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09/06/2020 10:01 PM 

Love Me Harder.

serpent juliet Tell me something, I need to know Then take my breath and never let it go If you just let me invade your space I'll take the pleasure, take it with the pain
Love Me Harder
Routine. It was the one thing Betty had left to cling to since everything, the reveal of her father to be the Black Hood that had long since been her greatest fear and suspicion upon her investigative team-up with Cheryl Blossom. It was the only person she knew to turn to, whose own father had betrayed her and her family in the cold-blooded murder of her twin brother. Cheryl's own sinking feelings about Hal had only worsened what Betty had probably already known deep-down for some time. Maybe it was the night in that house on the edge of Fox Forest when she was forced to put on the same ski mask, and the Black Hood all but revealed his identity to her by putting a mirror in front of her and warning her that they were one and the same. It sent another shiver down her spine.

Betty's expression broke, a softness reserved for only him as she wiped at stray tears on her cheeks before turning her head to fully regard him as he spoke. She doubted that the darkness he claimed that existed in all of them. It was too easy for her to recall the same memory he did, that night in the booth at Pop's after the surprise birthday party from hell she'd masterminded from her own good intentions. The confession she'd told him about the crescent-shaped scars on her palms and the darkness she feared resided in her. It still made her sick to her stomach, finally getting the confirmation she'd always worried that the darkness was real. It wasn't a sickness that she'd manifested and made up some part of her, with the reveal of her father as the Black Hood it solidified the worst things she'd already hated about herself her entire life.

Was she really nothing more than a ticking time bomb like her dad had been? How long had he led a perfectly everyday life, his true nature dormant until sparked to life by her speech at the jubilee? Betty had labored over that speech for days, thinking only of championing Jughead and the innocence of FP Jones. Instead, it had been twisted into something so profoundly sinister she couldn't stand to hear the words spoken back to her by her dad only hours before. Riverdale must do better... We must do better...Haunting now as they replayed on a loop. Her fingers were torn from his suddenly, as Betty sprang to her feet only to make it so far as turning into the hedges lining the Cooper house's front steps before throwing up.

Using her jacket's sleeve, Betty wiped her mouth, breathing in a deep breath and closing her eyes as she tried to steady and calm her nerves. Control. What a bitter concept, the one motive she'd been ruled by and instituted into her life for so long, and look at all it got her now. A family in pieces, destroyed by secrets, and her left to shoulder the fallout. "What if I can't, Jug. What if I'm not strong enough for all of this..." She motioned to the town around them as she finally turned back to face him.

09/03/2020 08:39 PM 

Unbreakable.

serpent juliet Remember when the sun Shined upon you Your golden soul's strong This deal Unbreakable
Unbreakable
Riverdale had become the epitome of a Nancy Drew novel - as soon as one mystery resolved itself, another reared its ugly head. While Betty Cooper loved nothing more than to put the clues together to find the bad guy, even she had to admit that the exhaustion was steadily growing worse and worse. Sleep had become a fickle thing of the past - she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a decent night's sleep - and the worry about her sister and mother had turned her stomach into a writhing mess. Thin, pale fingers curled around the familiar cold glass of one of Pop's milkshakes, the deep lines beneath her eyes all the more visible at the angle as they stared down at its contents. When was the last time they'd come to Pop's to actually celebrate?

The dangerous, optimistic thought was interrupted by her cousin's words and, albeit reluctantly, tired blue eyes rose from the milkshake to the familiar head of fiery-red hair. Pink perfection lips parted to retort that she knew it was dangerous, that it didn't matter when it came to her mother and sister, only to be silenced once again. Cheryl had always had a way of shutting up an entire room when she spoke - it hadn't dwindled..

Relief spread, though, as she finished speaking, and the blonde visibly slumped in the booth's cracked seating. "Thank you, Cheryl," she blurted out immediately, knowing that more than anything, the support was what she'd been looking for, "I can't be positive but, my gut is telling me that we haven't seen the last of Edgar Neverever. "

The words themselves sent a shiver down her spine, memories of the horrors she'd seen within The Farm's confines still far too vivid in her mind. Fingers tightening against the glass, she drew the straw to her lips and inhaled the cold liquid for a moment, dwelling in her thoughts at least for a second. It seemed that Gathering them took more effort - likely a symptom of the severe lack of rest.

