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[simon-eriksson]

BUGHEAD (04x10)

[cherishingstydia]

Jealous Bughead 

1x05 // 2x11

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[sainzcaleruega]

Bughead is going to be canon, kai parker is alive and better than ever. What a time to be alive :)

[ihaveadarkness]

[aww-ann-snow]

My Jughead :)

[whump-my-dear-watson]

Happy National Burger day!

[miss-inkwell]

The touch of love ❤️

Betty + caressing Jug’s face

[llove-r]

My reactions in order of watching Betty Cooper get on stage and dancing like a beautiful independent women she is

[bugheadchemistry]

Could you make gifset of Jughead and his outfits in 5x09?

Hello, anon! I was planning on making this but @fyeahbughead beat me to it. 

https://fyeahbughead.tumblr.com/post/646654778345193472/jughea-jones-outfits-05x09-destroyer-requested

I can make another set, if you want, but it won’t be much different than this. Let me know! 

(She also made a Betty set as well, if you’re interested)

https://fyeahbughead.tumblr.com/post/646660327821410304/betty-coopers-outfits-05x09-destroyer

[simon-eriksson]

Gifsets of Fanfics I love (11/?): Neon Moon by @like-romeoandjuliet-love

They understand each other. Their relationship is forged of sarcastic jokes and flirty banter, of deep conversations at three in the morning and a mutual understanding of each other.

She doesn’t expect all of that to change in a month but it does.

He doesn’t expect to fall in love with her in a month but he does.

Or

She’s an actress and he’s musician and they’re both on a break for the first time in years.

[cherishingstydia]

BUGHEAD WILL BE BACK SOON

If they ruin it with Barchie...I will be breaking something

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[riverdalepacks-blog]

Jughead Jone icons + Teen wolf Headers

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• Credit on Twitter: kjsharmann

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Nothing but the Uncouth Truth, Jughead Double Digest #94 (2003).

[jugpeagal]

'Get the hell off (or not)'

relationship: jughead jones x sweet pea

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 1149

*plot what plot? who needs plot?*

Jughead watches with a blank expression as Toni and Fangs make a mess in his kitchen, probably trying to find something to eat. He'd have to clean that up later if he doesn't want FP to give him the 'dissapointed dad' look (not that he would care much if he did). The boy turns on his heel and heads to the couch, where Sweet Pea is sitting with his eyes glued to whatever is displayed on his phone. He's leaning against the arm of couch and his bag is placed right in the middle of the other half of the couch, making it impossible for anyone else to fit there.

"Can I sit?" Jughead asks, pointing at the bag, before he frowns at his own stupidity. What fucking idiot asks if they can sit on their own couch? He clearly should stop staying up writing until 3am.

Sweet Pea looks up at Jughead and raises an eyebrow at him. He looks down, as if he's thinking about something, and then he's reaching for the bag. He places, or more like throws it onto the floor, and just as the other boy is starting to nod in a form of a silent 'thanks', he stretches out all over the couch and grins sharply.

"I don't know, can you?" Sweet Pea asks sarcastically, returning his attention to the screen, and Jughead groans.

Why am I even friends with this guy?

His hands go up to rest on his hips as he glares at Sweet Pea expectantly, waiting for this fucking asshole him to back down, which he obviouly doesn't. Jughead squints his eyes and bites his lip angrily. Sweet Pea wants to play? All-fucking-right.

In one smooth motion, he turns around so that his back is facing the couch, and unceremoniously flops into Sweet Pea's lap, purposefuly jumping a little to make the landing heavier.

"Ow!" the taller boy winces, because as light as Jughead is compared to Sweet Pea's heavy 6'4 ass, the force he sat down with was pretty great.

"Looks like I can," Jug turns his head to look at Sweet Pea, smirking innocently, and crosses his arms over his chest. He can feel a pair of eyes trying to pierce through his skull, but he chooses to blatantly ignore them, instead focusing on the movie that's already starting.

