Gender: Female
Age: 31
Sign:
Pisces
Country: United States
Signup Date:
July 12, 2018
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02/13/2022 10:39 PM
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Look Easy.
look easy Betty discovered her phone on the little bedside table next to her and admired herself for having the foresight to plug it in. She was happy to learn that the number was only seven. Without the risk of oversleeping and having to explain to her mother why she was late for supper, this was an intriguing circumstance.
She slid out of bed and into the shower, pleased that she was still wearing her pajamas and wasn't doing some bizarre cover-up-hop to the restroom.
The steam from the shower calmed the pounding in her ears, and she began to believe that getting through the day wouldn't be so difficult. She was also assisted in relaxing by the shower. Okay, so it really shouldn't have occurred last night, but they'd both had a good time. Could this week make things much worse, considering their friendship status over the previous five years?
And...she heard a little voice in her brain say. What exactly does that imply? What if he genuinely did miss her when he claimed he did? Her least favorite recollection reappeared in her mind before she could get too carried away.
cold, fake, duplicitous bitch
cold, fake, duplicitous bitch
cold, fake, duplicitous bitch
She shook her head, attempting to silence the buzzing in her ears from the voicemail. Whatever had happened, she needed to get over that memory and the pain those words had caused her. Whatever had occurred, she needed to tell him about it. And she had to do it before they got too carried away or before they parted ways to resume their mutual quietness. Why was this so difficult?
Betty emerged from the shower, looking and feeling as near to a new woman as she could. She was still a little sleepy, but she believed she'd be okay to avoid her family's suspicions. If her mother pressed her too hard about why she appeared quiet or exhausted, she could always blame it on the disagreement the day before.
That wasn't exactly reasonable, but when have the Coopers ever been sensible?
As she dashed from the restroom, avoiding Jughead's gaze, she was grateful for the solitude her small bed gave. She brushed her hair, dried herself, and tried not to be too hard on herself for her choices. She also attempted to overlook the irony that she had always kept herself entirely under control in order to prevent repercussions like this - except for the one time when it would have the most severe consequences.
As he had his turn in the shower, she heard Jughead's footsteps leading towards the bathroom. Before they both left for the day, she wanted to clear the air – or at least as much as she could.
Betty decided it was safe to put on the outfit she'd packed for the occasion when she heard the shower start up again. It was a blue color, and she wore it in the fit-and-flare style she preferred while her mother was there. A small flower detail was sewn into the cloth using a pattern. Betty had agonized about this outfit for a long time, even though she knew it was ridiculous. It was definitely lovely, but it was not pink. Black is another option. Alternatively, it might be too dark. And she was well aware that this would elicit a remark from her mother.
It could, at the very least, divert her attention away from the rest of her problems.
She emerged from her little bed fully clothed but still needed to complete her hair and makeup. She considered doing something pleasant with her hair but decided she didn't need another thing to worry about, so she straightened out her natural curls and let it fall. Fortunately, Jughead was still in the shower, and she was an expert at looking decent in a short amount of time.  You make this look easy Ohh ohh ohh You make this look easy Ohh ohh ohh And how you do everything with style and grace I think god that you're for me, yeah yeah yeah 'Cause you make it easy to love you La la la la la la la la you make it look easy La la la la la la la
You keep my heart beat beating And girl, I'm feening For more time with you More love with you girl is what I'm needing And just a kiss from your lips is enough to keep my world just spinning And don't rush girl Just trust it girl In feel what I'm feeling
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02/09/2022 10:58 PM
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moonscars.
moonscars One…
Her pinky finger was the first to give in to the overwhelming want to inflict pain on herself. Her fingernail brushed against the scarred flesh of her palm, where a crescent-shaped mark half a shade darker than the rest of her skin remained, so visibly and definitely healed over time and time again, and it curled inward, innocently enough.
Two…
Then she folded her ring finger and took a quiet, deep breath to prepare and brace herself for what was going to happen. Betty occasionally felt like an unwilling passenger on this all-too-familiar journey of self-destruction, but she always welcomed it. The relief from the inward sensations that had been clawing and eating her. It was the only constant that kept her grounded in reality, the only power she believed she possessed at all times.
Three…
Her middle and strongest finger commanded and drove the last fold of her fingers in on themselves. It was a lack of will, her power of choice now aimed inward and against herself, rather than any attempt to battle the compulsive habit she'd picked up as a child and had polished over years of repression.