The straw popped out of her mouth a second later as the bell to the door of Pop's opened, causing her to visibly jump. When she spotted Mrs. Andrews' familiar face, she let out a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment to calm down. "I haven't been able to sleep, Cheryl… not since I saw what they were DOING to everyone on The Farm… I'm glad we got Juniper and Dagwood out of there, but… I'm worried about my mom and sister . There was a pause, a beat, as she steeled herself against the doubt and concern. "What do we do?"

09/02/2020 12:55 PM 

Secret keeping, stop the bleeding.

serpent juliet Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, Little voices in my head All the songs that I can't listen to, to tell the truth
Secret keeping, stop the bleeding
One…

It was her pinky finger that caved first to the overwhelming desire for comfort through self-inflicted pain. It curled inward, innocently enough as her fingernail merely grazed the scarred skin of her palm where a crescent-shaped mark half a shade darker than the rest of her skin resided, so clearly and evidently having been healed over time and time again.

Two…

Next, the ring finger as it folded, a measured deep breath of inhaling as she readied and steeled herself for what she knew was soon to follow. Betty sometimes felt like an unwilling passenger on this all-too-familiar journey of self-destruction, yet she welcomed it each time. The release of it all; the reprieve from the emotions clawing and consuming her from within. It was the only power she felt was ever in her control, the one constant to keep her firmly rooted in reality.

Three…

Her middle and strongest finger dictating and forcing the final fold of her fingers in on themselves. It was the loss of her will, the strength of her fight now directed inward and toward herself instead of any attempt at fighting the compulsive behavior she'd learned at an early age and only perfected over years of suppression.

Four…

Her index finger powerless against the urge now as the entire fist was formed, the strength she exerted through the muscles of her hand culminating in the way the edges of her nails cut into the existing shapes embedded in her palms. This was her salvation, her sanity re-defined by her own terms whenever she felt the wave of anxiety building up inside of her.

This was her refuge, the place she felt safest when it meant she could drown out the rest of whatever else was going on around her, leaving her with nothing to focus on but the pain. Sometimes it was enough to perpetuate the action; other more dire circumstances would require her to draw blood until she was satisfied with her work and felt like she was indeed able to breathe again.

This was her sin, her shame to hide away from the world. Where her mother turned away with blind eyes from the problems kept secret in the four walls of her home toward God in her search for salvation, Betty was left with scars as her constant reminder of not only the pain she carried with her but the silence that was forced upon her and demanded of her to the impossible levels of perfection asked of her.

The beautiful and perfect Betty Cooper was nothing more than cracked and chipped porcelain. The imperfections covered and coated over in pastel paint to deter the onlookers from noticing the subtleties. Simultaneously, the relic remained half-broken and forgotten by everyone else, polite and welcoming smile still plastered in place.

08/31/2020 09:29 PM 

but they know nothing about.

serpent juliet Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst you saw the truth of me Now I wake up by your side
but they know nothing about
His words came out a soft whisper against her cheek, the tightness in her chest expanding with a desire to savor the simple token of affection, to somehow forever encapsulate them both at this moment and make the reassurance last. Betty needed those simple words, no fanfare or poetic lines, but the simplicity of such a consuming core emotion to remind her of his unconditional love despite her lack of love for herself. Over the coming days and weeks, it would be the message she needed to hear the most, despite the awkward silences when she wouldn't know what else to say, there would at least always be that to depend on during the darker times looming around them. The cloud surrounding them had receded, but all traces were far from gone altogether, and perhaps they never would.

Betty held his eye line with mustered strength as She lifted her head, his eyes searching for indicators that she was okay. He was swift to action as he backed her against the kitchen counter, readjusting his hold on her as she nestled against his chest. Betty's arms curled up naturally against her chest as her head found its place against the crook of his neck, her body closing in on itself to curl up as small as possible in his arms as he labored one arduous step at a time.

