Bughead Quotes

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Jughead eats the cherry off the top of his milkshake, then begins to drink in the swirling strawberry flavour. It’s cold and creamy and thick and so unlike anything that he’s ever been able to find in New York; maybe, he thinks, it’s the taste of home.

Jughead stares down at their hands, which are loosely entwined. She’d grabbed his earlier, on the way out (a mistake, he’s pretty sure), and he hasn’t had the willpower to disentangle them. “Of course.” He bites his lip, looks out the window at the passing lights of the city, and adds, not for the first time, “Anything for you.”

Archie looks at Jughead like he’s a total and complete idiot, which is something that happens so very rarely that Jughead’s surprise is physical - he leans back a little under the impact of Archie’s look. “Do you think she ever would have picked me,” Archie says lowly, “if she’d known you were an option?"

Out of habit or something else – an unconscious desire to flirt, perhaps, or impress her new teacher, inevitably, Betty bit her lower lip and angled her body downwards to pull a well-worn spiral from her shoulder bag. She sat it in her lap and placed her hands on its battered front cover, “This,” Betty said, looking up at him once more, abject determination in her eyes, “is the spiral notebook that I’ve been keeping with ideas in it since freshman year.”

You too.” His eyes drop to her belly. “And you too, little lime. Don’t make your mom too nauseous today.

If anybody bothers you again, ever, just show them this bracelet and tell them you are under the protection of Jughead Jones,” he said firmly. “Understand?” She nodded quickly, too flabbergasted to say anything. His eyes roamed over her face, stopping once again on her mouth and she gripped her bag tighter, feeling her pulse speed up again. He nodded then and backed away from her and with one last lingering look, headed across the street to a motorcycle parked beside the curb. She stood there frozen as he straddled the bike, started it up and watched as he took off down the street.

hey annnabel!!!!

Because she's my other half," he said simply. "We belong together and I want to spend the rest of my life falling in love with her." "I thought you already did that." Jughead shook his head. "No, not really. I've been falling for four years and I haven't stopped yet."

There isn’t a man on the planet who isn’t completely aware of the exact dimensions of his erect cock, and Jughead’s no exception. He knows he has nothing to be embarrassed about, but he also doesn’t know what Betty has to compare him to.

He glanced briefly at the teacher up front before boldly switching their papers. Betty gasped, shooting him a glare before she looked down and saw that instead of a slope and tangent, he had drawn a boat–a pretty good one–in choppy, foamy waters. She should’ve known those long fingers were pretty dexterous. Oh, God. Kill me now.”

Betty nearly stops dancing altogether, her feet feeling suddenly weighted, staring at him. “Are you proposing?” He laughs, but it’s a nervous sound. “Not at the moment,” he says, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have brought this up right now. But JB got in my head right before we left, saying I should buck up—well, and seeing this, and how happy everyone is…” Jughead swallows, and seems to be struggling to hold her gaze, but manages to. “I wrote a happy ending last year,” he says. “And I didn’t expect to. I didn’t think it was ever…realistic. But that book, Betts—it’s us, and that’s what I want us to have."

It should be illegal, he thought, for Betty to say his name like that, like honey melting on her tongue, and look at him with those eyes, sad, bloodshot but awe-inspiring, a two-act play that left the whole audience on their feet, leaving him with no oxygen and no rational thoughts in his brain, a whirlwind of frenzied thoughts crashing into each other - blonde hair, gemstone-cut beauty shining out of every pore, hidden parts of her soul he wish he could explore,the beach on a sunny day.

Can some one do a fanfiction were bughead and varchie couples are pregnant at same time like after the hills have eyes episode

Look Betty” Jughead starts and clears his throat, steeling his nerve. He knew he needed to have a real conversation with her after their night together. It seemed too good to be true when he woke up this morning and she was still there. He didn’t know how else to describe her presence beyond simply enthralling. He was fascinated by her. Fascinated by the way she moaned under him, fascinated by her shy demeanor in the most intimate times, fascinated by her giggles that followed his snarky comments. Most of all, Jughead found himself fascinated by what Betty Cooper had been through in her life that lead her into his bar last night. The chance encounter seeming to steer both of their paths into each other.

So, yeah. Jughead’s life isn't great, and he's seen a lot of sad things. And yet, watching Betty Cooper walk away might be the saddest thing of all.

Betty wasn't foolish enough to believe anyone else could save her from herself.