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Ballerina bughead AU 𩰠can you imagine what theyâre saying to each other in this scene? đ
Ohh, I have ideas on how to add some of the decorations you named. Now, my questions are: Do you like soft!bughead? What's your favorite type of Bughead? What are your top 5 bughead scenes? - Secret Santa
Oh this damn near torture! - sry for the delay in the reply! But I had to ponder for a bit cause oh how could I ever narrow this down!đ *this question was so much fun- really scrolling through all of those bughead moments I- aww my heart I just love our babies so
(okay so I was actually adding it to this reply but apparently I had reached my 10 picture(/gif) limit - woops đ  so this is broken into 3 post reply´s heres 1/3)
How could I ever choose just 5 tho gah!!
Well firstly, I adORE soft bughead, and they truly donât get to be just two soft teenagers a lot
My favorite soft moments are probably:
The cuddlingďżź in s2
(And the mirroring of that in s4)
And the cuddling, (after their fight too, these too I-đĽş)
And the sweetness and joy in this moment, him picking her up I-
They sweetness of this little moment, with jughead saying câmere these soft little budding lovers
Now thatâs technically 5 soft moments but Iâm gonna ignore that and just add one more soft moment
The cuddling at the end of *i donât remember the episode number but s4*
Like this little forehead kiss I-đĽ°
the other to parts of the ask reply
Top 5 favorite bughead moments
And my favorite flavor of bughead
*this ask is so much fun!! Thank you, almost sry for how long the reply is, keyword almost đ hehe*
And also quick thank you to @bugheadchemistry as I nearly gave up on trying to search through tumblr for the right gifs until I turned at realized that @bugheadchemistry probably would have everything I searched for (and they did, and my oh my these gifs are wonderful, will never seize to amaze me)
Wonder
A bughead drabble inspired by a word.
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You wondered when she knew, when it became perfectly clear that she made you grin and say things that you hoped she would think clever.
You wondered if she caught you staring that one time, and if she did, did you actually convince her that you were staring at something behind her?
Did she notice how utterly speechless you were when she showed up along the side of the football field, alone, wearing her cheer leading uniform for the first time, just to make sure you were there, as promised? You wondered why you had to be there, but you did show up and she did smile when she saw you.
You wondered at what she said: âIâm so glad youâre here! Iâm a little nervous, Juggie,â as if that explains everything, but youâre just happy you can help her in some way, any way.
âYou have nothing to be nervous about, Betts. Youâve wanted this for a while. Youâre gonna do great.â
You wondered if your words meant something then, because they seemed lame to you, but her smile was so bright and she looked so grateful that you felt an ache in your heart when she bounced on her toes, dropped a kiss on your cheek and whispered, âThanks, Juggie.â
You wondered, for a mad moment, if it would be so bad if you never washed your face again. But, yeah, you figured it would be.
(But, oh, that kiss)
You wondered, incredulous, if her constant mention of the homecoming dance meant you would have to muster something and dare to ask her to it. You tried. You really did, but your father was too drunk to reassure you youâd have a suit for that shindig, and by the time you decided that she wouldnât care if you showed up in a clown suit, Veronica had declared Betty was going with her and Archie.
So you supposed, rather than wonder, that you didnât have to do the thing you thought you had to do. Betty was an independent woman, anyway.
But then you wondered, too, if you were all too easy to convince to go stag to this dance anyway, by Archie-with-the-two-dates, and if Archie was not as dumb as he let on (or maybe just as clever as Veronica made him to be), because now it was kind of like a double date that was sneakily orchestrated by this couple who were unironically calling themselves Varchie (ugh).
And now you are on this not-quite-accidental date. The flowers around Bettyâs wrist came from your last $10, and the music was slow, the lights low, and you were sneaking a look at her beautiful face, and youâre wondering, should I?
âBetts,â you said, your voice cracking the slightest bit. âDoyouwannadance?â
âGodIthoughtyouâdneverask.â
You grasped her hand like you were afraid she would change her mind, even if you have no idea where your hands should go when youâre on the dance floor.
You end up with your hands around her waist and her arms are draped on your shoulders. You and she were never so close, and you think sheâs even more beautiful up close like this.
Your beating heart slows as you begin to feel warm in Bettyâs closeness. Sheâs one of your oldest friends. One of the best. She always remembered your birthday and knew the kind of cookies you loved best. She knew the things that mattered to you and the things you hated. She made you ache in parts of you that you never knew could ache.