A new feeling fluttered to life in her chest with the ascension of each stair as they grew closer and closer to their shared bedroom. Betty hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until they were on the bed that she finally exhaled, a real sense of relief washing over her for the first time in weeks.

Instead, her hands searched for his, and she took hold before tugging him along, sliding further across the bed to make room for him and make her intentions known. "Will you just lay here with me for a while?" Her voice had grown soft with the subsiding sobs left as echoes in the distant kitchen. Her body demanded rest, the toll of physical and mental exhaustion winning out, and yet her heart demanded its own attention. Betty needed this, she needed him after denying herself his touch for so long she couldn't bear to be without it for even a second longer.

08/29/2020 09:41 PM 

I'll still be your person, baby.

serpent juliet you said my name You looked at me the same I was in heaven 'Cause I swore I would be your soul Never let you walk alone
I'll still be your person, baby
Her breathing had become labored, inhales sporadic, and exhales massive and shallow as if gasping for more air on the brink of hyperventilation. There was a weight, pressing down on her chest like the force of an iron fist against her breast bone, impeding her lungs from oxygen. There was a far off buzzing sound in her ears, faint at first, but it grew louder as the cloud of haze settled into her head, causing her vision to fade out around the edges and begin to blur into a singular narrow focus. Betty was slipping into the grips of a full-blown panic attack, her inability to breathe appropriately, forcing her body to shift into survival mode and conserve energy, which meant she'd soon lose consciousness if she couldn't calm down.

Muscles in her legs weakened and threatened to give way, a wave of dizzy nausea hitting her suddenly and with full force. Eyes snapped shut as she tried to regain control over her erratic thoughts careening away from her. Betty could still hear the sound of Jughead's voice, somewhere on the periphery of the mounting sound in her ears that had taken on a ringing quality the louder it grew. It gave her a focal point, to try and channel and think of only the sound of his voice as he repeated his words in an attempt to help her.

Tears had sprung up in the corners of her eyes and wave of anxious panic, bringing autonomic stress responses into action, but Betty forced her eyes open, searching for his to lock onto and get her out of this attack's depths. Head began nodding slowly, holding his eye line with tenacity as the pain in her chest slowly began to ebb away with each promise that she was going to be okay. The clouds in her mind started rolling out, hiccupped breaths timed to each nod of her head but becoming more steady as her body began to calm itself down and lower its' core temperature leaving her cheeks flushed and blotchy from the sudden rise in alarm. The dizziness started to subside, even as several stray tears slipped past and rolled down her hued cheeks. Still, Betty felt herself gaining control of herself again as her hands gripped Jughead's forearms ferociously in need of any physical contact to ground her in a sensation of reality.

He continued to soothe her, telling her it would be okay because she felt like anything but okay. Even as he delicately and tentatively drew her into his arms, afraid of crowding her or pushing her comfort level as she slowly became more aware of her surroundings again. There was a tightness still constricting her throat, unable to speak even if her mind were to form coherent words. Instead, she focused on slow even breaths as he held her, feeling more tears begin to fall, but this time from a more profound residual shame and embarrassment for him having to witness another one of her attacks. It was instinctually in her DNA for her to apologize, but no amount of sorry felt adequate to convey how much of a burden she felt to him when things got this bad.

08/28/2020 11:30 PM 

I'll be your distraction.

serpent juliet My love it don't come with stressing I give you more than enough I'm right here with you now Just let it all go, and I'll pull you close
I'll be your distraction
"There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, Jughead Jones." Her words breathed as he kissed that spot on her neck that always gave him a sweet reward of a gentle purr. He knew how to strip any stress or concern away from her. He knew how to fill her mind with thoughts only of him. When he was like this - this protective, loving, loyal provider? How could she not forget about the town burning in the background? How could she focus on anything else besides him? He deserved all of her attention. Every waking second and every minute she slept - he occupied her.

