Gender: Female
Age: 31
Sign:
Pisces
Country: United States
Signup Date:
July 12, 2018
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07/23/2020 08:30 PM
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Unconditionally.
serpent juliet I'll take your bad days with your good Walk through this storm because I love you.  Unconditionally Once inside the station, safe from prying eyes, he offered to let her make a phone call, assuming a good girl like Betty would call her parents. Instead, still in handcuffs as she dialed the familiar digits at the front desk, Betty called the only person she could possibly think to come to her aide, Jughead Jones. She prayed he wasn't asleep, that he'd pick up with each subsequent ring. Finally, the line clicked, signaling he'd answered, and she closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "…hey." She began tentatively, her voice still shaking as her adrenaline waned. "It's me, Betty. Um- Jughead. Do you think that maybe you could come here? I'm at the police station… I'm okay. I think. Don't worry, I'm not hurt or anything I just have to answer some questions for Sherif Keller… about breaking and entering." Betty Cooper had been arrested.
Sheriff Keller had done a lot to go out of his way for Betty after bringing her in, mostly for the sake of not wanting to face off against the wrath Alice Cooper once her parents had been notified their daughter had been arrested. Luckily for Betty, she wasn't taken into a holding cell. At the same time, she awaited her turn to be brought into one of the few small interrogation rooms for questioning. And instead was sitting on a slightly uncomfortable bench running along the short hallway just off from the main entrance where the officer at the front desk had allowed her to make her phone call. Her left hand was still handcuffed, the other cuff now attached to a metal pipe attached to the wall running the length of the bench so it was at least slightly less degrading when Jughead arrived as opposed to finding her behind the bars of a holding cell.
Betty's eyes flickered upward as she heard a small commotion from around the corner, seeing a whirlwind of distinguishing grey knit cap and leather jacket baring the Southside Serpents emblem. Her stomach involuntarily twisted itself into knots as soon as she saw him, reading every bit of the anger she'd heard in his voice over the phone in his body language now as he made his way to the front desk in such a commanding manner. Yet, a familiar sense of relief washed over her too just knowing he was there now, that he'd come for her.
"Juggie, over here." She called out to him, beckoning him over with her one free hand through the use of his endearing pet nickname felt out of place for the seriousness of the situation. Betty knew she was in for an earful and she tried bracing herself in an attempt to get the worst over with and out of the way. 
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07/22/2020 06:27 PM
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naked.
serpent juliet I'm not going to wait until you're done Pretending you don't need anyone I'm standing here naked  naked "I had to make you think that… I had to do anything to protect you. Because I couldn't stand to lose you, Jug." Her words felt weak, the twisted irony not lost on her as she'd tried so desperately to keep him as relatively unscathed and possible and failed him in an entirely different way during the process. "I love you." She ventured, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotion. Betty was sure it was the last thing he wanted to hear, an echo of what she'd said to him before the race. "I meant it when I said I'm not sure I know how to stop. And that scares me. Your life can't be a liability because of how much I love you. I would do anything to keep you safe… and if it meant what I had to do, well…" Her words trailed off as her gaze faltered, falling to his feet in admission and shame for finally being honest and expressing her true feelings when she'd been forced to keep them pent up for weeks.
The incredulous surprise came before the condescension, but it soon followed as his eyebrows lowered in disapproval. Betty recognized the faint hint of warning in his carefully controlled tone of voice. "We thought we'd tracked the dealer, but he led us on a chase. Veronica and I tried to tail him, but we got caught by one of their other goons, and that's when… well, when we ran into you guys." Betty shrugged, her hands moving to rest at on her hips.
"I know how dangerous it is, Jughead." She snapped at him, advancing a step toward him with sudden ferocity. Betty understood, perhaps better than anyone just how dangerous toeing the line between life and death could be under the Black Hood's hand. "I had to make him think I was still playing his game. To learn the Sugar Man's identity and turn him into the police before the Black Hood could serve his own twisted brand of justice: execution." Betty let out a tired sigh as she shook her head.
"We're so close too. That's why I told you I would explain everything when I could. When this was all over." She turned to him with the same pleading expression as before when they'd been working on Reggie's car together before the race. "I have to do this, my way. I can't be responsible for someone else's blood on my hands." There was a sudden fear that surfaced, the slip of her tongue as her thoughts raced to Nick St. Clair and the phone call that had sealed his fate when the Black Hood had demanded a name from her. Even if this Sugar Man was the supplier of jingle-jangle ravaging their town, she would see him brought to justice; through the law's eyes and not murdered in cold blood. 