You were softer with her. Your acerbic wit (a nicer way of describing your being a sarcastic asshole) was so easily dissolved by the way her green eyes fell on you or the affectionate grin she cast when you said something thorny to someone else.
âThis is nice,â she said, smiling at you, as you swayed her gently to the music.
You wonder, then, if dying always felt this sweet.
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When Archie and Veronica disappeared and you wondered how you were going to get home, she took your hand and said, âItâs a nice night and my house isnât that far away. Walk home with me and we can wait for Archie there. Iâm sure heâll be glad to invite you to sleep over at his house.â
That was the best idea of the night.
He wondered, out loud, if her high heels wouldnât bother her, and she smiled, sweetly, and said, âYouâre always thinking of me.â
That was so true.
So you and she walked, and you took shortcuts for her benefit, and she would giggle when you had to drape your coat over thorny bushes, held out your hand for her when she had to step precariously over things, when you gave her your arm but she draped hers over your shoulders, instead, you wondered if you should even dare to hope.
When the jump down a ledge was particularly high, you held her aloft, your arm wrapped around her waist for a second longer, fascinated by the way she let you, and when you arrived at her front door, she said, âDo you want to wait in Archieâs treehouse?â
You nod, because it was the place you first met her and the place you realized, years later, that you would do anything for her.
That treehouse held wondrous epiphanies, and perhaps it would hold room for one more.
You wondered if being a gentleman meant you had to climb first and spare her the awkwardness of making sure no one saw up her skirt, or climb after her to ensure her safety, or at least a soft landing, should she fall and youâd cushion her fall for her.
You were overthinking this so much that you didnât even notice that she was already up there, her high heeled shoes piled by your feet on the grass.
You scrambled up there after her, the tinkle of her soft laughter like a feather along your neck, and you grinned when you hauled yourself up in your ill-fitting suit and scruffy black shoes.
The tree house felt smaller each time you went there, and you had to scooch closer to Betty so that you both can fit.
The light from the flashlight she held bobbed wildly as you shifted about, trying to get comfortable in the smallness, or maybe you were trying to find the best way to have as little space as possible between you and her without being too obvious about it.
Her skirt was voluminous, drowning you both in fluff and fabric, and you gently settled the puff just so you had an excuse to touch even the most remote extension of her.
She grinned and looked up at you in the dim lighting, and you realized the darkness felt intimate enough that you can do what youâve wanted to do, with some pretense of courage.
You leaned over to touch your lips to hers. And when she didnât push or pull away, you leaned even more, tentatively sliding your fingers along her jaw.
When instead of pulling away, you felt her lips part open, something else inside of you took over, and the innocence of your heart made room for red hot desire.
Youâre not quite sure that youâre awake. You wonder if youâre dreaming, but the soft sounds she was making was filling your ears with music and your heart was beating a steady rhythm.
She whispered your name and pulled you even closer by the collar of your jacket, and now you know itâs real, and you know she wants this as much as you do.
You murmur against her lips. Her name. Just her name, because the stream of confessions in your head felt clunky amidst the softness of her lips or the graceful glide of her tongue with yours.
And when you and she finally decided that you really needed to breathe, she said, âI wondered whether you were going to kiss me tonight.â
You rubbed your nose lightly over hers. âI wasnât sure if you wanted me to.â
She laughed, softly. âNow, you know.â
Now, he didnât have to wonder so much.
Youâre such a softie.â Betty says when he pulls away, although his face stays close to hers.
âIâll have you know that I have a reputation as quite the opposite in some circles.â
âIâm glad Iâm not in those circles.â Betty says. âAlthough Veronica told me the nickname the FBI gave us and itâs not exactly bad ass.â
Jughead raises both eyebrows questioningly. âSo what is it?â
âThe lovebirds.â
âReally?â Betty knows how to read Jugheadâs expressions well, thatâs how she knows heâs torn between exasperation and delight. âEven after we took down that one serial killer in Wyoming?â
Betty nods and Jughead kisses her again. Itâs a different kind of kiss, his lips pressing into her collarbone.
âAre you trying to prove them wrong?â Betty asks.
âHell no.â
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Of course I had to draw it
okay so I've been working on this for a while now and wanted to finally share the finished piece! art is by @satelliteinasupernova (who has very amazing art which im vv obsessed with-) (also, I hope its okay that I used your art in this?) anyway - enjoy!
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