She would walk to hell and back just to get him a shake. "Why don't we just..." she stopped, her finger under his chin, lifting it, so their eyes met - she needed him to see how genuine she was about to be. How her offer wasn't a joke. It really was an option; "We pack our bags once this is over, we get in my car, and we just go? Anywhere." She breathed, her lips mere millimeters from his as she spoke, making sure to catch his bottom one with hers as they formed a sweet smile.

The second her mother was safe and this killer was behind bars - what did they have to lose? They were kids in the grand scheme of things. Why shouldn't they get to be teenage runaways? Make for the coast on nothing more than what was in her savings account? Both of them had seen and experienced more than anyone should be forced to endure. "We could be gone as long as we wanted... A week or... months..." The idea of giving her a literal rush of emotion. Though tonight? She wasn't going anywhere. She was right where she needed to be.

08/26/2020 12:47 PM 

I love you, babe, so bad.

serpent juliet And you need to know That nobody could take your place. And you need to know That I'm hella obsessed with your face.
I love you, babe, so bad
She relented, unwilling but automatic beneath his touch as she exhaled with a massive sight, and the immediate tension building in her muscles disappeared entirely. It was as if the fight breathed right out of her, even if only for the softness of the moment shared between them, but she was quickly losing ground to the fervor and passion that had driven her hateful words only moment ago. It was apparent now, even as she'd sharpened her tongue in his direction, the vitriol she'd spoken to Cheryl with and even turned on him was less directed toward anyone else. Us was usually the case meant for herself. Eyelids fluttered closed, the exhaustion weighing heavily down upon her shoulders as she focused on the rhythm of his thumbs against her upper arms as he held her steadfast before him.

She opened her eyes, hues focusing on his again as he gained traction in his words, reminding her that she needed to forgive herself, and suddenly the tiredness she felt didn't exist only in a physical form. It was more complicated than that, they both knew, it wasn't that she hadn't forgiven herself already for the ghost of their past. But she clung to them too in the same way she always had past mistakes to be used as fuel or ammunition in the eternal cycle of self-damnation whenever the occasion called for it. They were entirely too similar in the way, each serving as a buffer to the other to reel them back in to keep from inflicting self-harm. "I have forgiven myself. Sort of. As much as I can..." She struggled to explain, words failing her as she began shaking her head. "I know what was and wasn't my fault Jug, I know we've both come to terms with that over the years, but I can't just forget it all like it never happened. It did." She echoed, eyes weary and pleading, calling back to a much shakier time between them that still elicited a fear in her to keep from ever returning.

"It has defined me, it defined both of us moving forward from it whether we like it or not. Even if it served as a warning of what never to go back to." She confessed, head bobbing forward in closer proximity to him and taking a step closer to him to close the arm's length distance between them. Feeling the pull of the innate need to be closer to him physically as they bridged their way back together emotionally. "That's exactly why I hold onto it. It does affect change for the future because it's always a reminder to me to be better for myself. To do what I did today, to do anything for the people I care about, but sometimes I care too much." She sighed, lifting her gaze to the ceiling in frustration with herself.

"We are always a team, that's never changed, and it's no different now just because we're coming from different places. I messed up today, I made a mistake, and I acknowledge that." She warned him, a protective harshness edging back into her tone. "Sometimes..." She paused, struggling to choose her words carefully as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth in nervous thought. "Sometimes, it just seems like the way you see things, letting people figure things out on their own even if it means the hard way for them to learn from getting hurt I can't let go." Her expression shifted, suddenly pained from the honesty of her confession. "I can't be there for them in the aftermath of getting hurt without having tried to stop it in the first place. That's just how I'm wired... it's the same with you." She felt the strain bubbling back into her tone as she reached out to frame his face between her hands softly. "I can't do it the same as you can. if I can make people better and happy, I'm going to do it even if I'm hurt at the end of it.."

