guessing game: hair
oh god, this one appears so much because, well, bughead. I’m gonna give you two, both from the same untitled fic:
“We, uh, might have hacked your phone. Just a little,” Fangs says, bashfully holding two fingers a hair’s breadth apart, and Jughead can’t help his slight smile.
and
He pulls her closer, buries his nose in her hair; he wants to be closer, as close as he can get. She lets out a little Mmm sound that he remembers from so many early mornings with Betty, and he can’t stop himself from holding her tighter and breathing out, “Betts.”