Just in time, Toni and Fangs shuffle in while dragging two chairs and two bags of chips with themselves. The pink haired girl drops one into Jughead's lap and settles on the chair next to the couch. Fangs takes his own seat next to her and they both turn their attention to the movie.

Sweet Pea, who didn't stop glaring at Jughead for this whole time, speaks up. "Okay, you won. You can get off now."

The other boy snorts, tearing the bag open. "No way," he responds shortly, stufffing chips in his mouth.

"Jones. Get off before I break your bones," Sweet Pea hisses, but Jughead looks nowhere near scared as he cocks an eyebrow at him.

"And if I do, will you move and make place for me?" he asks, which is pretty rhetorical, since he's 99,9% sure Sweet Pea won't.

"In your dreams." Now it's Sweet Pea's turn to snort, validating Jughead's suspicions.

"Then you've got your answer." Jughead smile is sharp as he shifts, making himself comfortable and leaning back against the couch.

"Jones, I swear-"

"Shhhh!" Their friends' heads snap in their way as they press their fingers to their lips.

Sweet Pea sighs quietly, sagging into the arm of the couch. There's no way he's going to let Jones fuck with him like that. To be fair, he could just throw him off himself, but then he would just sit back down, so that would be pointless. Huffing angrily, he stuffs his hand in the bag of chips, deliberately brushing against Jug's thigh to make him uncomfortable, but that bastard doesn't even look at him. It's going to be a long night.

They're nearing the end of the movie when Jughead's eyes start to close and he's getting really sleepy. Deciding to get on Sweet Pea's nerves some more, he stops holding himself upright, letting gravity pull him down onto the other boy's chest.

Sweet Pea freezes, taking his eyes off the screen to look at Jughead, who is incredibly close now and probably sleeping (little does he know).

"Hey, Jones. Wake up," he whispers, pushing gently at Jughead's shoulder, who holds back a laugh and cuddles closer into Sweet Pea's chest, pretending to have no idea what is he doing.

His eyes are shut, so he doesn't see that Sweet Pea's face is now turning crimson, and thanks to the dark room, neither do Toni and Fangs. He tries shaking Jughead awake again, but it gets him a total of zero results. He cards his fingers through his hair, and then Jughead's, before he can even register what he's doing. It's surprisingly soft under his hand, and he finds himself stroking it again, 'out of curiosity', he tells himself.

Jughead does his best not to tense up as Sweet Pea starts to play with his hair, because what the fuck? He doesn't have anything better to do, since Jughead is "asleep" and not reacting to every attempt Sweet Pea makes to wake him up, but it doesn't change the fact that Sweet Pea is stroking his hair in front of two other people and, to Jughead's horror and confusion, it feels undeniably nice.

When the movie ends, Jughead is asleep for real, with Sweet Pea's hand tangled in his hair. Toni and Fangs start gathering their stuff, ocassionally glancing in their direction and shooting Sweet Pea winks and smirks, to which he responds by raising his middle finger.

"Bye boys! Tell Juggie we're sorry for the kitchen." Toni giggles as she trails out of the door.

"Have a nice night." Fangs wiggles his eyebrows and if it hadn't been for his current position, Sweet Pea would smack him on the back of the head. He hears the door close, which means they're left alone.

Sweet Pea taps his fingers on the floor, wondering what should he do. He can try to wake Jughead up again, try to fall asleep here or carry the boy to bed and leave. Every one of these options is making him blush with embarassment, which is the only reason why he's thankful for Jughead being asleep.

He closes his eyes for what is meant to be a moment, but he ends up drifting away for the whole ass night. When he wakes up, there's a blanket thrown over them and Jughead is still dead asleep on top of him. He hears footsteps, something falling, muffled cursing and then FP's angry voice:

"FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES THE THIRD, WHAT IN HELL HAS HAPPENED TO OUR KITCHEN?!"

Jugheas lifts his head up, blinking sleepily.

"Oh shit."