08/24/2020 03:19 PM 

Light me up again.

serpent juliet And you don't hold back So I won't hold back And you don't look back So I won't look back Light me up again
Light me up again.
Her palms laid out before him as the ultimate altar of dignity, the tips of his fingers traced over the familiar crescent-shaped markings as if he could draw them away from her skin and somehow mar his own in her stead. The indentations from the heated exchange still inflamed red around the edges, and Betty winced even as he curled her hands inward and took them into his own. Not from any actual pain she felt, but her natural recoil from the embarrassment of her actions as he accepted her and forgave her when she wasn't able to do so for herself. Betty's eyes followed the slow, measured movements of his hands with full knowledge of his apprehensive eyes on her, patient as ever despite his own growing feelings of failure and inadequacy festering within.

She let out a low sigh finally as he spoke, her head beginning to nod along with the truth and sincerity of his words. There was nothing that seemed to get under her skin more than when her stubbornness went head-to-head with his own, and it was a match unparalleled by any other, but because of how deeply they cared. Passion manifested itself through every aspect of their relationship, and unfortunately, when it came to arguments, the same fervor existed there too. Betty's eyes traveled slowly up the length of his form, cognizant of how he kept himself firmly between her and the door she'd tried to escape from. There was a time for removing herself from the situation, a time for space, and a time for running away, but this wasn't one of those times. Her eyes came to rest on his, and despite her own shameful feelings, the connection she felt finding him again started to put her more at ease.

The heated exchange of words and callous tones faded away, stripping away the white noise Betty so often found herself getting lost without him to tether to her and reel her back. There was a sudden pang in her chest as her love for him responded to his call with the truth of his accusation. Betty was as desperately and hopelessly in love with him as she ever was, it's what brought them both to the brink of such extremes as she'd been forced to bear witness to his self-destruction before her very eyes. While hers so often reared its' ugly head and manifested into the telltale physical symptoms such as the marks on her hands, Betty knew every part of his self-loathing and poor treatment was kept inside. And left to her imagination as she could only guess how hard he was on himself with no real proof but the varying degrees of the crease of his brow, the way his eye line refused to meet her and the overwhelming defeat in his tone of voice.

"I do love you... So much." She shook her head, feeling the inadequacy of words she often felt when professing her love to him in these intimate moments. Before she could find the words, it was his turn, exasperation in his tone as he spoke her name, and his hands released their hold on hers. She suddenly felt cold from the sudden disconnect of physical contact she craved desperately in her most anxious moments. Betty held his gaze, pulling down the sleeves of her nightshirt over her hands as she balled the material into her fists as she held her hands down at her sides as if the room had suddenly dropped ten degrees.

"You're right Jug, I know you. I know you so well, so much better than I think I know myself sometimes, but that's why I can't stand idly by and watch you destroy yourself over this. I've seen it before, and I vowed a long time ago to never let it happen again." There was an intensity flared up in the way her eyes remained locked on him.

She took a deep breath, exerting control over her words to keep from raising her voice. "I will go to hell and back with you, as many times as it takes because that's part of the deal. I love you, and I'm in this with you, no matter what happens, but you can't expect to push me aside to leave you be and self-destruct. I can't."

08/22/2020 06:49 PM 

Can you and I sleep it off?

serpent juliet Scream and yell and we take it out on each other This adrenaline we could use for the better All the hours we waste when we could be closer
Can you and I sleep it off?
'I'm sorry he put you in that position.'

"After, after Archie went to your trailer, the Black Hood called again to make sure I'd done what he asked. In return, just as before, whenever I played his game, I got to ask one question. Each time we talked, I got one step closer to figuring out who this Black Hood was, but this time, it was different." She admitted, suddenly feeling that same sense of vulnerability like somehow he was still watching her even now. "He sent me to an abandoned house at the edge of Fox Forest. He told me it's where I would find the answer of who he was, and when I got there, I think he was there, Jug." Betty shivered unconsciously as the same coldness she'd felt then crept up her neck. "He forced me to put on a black hood, just like his and look in a mirror. He told me we were the same..." Betty was lost somewhere in her own recollections, staring off into nothingness with her eyes transfixed to the floor and almost forgetting him standing across from her entirely. "But I got scared, so I bolted and left."