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07/20/2020 09:08 PM
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love me harder.
serpent juliet I know your motives and you know mine The ones that love me, I tend to leave behind If you know about me and choose to stay  love me harder "I can't just stop caring about you Jug, I won't." Betty was adamant even as he lashed out, trying to push her away, to make her leave him alone to this self-imposed isolation and destruction. She knew him, knew he was better than this vitriol he'd turned inward to unleash upon himself, and she wholeheartedly believed in him with every part of her being. It tore her down to see him so broken, knowing full well she was the cause. Betty was responsible, and she had done this to him at the hands of the Black Hood.
How often was he going to tell her they were no good together yet the fates of the universe kept throwing them together in the least likely circumstances? The anger surged within her, wanting to argue with every word out of his mouth but unsure if she tried whether her words would reach him, he was so closed off and clearly in a drunken haze. He was so close to her now, fingers twisting in the material in her shirt as he pleaded desperately for her to erase herself from his life, and yet she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"We do work, we work better together than anyone, and deep down, you know that." Her own words were pleading with him now as she felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, seeing the pain manifest through every tortured word, every action. Then came the name, the singular word she'd grown to detest with every fiber of her being, and yet here he was using it against her with full knowledge. "Don't say that. I hate that word." She began vehemently shaking her head. "I'm not." His hand reached out, and as soon as it made contact with her cheek, she already felt herself crumbling beneath his touch. "That's not true. I don't want to hurt you…." She breathed a whisper, the shaking of her head slowing as her hands reached up to grip hold of his, hold onto him as desperately physically as she still held onto him in her heart. "I love you." 
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07/16/2020 12:11 PM
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You Shine.
serpent juliet But I know deep down there's a fire burning bright From where you stand it might not be clear But you shine from here  You shine Betty cocked her head to the side, her brows furrowing in concentration as she listened to Veronica's every word, confusion setting in as she struggled to understand where the other girls were coming from. "How could you ever think that?" her question was pointed. However, her tone was soft with understanding, grateful that despite the circumstances of their coming together today that Veronica was willing to be so open and vulnerable with her. It was rare to see the strength of the Lodge woman sitting before her set aside to reveal a much more sensitive nature, but Betty truly felt the privilege of being the one she chose to share it with. "I would never get tired of you, Veronica, you've been everything to me since coming to Riverdale. You fought for me after barely even know me, and you've stuck by my side ever since." Betty's mind recounted everything the pair had been through over the last year, all of the trials their families had faced when their only source of solace had been each other.
Veronica's promise solidified her forgiveness in her best friend. No matter what insecurities she might feel when comparing herself to Cheryl, Kevin, or any of the others, Betty could rely on the promise that she still came as first priority to Veronica no matter what. Veronica ran her fingers delicately over her hand, Betty tensed up as the other girl's eyes fell on the familiar crescent-shaped marks on the inside of her palms. Betty knew she was right, how much she needed her best friend, but the sudden shift in vulnerability made her feel self-conscious, and she quickly pulled her hands away, retreating as her hands fell into balled-up fists in her laps, her eyes downcast on the tabletop. "I do need you..." She confessed, her voice small and quiet now, the confidence from earlier lacking as the attention fell to her and her coping vices.
"Thanks for having me and making time for me." She admitted with a shrug. Betty gave her a genuine award-winning smile as the two girls headed for the front door. "And for the record, you don't always have to give me flowers or gifts when you mess up. But I'm not going to lie, those cupcakes? Amazing." Betty couldn't help but giggle, trying to lighten the weight Veronica felt on her shoulders to rectify their friendship all on her own. As with all good relationships, it was a two-way street and effort from both parties to make it work. 
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07/13/2020 04:46 PM
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I like where we're going.
serpent juliet Let's make shapes tonight Take turns crossin' lines I got things on my mind  I like where we're going The half-filled red Solo cup sloshed around as she saw jughead move towards, Betty instinctively retracting her hand to pull it back away from him but with exaggerated and delayed motor skills. A permanent playful smirk had resided on her lips for the better part of the last hour or so as the alcohol had taken its' effect on the usually sober blonde. "You mean there's alcohol in this!?" Her eyes widened in disbelief and terror as she looked from the traitorous liquid at the bottom of her cup and back to her boyfriend that was trying to keep her up so she wouldn't fall. Of course, the cup had been provided by her raven-haired best friend, Betty none the wiser about what it actually contained, it had merely tasted good, and after she'd finished the first, she'd politely asked for another.
