“In ghost, Thomas smiled at Edith, really smiled; she remembered the glow of flame in his eyes when they had danced the Chopin waltz; the radiance of the firelight on his face in their humble honeymoon sanctuary at the depot. Need had driven him into the darkness, but love had brought him into the light. It had redeemed him.”
Crimson Peak, book.
fav outfit/look: IK the whole thing of this is to choose one but I CAN’T. I love him with the plaid shirt. When he wears black (cause men wearing black is my weakness). And of course when he use his regular/casual clothes *grey shoes, grey shoes*
-everything he wears makes it perfect, like when he use colorful socks-
“Do you really think so little of me? Am I that shallow that you think that I would leave you because you’re “weird”?“ Betty whispered, her eyes filled with unshed tears as her lower lip quivered.
Jughead opened his mouth to explain, but was quickly cut off by The beautiful blondes sharp intake of breath.
"Fine. This is what you want? You want me to stand here and cry? Stand here and agree? do what you want? Go crawling back to Archie like some battered puppy? Okay. Fine. That’s what I’ll do, because I always do what everyone wants, always do what everyone expects. Betty Cooper, she’s too perfect for me.” Betty spat out, her hands fisting as she dug her fingernails into her palms. “I thought you were different, I thought you saw the real me, not just some perfect cheerleader, not some stupid girl next door. But you’re just like the rest of them, you see what you want to see.” With that she turned on her heel and headed for the door.
Right before she was about to enter the backyard she spun around and with shaky words, she whipped at the tears on her face
“For the record? I threw this party for you because I care about you, I wanted to see you happy. I’m not trying to be anything. I’m just trying to be Betty Cooper.”
Watching the only person in this world who seemed to give a damn about him, sprint away from him left a strong ache in his chest. growling wildly Jughead threw his fist into the metal siding of the garage. What was wrong with him? Why did he push away everyone? Why was he always shutting down happiness?
Jughead ran from the garage, he had to get out of here. He needed to think, needed to write. Of course things didn’t go as planned when Cheryl Blossom was involved, locking them in and lining up his three friends. Betty looked so small as Chuck stood before her, smirking at her, His eyes so vile, Jughead wanted to strangle him.
He listened intently to all of the things Betty had done. Surely not her. She was too good, too perfect. Right? Suddenly chuck turned his eyes on Jughead. The minute that disgusting smile met Jugheads eyes, he was punching him in the face, putting all of his pent up aggression into his swing. Before he knew it he was flying into the table. A broken bottle cutting into his face.
The chaos was quickly cut short when his own father had the boy in question by the shirt and was shoving him out the door, declaring the party over and sending everyone on their way.
He wanted to go, run away. Get the fuck out of this town. His father stopped him quickly, told him to grow up, be a man, comfort his woman. He hadn’t even thought about how Betty would be feeling, she had just been attacked, harassed and embarrassed and he was here thinking of running away? Maybe he was more like his father than he thought.
He caught his girlfriend about halfway down the road, her head down and her steps quick.
“Betty!” He shouted after her. Racing to catch up. She whipped around spotting him coming towards her, her pace quickened
“Leave me alone Jughead, I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry for throwing you a party! I’m sorry for ruining your birthday, but leave me alone!” She barked out, practically sprinting into the glass doors of Pops.
He followed closely behind her, slipping beside her in the booth.
“I’m sorry Betty, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I was pissed. I hate this day. I took it out on you, that was selfish. I’m a prick okay? You’re too good for me. You’re…” he trailed off
She laughed bitterly, smiling sadly as Pops dropped off a vanilla milkshake, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m perfect right? So perfect. You don’t get it Jughead. You may think you’re weird but I’m.. there’s something seriously wrong with me. I have darkness in me.. so much of it. It gets so overwhelming sometimes I can’t even breathe, I can’t do anything just…” she slowly lifted her palms up to him, looking down trying to avoid the judgmental stare she was certain he would be giving her. She felt him clutch her hands in his and bring his lips to her knuckles.
They were both damaged, both scarred and bruised, but they accepted each other. It was going to be a long road, a journey. But together? Maybe they could make it through.