Four…
Her index finger was powerless to resist the desire as the full fist was formed; the effort she exerted through her hand muscles culminated in how the edges of her nails slashed into the previous outlines etched in her palms. This was her salvation when she felt a wave of anxiety rising up inside of her; her sanity re-defined on her own terms.
This was her safe haven, the place where she could tune out everything else happening around her, leaving her with nothing but the anguish to concentrate on. It was sometimes enough just to keep doing what she was doing; other times, more pressing conditions necessitated sucking blood until she was satisfied with her task and could breathe again.
Betty was left with scars that served as a constant reminder of her suffering and the silence that was imposed upon her and demanded of her in order for her to achieve the unattainable levels of perfection required of her. Her shame, embarrassment, and desire to retreat from society were all expressed in this way. In her quest for salvation, her mother turned her back on God but also turned her blind eyes away from the problems that lurked within her four walls.
Betty Cooper, the wonderful and lovely, was a shattered and damaged piece of porcelain. The defects were disguised and painted with pastel paint to prevent onlookers from noticing the intricacies. On the other hand, the relic remained half-broken and forgotten by the rest of the world, its lovely and welcoming grin intact. I walked away with tears running down my face You say you don't know why, but it had to be this way And now every time you call Just to say we shouldn't talk
You said go to therapy and I did and it helped But now from the bottom of my heart, I wish you well, but
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02/07/2022 11:54 PM
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live it down.
live it down Betty had nightmares of Archie doing chest compressions on jug while she did mouth-to-mouth and then contacting Charles in a panic and not knowing what to do. After all of this, she had to go home and make up a tale to her mother about why her clothing was stolen, claiming that blood was red wine. It was good; she had to admit, to have Cheryl at her side, to have someone who didn't immediately assume Betty was a cold-blooded killer. Cheryl knew what it was like to come from a family tree with more bad apples than good ones, but not to the level that betty's father did, but the point was still made.
"It's nothing," the blonde replied, her eyes watering again as she considered how all of this might have been true if she hadn't responded quickly enough. She would have lost her cool if she had panicked instead of remaining calm. "I'm tired just when people try to kick someone when they're already down is enough; is this all they do in this town?" she says. A decade's worth of understatement.
Betty proposes stopping at Pop's on the way back to her house, somewhere where she might still feel comfortable and not be scrutinized by her mother. Betty's heart bled, knowing she had to keep this up with him for just a little longer since jellybean had a notion. Her emerald eyes shifted away from Cheryl, the cousins at the corner booth, for a brief while at the diner. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she said, her vanilla milkshake in her palms. "How did you deal with it?" When everyone believes you were the one who killed Jason? Not outwardly, I mean ." All I know, you shouldn't be alone So I'm in my car, I'm comin' over, are you home? I got a shoulder you can lean on, and a fifth of Jack 'Cause I got your back
People make rockets, they go to the moon People make mistakes too So whatever you do Know that I will still be here If the whole world shuts you out I'm not gonna run If you mess it up, I'll be the one Be the first to let you live it down
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02/05/2022 12:11 PM
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if this was a movie.
if this was a movie Betty is alone in the house after spending the day dreading the prospect of being stuck at home with her mother, sister, niece, and nephew while all of her old friends whose friendship is in peril are out socializing. Betty refuses to acknowledge that her mother and two nine-year-old children have a more busy social life than she does. Betty considers going out with her closest friends and participating in a moment of weakness with them, inventing a story to mask her lie. When the feeling of shame hits her, she changes into jeans and finger-combs the braided ponytail divot out of her hair.
Betty frowns as she slumps heavily on the couch bed, her pants still on but unzipped. Toffee comes up to join her and sits on Betty's chest, purring, after she flops on her back and sighs, most likely displaced from her resting location beneath the bed. Betty's poker face is breaking beneath the weight of her emotions, which previously believed she was a brilliant liar. Betty double-checks her belongings while lying down in her own gloomy basement apartment.
