It was small, even by New York’s standards, and it wasn’t exactly Lodge approved, but it was theirs. They’d been living there nearly six months, but it only took a few weeks to fall into a routine. Work. Sleep. Repeat.

They made their way through mass transit and finally arrived at the grocery store. Betty pulled a cart from its place in the carousel and listened to the high pitched shriek of the wheels. Jughead grimaced at the sound, it made his skin crawl. Betty pulled a list from her purse and began rattling the items off to Jughead.

“If we split up, we’ll get done faster,” she explained. “I’ll grab this half,” she said ripping the paper in two, “and you'll do this half.” Jughead looked over the list and rolled his eyes. If there was any chore he hated more than the others, it was grocery shopping.

They entered the store and Betty went directly to produce, placing apples in a small plastic bag. Jughead made his way for rice, salad dressing, and pasta. On his way, he got distracted, as he always did.

“Jughead Jones, what are you doing?” Betty whisper screamed.

“What? Huh?”

“I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes. How long does it take to get three thing?” Betty looked at him, her eyebrow quirked in the center of her forehead. “You didn’t even make it to that aisle, did you?”

Jughead looked down, mildly ashamed. “No,” he said lowly.

“This is why I should never take you shopping with me.” She shook her head slowly, chuckling to herself.

“Sorry--”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Mr. Jones, otherwise, I wouldn’t put up with this love affair you’re having with junk food.” Jughead smirked and walked toward her, not breaking eye contact.

“You think I’m cute?” Betty pushed his shoulder playfully as she left the aisle to get the items Jughead had long forgotten. “Betty, c’mon.” He caught up with her two aisles over. She was chuckling to herself again. “Betty, this is who I am as a person. You’ve gotta learn to accept that by now.”

“I accepted it a long time ago,” Betty rested her head against Jughead’s shoulder as she stared down the aisle. She laced her fingers through his and they walked to the check out. “But, I think I’ll do the grocery shopping on my own from now on.”

“Is that a promise?” Jughead asked, more excited than he should be. Betty glared at him through slotted eyes.

“Keep it up, Forsythe, or I’ll never feed you again.”

--fin