"Someone from Veronica's past, some sleazebag from New York City whose parents are in business with the Lodges was here in town for the SoDale Opening Gala that Mr. and Mrs. Lodge were hosting..." Betty's voice was steady as she began detailing that particular night. It was the same day she'd sent Archie to Jughead's trailer to push him away as per the demands of the Black Hood, and there weren't many details of that day that were likely to escape her memory for quite some time.

"He targeted Cheryl, he slipped something into her drink and tried to date rape her..." Betty's voice grew softer in its' disgust, but a vengeance surging beneath her words, sickened by what their idyllic town had twisted and morphed into that was now their hellish reality. "He would have too if it weren't for Veronica and the P**sycats getting there in time, they beat him up pretty bad but..." Betty took a deep breath, exhaling a sigh as her arms wound around herself in an attempt to hold her back together again as she pushed on.

"Archie called to tell me what happened and when I left the Pembrooke that night, the Black Hood called again demanding a name from me. He'd... been watching me." Her voice broke off as new tears surfaced, threatening to spill over onto already-stained cheeks. "He knew I'd been telling Archie about his calls; he said I broke the rules and that Polly would pay..." Betty began shaking her head violently, reliving the horrific memory as if it were happening all over again in real-time. "Unless....unless I gave him the name of someone guilty! It was the only way!" Betty had backed away from Jughead now, forcing herself back against Reggie's car in need of support as she felt the pull of weight from her legs dragging her down like cement, unsure of how long she'd be able to stand on her own.

"So I gave him Nick. I told him where he was staying, and I sentenced someone to their death at the hands of the Black Hood..." She confessed, her voice as weak as she appeared to be. However, her eyes flashed to his and locked on with alarming ferocity and all the sincerity of her residual guilt even after finding Nick unharmed the following morning. It didn't matter that the Black Hood hadn't followed through, it's that he'd pushed her far enough to the point of giving him a name in the first place knowing Betty would stop at nothing to protect her family and prove his point that she and the psychopath were the same.

08/18/2020 08:33 PM 

to put a little love on me.

serpent juliet When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancing I look around as my heart is collapsing 'Cause you're the only one I need
To put a little love on me
Yet here he was again, her salvation that was always there to pull her back from the verge of total destruction without even realizing how desperately she needed him after everything she'd been put through.

Her arms wound over his shoulders, fingers desperately gripping at the leather of his jacket as her nails dug in with such force as she pulled him to her, lips connecting with his without hesitation or even seeking permission first. Betty sought his lips with brutal intensity, the weeks of lonely isolation, and abandon building up and all leading to this exact moment, the only remedy for their respective shattered hearts. It was dumb, irresponsible, and crossing every single line recklessly. Yet, she didn't care as her body forced itself against his only passionate language; she knew how reminding him that she was there and that her love for him was as helpless and desperate as ever. She'd hurt him, purposefully and with the best of motives, but this was every bit her apology and so much more; a promise that despite what he might have thought her love for him had never wavered.

She was forced to pull away, only for the sake of oxygen as she took a deep breath, lips still hovering dangerously close to his. As she slowly exhaled against him and eyes finally opening to meet his for the first time and realizing tears had strayed down her cheeks through the sudden magnitude of emotions that had her reeling. He'd answered her most significant fear with what she'd heard only as a promise, she hadn't broken anything. All wasn't lost as she'd been terrified of even as early as that morning when she and Archie had come across Jughead sitting in a booth together at Pops. There was still so much hurt between them, the shell of herself left splayed open before him by the hands of the Black Hood, but he'd brought some part of her back to life, back from the brink the moment he'd involuntarily bridged that distance between them and took hold of her.

"I'm so sorry…" her apologies were repeated hurried whispers against his lips, eyes forced closed as tears refused to abate. She leaned into him completely, still gripping the jacket within her balled up fists in denial of letting any more space exist between them. They were the only words to come to mind, alternating 'I'm sorry's' and 'I love you' as frenzied pleas for some sort of forgiveness, not only from him but also from herself. As she began trailing kisses along the line of his jaw and against his neck between her words as she sought redemption through the proximity, she'd been denied for too long.

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