Here was a challenge in how she raised her eyebrows at her older brother, disobediently lifting to cup to her lips as she took a tentative sip. Gauging his unamused reaction, Betty broke out in a mischievous grin as she lowered the plastic cup. "Says who? Mom's not here." There was a clipped sass in her tone, undoubtedly fueled by the alcohol stewing in the cider she'd been drinking for the entirety of Cheryl's party. "Besides, isn't this what rebellious teenagers are supposed to do? Isn't it what you did?" She questioned, cocking her head to the side as her trademark ponytail bobbed along to the side.
The deceptively sweet taste of the amount of alcohol in the concoction and several cups later caused the blonde to feel a warm foreign tingling everywhere in her body. she'd assumed it was from the warmth of the beverage. "I've had… I don't know how many it just tasted so good." She confessed, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout as she shoved the cup sloppily in his direction. "Oh my god, Jug, am I drunk!?" 
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07/12/2020 06:12 PM
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Give Me Love.
serpent juliet Give me love like never before 'Cause lately I've been craving more.  Give me Love. Lazy Sunday afternoons with FP were becoming somewhat of a tradition for Betty and Jug, an early dinner and several hours passed quickly in conversation to keep the elder Jones man company. Of course, she always offered to bring something to contribute, always told she didn't need to bring anything but herself with a sly remark about his preference for her company over his own son's. She'd begun to enjoy its routine, sometimes in tandem with more significant fanfare at her own mother's house where FP was always welcome to join. Still, sometimes the nostalgia of the trailer she'd grown to know so well throughout her formative years of sneaking around with Jughead made for a more relaxing end to the weekend. It was that nostalgia that had fueled her less than polite behavior, the mere shedding of his jacket draped over the back of the sofa and a flex of his bicep from beneath his shirt sleeve had Betty running her tongue over her lips with a hunger that had nothing to do with the tacos FP had been preparing in the kitchen.
It was never hard for him to read her, she'd always been anything but subtle when it came to the way she craved him, and upon their re-connection, it seemed it was impossible to satiate her physical desire for him at almost all times. There didn't seem to be any complaints from either side. Still, when there was a knock at the front door, allowing them time alone without FP's watchful gaze, it was as if the two were transported back years ago to heated greedy fumbling for one another in his childhood bedroom no less. Her skin burned hot as she'd grabbed hold of his hand, mischievously biting her bottom lip as she all but dragged him down the familiar hallway and into the room that felt like a relic plucked out of a time capsule in their shared history together.
The nights she'd spent curled up with him in bed, neither of their parents any the wiser, or if they knew they at least pretended not to let on. The innocent and exploratory make-out sessions, the giggles, and unsure touches led them to where they were now as she was pinned against the wall. Hand brings him close to her face as she was up in the air legs wrapped around him, just the right amount of pressure as she was kissing him slowly, feeling his lips on her neck. Betty immediately growing impatient. The sound of the front door entirely escaped her notice. That jolted her to attention as her eyes lazily rolled open and head whipping back from the sudden movement. Both froze instantly, Betty's eyes while still hazy widening with sheer terror as she looked back at him over her shoulder as she tried to get control of her breathing. "Are you kidding me? He couldn't wait five more minutes?!" 
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07/11/2020 07:57 PM
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beyond.
serpent juliet I'm scared to death that you might be it That the love is real, that the shoe might fit.  Beyond. Betty was already lying on her side, both arms curled up to her chest with one hand tucked beneath her pillow as she faced him, watching the faint outline of his chest as it rose and fell with his breathing until he let out a sigh and twisted again so that he was facing her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears that his breath had misplaced, unbothered but grateful for the closeness of the space between them and feeling less alone in the darkened room than before drifted to further opposite sides of the bed. His fingers stretched across the bed in search of hers, but they needn't travel far before her fingers curled around his automatically linking them in place. She needed this, needed even the simplest of touches between them to calm her also if they were together in the same space of discomfort since their home, and ultimately their privacy had been so blatantly violated.
She wasn't sure what rattled her more, the fact that someone had been in their house, through their bedroom or belongings, or how infinitely worse it felt like an aunt to know both of the girls' rooms defiled as well. He promised her again, voice rasping with emotion the same promise he'd said a hundred times but words she was sure she needed to hear about a hundred more before they even began to sink in. "I know." It was more a warning for herself to ward off thoughts traveling to darker places than they both knew they should tread given the time of night, but she felt the emotion pent up behind his words and the anger she knew he felt only made Betty feel more helpless amid it all. It was anger and guilt that she couldn't alleviate, and though she was always by his side through anything, it made it harder to bear witness when she felt powerless and so far out of control.