Would anybody notice if she packed her stuff and flew away? She asks herself this question, presuming she had a life to go back to—her apartment is just as dull and lifeless, her commute stinks, and her employer would almost indeed find out about her illicit activities. If she brought up accumulated proof, the only crucial personal connection she has is with Glenn, who scarcely counts. On the other hand, Betty is well aware that she must still answer one question: what the heck is her plan? Is she going to spend the rest of her life in her mother's basement, on a pitiful teacher's salary? Will Betty, no matter what occurs, create a tight schedule for herself? Should she stay in Greendale and attempt to make a life for herself, leaving behind the riddles, heartache, and overcrowded psychiatrist's office? On top of that, there were mumblings about something happening in Greendale. Could she handle it on top of everything else?
Betty Cooper has a plan in place at all times; it may vary as circumstances change, but there is always the next step. For the first time in her life, Betty is without a strategy. A personal safety net is a definite next step for her. On the other hand, Betty is now walking a tight line into the unknown, with no safety net to catch her if she falls. Lyrics Am I the stone in your pocket. That's weighing you down? Or the face in your locket That you wear all over town? I'd be your silver lining Not a cloud full of rain And the music would rise up When I said your name
If this was a movie I'd be surprised Hearing your car Coming up the drive And you'd run up the stairs You'd hold my face Say we're being stupid And we'd fall back into place If this was a movie If this was a movie
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02/02/2022 11:10 PM
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Run.
Run "Last night, I had to carry you to bed because you were so tired."
Betty couldn't even remember when she'd fallen asleep on the couch the night before, thanks to the cloud of memory loss that only comes with sleep deprivation. She hadn't been sleeping well for the last week, nightmares of the Black Hood's agony replaying in her subconscious against her will; it was no secret between them. Against his advice and better judgment, Betty had turned to attempt to fix the problem herself using various harmful coping techniques, the most common of which consisted of her trying to stay awake for as long as humanly possible until her body gave out. She was forced to sleep, but only for brief periods before waking up in a cold sweat from another nightmare.
Betty sighed as she leaned against the kitchen counter of his trailer, her hands balled up in the long sleeves of one of his oversized shirts. Her daily caffeine intake had more than quadrupled, if not tripled. It corresponded with a lack of hunger that had him glowering constantly and expressing his rage on his fellow Serpents as he was impotent in trying to defend her from demons lurking within. This wasn't a struggle. He could fight for her simply by throwing a punch or threatening someone with the total weight of the Serpent collective's brutality. "I understand..."
Guilt twisted along with the ever-present knot of tension from constantly feeling on edge in her stomach. In her nightmares, it didn't seem to matter that she knew it was all over, that the Black Hood had been taken out of their life and shot dead right in front of her eyes. After weeks of tormenting her, there was always a remnant of him in the back of her mind, and it was the resemblance he'd created between them that had planted the seed in the first place.
With Tbk, it's was going through the same thing. She managed to keep her anxieties at bay. She was concentrating on Polly. "Apologize sincerely." As she lifted her wide eyes to face his, she found her determination. "I swear I won't pass out before the conclusion of the movie tonight." Despite his evident disdain and lack of sense of humor, her lips curved upwards in an effort at a joke. It wasn't enjoyable, and the fact that she was attempting to lighten the mood in such a severe circumstance was likely to tip the scales and send him into a rage she didn't have the power to battle right now. Ooh-ooh, you better run Ooh-ooh, you better run There's no time to think it over There's no time to change your mind You better run
It's the weight above the footsteps And the clouds of ash and dust The will, the faith, the power To do what must be done And we come without warning We come without warning
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01/31/2022 10:46 PM
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Hoodie.
Hoodie Betty didn't always feel well or in control, but she tried to make the best of it by doing everything she could to support those she cared about. His faith in her appeared to break her down even more on the inside. She felt like she was juggling spinning cups, and more were being added all the time, making it difficult to focus on anybody in particular—the idea of her jubilee speech elicited a cynical grumble and a shake of her head.
"Did that speech, that foolish speech, actually help?" She interrogated him, her eyes scouring his in search of answers she knew he didn't have. "A killer was motivated and inspired by my remarks." In annoyance, she reinforced her remarks.
The Black Hood had revealed that she was the muse for his violent and vindictive cleansing of Riverdale in a letter addressed to her and put in the Blue & Gold mailbox. Betty was still sick to her stomach at the thought of how her words meant to promote harmony in the community she adored had backfired, leaving them amid a serial murderer on the loose. The killer's menace was escalating by the day as he plotted out codes for his next move, like blackmailing Cheryl Blossom for the sake of FP Jones. It was becoming the least of their concerns and perhaps the minor desperate thing Betty Cooper would do for the people she cared about.
