Sprousehart

Or make them flow as they should.

They don’t sound particularly profound.

I can’t paint you pretty pictures. Or blend the colors like other artists do.

My watercolors don’t bleed beautifully.

But I can say I love you. In as many languages as you need me to.

I can be fluent in loving you.

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Jughead Jones to Archie Andrews

Uploading this scene because I love so many things: a) Jug’s face when he sees B b) Playful, cocky Jug asking her “how” c) Betty’s confidence d) THE GRIN ON BOTH THEIR FACES

sweetest little part of destiny

“You’ve known me forever, Jug,“ Betty says. “I’ll believe you if you tell me. Is this stupid?”

The hopeful, wide look in her eyes is enough to make Jughead’s heart break. He sighs and turns his palm upward to lay flush against hers. “Betts, nothing that makes you happy will ever be stupid.”

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In which Betty makes plans, and Jughead is nothing if not completely supportive. AU.