Her palm formed to the shape of his cheek, feeling the familiar stubble of not having shaved for the past several days, and her eyes remained trained on his even as he closed to level himself in the warmth she'd always be there to give. The suggestion to check on the girls made her heart leap in her chest, glad he'd voiced it before she had the chance and she nodded, her head shifting against the material of the pillowcase as she caressed the skin along his cheekbone to brush through the curls of his hair just above his ear. "Do you think they're asleep? I mean, since we are watching Polly kids this weekend." 
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07/09/2020 12:47 PM
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84.
serpent juliet One day we'll get older And we probably won't look the same But every kiss will feel like the first There's some things that just never change  84 A nod of her head gesturing him go ahead and tell her what he wants, Betty Cooper to promise him. Elbows resting on the bed, hands cupping her cheeks. A soft giggle falling past her pink-tinted lips, shaking her head thoroughly entertained with his dislike for school musicals. Drawing her bottom lip between pearly whites. Toying with the skin there, watching him, nodding her head as she listens.
The blonde's mind wandering at the thought of the two of them graduating together, where will they go from there? Where will the two of them start their future together? Harvard, maybe? Though it's a done deal. As long as the two are still together through the year and getting out of RIVERDALE with their hands linked together. " I promise you, Juggie. There will be no more singing, though… I'll confess. You have quite a voice there. Where have you been hiding it? how the only singing will be only between you and me? "
Teasing him just as a bit as her grin got more significant against twin flesh with a nudge against his shoulder. " The happy teenager thing. We are heading into senior year, which means Veronica and Archie will both be dragging us to 'stupid' parties but as silly as they may turn out to be. I get to enjoy it with you, The teen things we'd be doing together. And then graduating from Riverdale High— GOD, can you believe it? I can almost taste the freedom. We'll have to make our year worth something. Enjoy being a teen… but that doesn't mean we shouldn't look for clues. I mean, without us… I doubt any of the crimes in Riverdale would have been solved. You and I, we're a team, Juggie." Extends her hand out to him, waggling her eyebrows at him playfully to cuddle him. " We most definitely do have ourselves a deal. Though I know V and Archie want us to…I mean, we all agree we should keep it simple… but, how long do you think our whole, simple time will last? I'm hoping for our sake a while longer. But I know there is some unfinished business that always comes up. " 
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07/01/2020 12:32 PM
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I know I'd go back to you.
serpent juliet And what's the point in hiding? Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say.  I know I'd go back to you She's living her life free as can be. Sneaking & causing trouble among the streets of Riverdale. A little too revealing on the skin, but her leather jacket keeps her clothed, blonde locks loose and blowing in the wind. She would shout with excitement through the lonely streets, the stars looking down upon her. Other times, she's with him, curled by his side, a mixture of sweat and heaving breathing. Usually one of them has to leave, sometimes it's not even on a bed. Random places, daring and thrilling. They are becoming careless and almost got caught. Would it be so bad? Sometimes Betty lets that thought wander in her head, and a voice louder than her own tells her IT WOULD BE.
" Remember…. the time you had me stay over for the weekend. My mom was out of town. Your dad elsewhere, you never said where. Our phones were off, and we stayed up all night talking about our future together. How many kids we want…. how it was always you and me against the world…. do you remember that… Jughead? "
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06/25/2020 01:25 PM
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your side of the bed.
serpent juliet sleeping on your side of the bed i'm curled up in you Now I'm up with you all night  your side of the bed. So he could control her. Her dad. Your life is sad….. you are tangled in darkness, and yet…. you are soft. You have a heart. You believe in romance, you adore birds and want to sing with them, and you love to bake/and cook. You're a woman who wants love, who wants to be cherished and cared for. You have that shining hope all will come to you and save you from your family.
In love. And in the good… somewhat it has to be real, right? Birds are sweet, and they are real. Treats are delicious, and they are real! Babies! Animals! All of these are sweet, and They are real. SO YOU HOPE AND HOPE AND HOPE!! Someone… save her. Someone loves her. She wants to be touched and filled with mush! She wants someone to bring her to life. She just wants to stop feeling lonely and frightened. Then Jughead Jones entered her life. Telling her, she was not crazy. Presence for Betty had been anything but ideal. After her father was convicted, she felt like she was losing it. Though, months of being tormented by the black hood, only to find it, it was her father would do that to a person.
She had been going out far too much for her mother's taste, and though she would never say it, she needed someone to care about her. To understand her. To talk to her at 3 am when her thoughts had gotten the best of her. Betty let her hand rest against his chin, moving to cuddle in closer to him. "Well, if it wasn't raining, I'd say we could go for a walk or something, but since it's raining maybe a doc marathon? Maybe order some pops to go?" It was rare they got a moment without their parents around these days. 
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