Even she was becoming concerned about the extent she was prepared to go to protect not only Jughead, Veronica, and Archie, but anybody around her. I'm still rocking your hoodie And chewing on the strings It makes me think about you So I wear it when I sleep I kept the broken zipper And cigarette burns Still rocking your hoodie Baby, even though it hurts Still rocking your
I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on) The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone) I slip it on over my shoulders Someone I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you
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01/29/2022 11:30 PM
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Worth it.
worth it Betty shifted, inhaling deeply as she started to sit up a little; her exhaustion vanished as the question hung in the air between them. This was part of her route to recovery; she had to push herself out of her comfort zone in the protection he gave if she wanted to talk about it. Therapy had taught her how to use these techniques to face and address sensations she didn't understand or lingering dark cravings she was inclined to indulge.
It was vital for them, despite the increasing anxiety in her stomach. She leaned into him even more now, cuddling into his side and enabling him to wrap his other arm around her waist, his t-shirt material still securely in place.
"I'm... all right." It was a cop-out answer, and she knew he'd call her on it, but it wasn't for the intention of avoiding the question's core; it was so she could better quantify and explain her response. "I ordered the spaghetti primavera and even a slice of cheesecake for myself today at lunch with Mom." She beamed, pleased with herself and her attempts to re-establish a much healthier connection with food while carb-loading to regain her weight. Her therapist had advised them that good days and terrible days will come in different shades and that they should be patient with themselves and each other. Sometimes, only the tiny triumphs mattered, and that was all they could hope for.
A sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes in defeat and annoyance. "Because honestly? You've been the only one who's put up with me thus far today." Her head cocked to the side as her blonde hair swung with the motion, her face contorting into a contrite look of regret. "I'm exhausted, and we've been trying to figure this out for hours with no results." She threw the notepad she was holding onto the trailer's floor. "That's not to say you don't deserve it." She sat on the floor and turned to face him, who sat on the worn edge of the old couch. "Forgive me?" You think you don't deserve it But you are so damn worth it, baby You think you don't deserve it But you are so damn worth it, baby
We've all got that feeling I can see you hurting You don't think you deserve it But, baby, you are worth it Just open up the ceiling Come on, let the love in 'Cause, baby, you are worth it
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01/28/2022 11:06 PM
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dangerous woman.
dangerous woman The petite blonde was enraged even more by the sneer that grew over her lips. The bottled-up rage was starting to unravel her one thread at a time, and the person in front of her happened to be the unlucky victim of the provocation. When Archie's mismanagement of the work she'd urged him to do in placing distance between her and Jughead to keep him safe from the clutches of the Black Hood was mentioned, Betty recoiled in disgust. He was shattered into a million bits. The oxygen was immediately taken from her lungs, and the weight of truth struck her square in the face for the second time. Jughead's heart wasn't the only one to break; his had merely been broken in front of witnesses, but Betty had been forced to suffer hers alone, hiding it from the rest of the world, with her only confidant being a raving madman on the other end of the phone line.
Betty had no regrets about joining the Serpents, and she didn't feel the same way about the gang that her mother did. Her concern for his safety wasn't the same as discrimination, as most people imagined, but no one gave the blonde pony-tailed Northsider a chance to explain herself. No one, that is, until Veronica entered her life. As she approached them, her rage resurfaced with a fury.
Her defense drew a bitter sneer from her. "Still, you say that I'm just another Northsider. Assuming I'm the enemy with the worst intentions, they've grouped me together. Whether or not I'm in a relationship, I'm my own person. No one has to speak for me, and by the way, I have a name. , it's Betty Cooper." She spoke clearly, her words hard as her rage grew to match theirs.
"You're the only one who's calling for a change in the serpents-" Betty retorted over her shoulder, her resolve visible in her look. Oh, yeah Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you
All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout) All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)
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01/27/2022 11:49 PM
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Golden Hour.
golden hour Betty was in the throes of a full-fledged panic attack, her inability to breathe appropriately causing her body to go into survival mode and save energy, which meant she'd lose consciousness soon if she couldn't calm down. A weight was crushing down on her chest like an iron fist against her breast bone, preventing her lungs from receiving air. Her breathing had become laborious, with intermittent inhales and large, shallow exhales, as if she were gasping for oxygen on the verge of hyperventilation. Her ears were filled with a slight buzzing sound that got louder as the cloud of haze settled into her skull, causing her vision to fade out at the edges and blur into a single narrow focus.
Her legs' muscles trembled and threatened to give way as a wave of dizzy nausea hit her hard and fast. As she fought to recover control of her chaotic thoughts that we're careening away from her, her eyes slammed shut. Betty could still hear Jughead's voice, somewhere on the perimeter of the increasing sound in her ears, which had taken on a ringing tone as it became louder. It provided her a focus, allowing her to concentrate just on the sound of his voice as he repeated his words in an attempt to assist her.
Betty pushed her eyes open, looking for his to lock onto and lead her out of the depths of this onslaught. Tears had welled up in the corners of her eyes, and a wave of apprehensive terror had swept over her, triggering autonomic stress reactions. Head began nodding slowly, tenaciously keeping his eye line as the anguish in her chest began to fade away with each assurance that she would be OK. Her body began to settle down and drop its core temperature, leaving her cheeks pink and blotchy from the quick surge in anxiety. Even as a few wayward tears slid past and rolled down her rosy cheeks, the dizziness began to fade. Betty regained control of herself as her hands furiously clutched Jughead's forearms, desperate for any physical touch to anchor her in the sense of reality.
He proceeded to reassure her, assuring her that everything would be OK, even though she felt anything but fine. Even as he gently and cautiously brought her into his arms, apprehensive of crowding her or pushing her beyond her comfort zone, she gradually regained awareness of her surroundings. Her throat was still constricted, and she couldn't talk even if her mind could form meaningful sentences. Instead, she concentrated on taking calm, even breaths as he held her, and she began to cry again, this time from a more profound sense of guilt and embarrassment for him having to see another of her outbreaks. It was in her DNA to apologize, but no number of apologies seemed enough to express how much of a burden she felt to him when things got this bad. I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I found in you
Baby, don't you know That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright Mm
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01/25/2022 11:23 PM
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Falling.
falling She's still slumped on the ground, hooked up to her own emergency IV, in a dress he thinks she'd look stunning in under different circumstances, like one she might have worn to prom if they hadn't hijacked the theme. He thinks she'd look stunning in a dress like the one she might have worn to prom if they hadn't hijacked the theme. Even when drenched in mud and caked in muck, she is inexhaustibly gorgeous. Betty is left looking at her own shaking hands as if she isn't actually seeing them as the harsh reality falls over her like dust over the wreckage. They've been slathered with blood that isn't her own. Realizing this is both a comfort and a nightmare.
"Jug, I don't—I don't have a home. Everything has vanished, even my family. I'm not sure what I'm meant to do." On the final lines, her voice breaks, turning into a high-pitched squeak that ebbs into tears.
Betty's entire world has come crashing down around her.
The sobs wrack her entire body, and she huddles into his arms, the trembling growing so intense that even Jughead can feel his teeth snapping. He cradles her in his arms because it's all he can think of, one hand tenderly going up and down her spine and the other threading through one of hers. He murmurs, "You're okay," into the crown of her head. "Don't worry; we've got you."
One of the EMTs eventually wraps a warm blanket around both of them—for shock, the girl says over Betty's trembling form—and Veronica walks over to grip Betty's other hand. He and Veronica share an odd connection, bound purely by their shared love for the girl between them, the one who has gone through hell and back for the sake of her own loved ones. Both of them have been through hell and back.
Betty Cooper fights for them, and tonight has just strengthened their belief that Betty Cooper is worth dying for.
Some of the turmoil eventually settles down. The ambulances and sheriff's cars go, the onlookers fade away, and it's just the two of them in a tangle of mud, blood, and silk. Betty still trembles a little, but she's so near to falling asleep that her body is settling into a strange peace. FP lowers his chin to Jughead from above. "Are you ready to take her home?" Lyrics Ever since you left me I've been dancing on my own Maybe down the line I'll feel better all alone But I don't wanna talk to strangers Don't wanna play with players I only wanna get back to you I'm stuck on this emotion If we could get a moment I know you'd feel it too
Now I'm calling you up to see where you are Why is it so easy to break the rules after dark? And we're falling back together, we're all over each other Tomorrow we're falling apart Then I'm calling you up to see where you are
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