Gender: Female
Age: 31
Sign:
Pisces
Country: United States
Signup Date:
July 12, 2018
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04/17/2020 11:41 PM
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a friend.
a friend. "I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?"  Eye rolls, but if she’s honest there part of her that appreciates his quick wit comeback, a little surprised his parents made him work, but then his dad never seemed the kindest, on the few occasions she’d met him over the years. In essence, he certainly wasn’t the kind of dad to pick his son up at the school gates with a smile and a hug ( like her father had been once upon a time…).  Her eyes light up at the mention of the Chevrolet Chevelle SS454, teeth sinking into her lower lip at the thought, dammit cars were her weakness." a 1970 Chevelle SS 454 – with an LS 5 or LS 6 ?" she can't help but wonder, detracting her from her initial point momentarily.
Snapping back to reality," of course it's a real thing! – Reg that looks bad. You should get it checked out. PLEASE get that checked out… I will go with you to the hospital if I have too! That's NOT okay, your dad doing that isn't okay…" her head dips down, eyes press closed for a moment, a sickness in her stomach whenever she's reminded of the monster her father is." he did… but that doesn't mean it's okay for yours to kick the crap out of you, even if you're infuriating. In essence, NO ONE deserves that." she says with a seriousness in her tone, brows knitting together, anger burning in her gut at the audacity of a parent to THINK it's okay to hurt their child; to hurt ANYONE. Call it unaddressed rage she's left within the wake of her own family horror story coming to light, but whatever it was, Betty Cooper wasn't going to simply rest on her laurels while one of her classmates was suffering at the hands of his father. 
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04/14/2020 12:08 PM
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childhood friends.
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS "I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?"  She’s sitting on the floor of his bedroom; back pressed up against his bed, arms clutched around her knees, she gently rested on his shoulder, searching for the words, not sure where to begin – “ what a summer, Arch –” she sighs, swallowing thick the lump that sits in her throat. She’s just met her brother for the first time – her real brother, not the imposter-come-serial-killer that tricked his way into her home a few months previous. No, her real brother – Charles Smith, the boy her mother abandoned, and yet the one Cooper that turned out normal. Maybe he was the lucky one, she thinks, but almost instantly internally scolding herself for even thinking it.  A nod, lips drawing a narrow line, heart racing within the confines of her chest. " he showed up this morning – I just – why, why didn’t she tell me? this whole time she let me believe —" teeth sinking into her lip, tears welling up, trying to hard not to fall apart. "sorry –" she mumbles, a hand moves quickly to catch the tears that escape her eyes.
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04/13/2020 01:41 PM
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that she's worth more than that.
That she's worth more than that "I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can"t I do this one thing for me?"  Of course, she wasn't expecting an admission of anything amiss from her redheaded cousin, admitting weakness was not a trait that came naturally to either woman. Perhaps a family trait, she wonders – it had been a harrowing few weeks, the traumas of her night within the grounds on Thornhill, a wicked game orchestrated by a more wicked woman. Only now can she fathom the real terrors that Cheryl must have endured at the hands of her mother.  Pops remained one of the few safe havens that this town offered, even if it had been the very start of what would set in motion these last two years. The cozy familiarity of times that were all but a distant memory now, trying not to taint those sacred moments with what she knew now of her father's evil doings with Penelope Blossom in tow. Betty could only hope that fate would befall upon her treacherous aunt the same as it had her father.
A scoff from her lips at decompressing as if it were so straightforward after the sheer terror of these past few months, a death toll stacked up like cards in a deck, brought about by none other than her father, and the redhead's mother – a twisted bond forging them together. " Cheryl, our parents, are the Fred and Rose West of Riverdale – I think decompressing is a little of an understatement —" not quite how she planned on that coming out, cussing herself internally, eyes narrowing, her voice low, " Sorry – I just – I don't think any of us are fine – I have a brother. Who I thought was dead – who's also Jughead's brother –well, half brother. Yeah, weird." nose crunching in distaste as she said the words aloud. 
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04/10/2020 12:22 PM
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i'll stay vulnerable.
I'll stay vulnerable "If I hand you my emotions, would you even want to take it?If I give you all my trust, then would you fumble it and break it?"  Today had been a stressful day, emotions at war within the blonde's mind, her father in his final resting place, in a quiet corner of Riverdale's municipal cemetery in an unmarked grave, a pang of guilt set in her at the mourning of a murderer who's twisted games had tormented her for the better part of two years. It felt strange, to think of him as the same man who took her to little league every week, the same man who she ran to whenever she woke body aching in fear at the night terrors she suffered as a child, how could that same man do the awful things her father would be remembered for?  It had been a small private service, only her and veronica had gone, almost certain no one else would have wanted to be their anyway, not after the wicked games he's played, the people he's killed, and many more left grief-stricken and tormented even after his body lay deep in the cold earth. Curled up on Veronica's bed, knees pushed up to her chest, head resting on the wall behind her, a numbness engulfing her whole body, she felt as though a weight had been lifted FINALLY; like she could breathe for the first time in over a year, grateful for the unconditional friendship and support that Veronica had offered, despite their differences.
"I don't think I could have done this without you – today." her voice shakes, hands tremble, as she reaches out for Veronica's hand, a lifeline, tethered to her, eyes slip closed for a moment. "thank you. For today. for everything." 
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04/07/2020 11:56 PM
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Between love and hate.
between love and hate "Now there's a thin, thin line between you and me Between what this is now and what we used to be"  Weakness, not something she showed quickly; even as a child as far back as Betty could remember, she maintained a stoic front, and Betty wonders just how much of her life she’s spent hurting – bottling things up, pushing it down, much like Cheryl did. Only Betty cannot even begin to fathom the ache of what these teenagers have been through, even thinking about anything happening to her mom, despite everything that leaves her feeling sick to her stomach.  “ It doesn’t have to be silent or even fake smiles you have people who care, Cheryl, you have Toni, Me you have people who love you. ” a soft frown went on her lips, a lump in her throat, as her mind hyper-focused on her sister, who she didn’t even know where she was .. if she was safe. God, she hoped so.
She didn’t get the super bitch act, not when she’d seen softer, sweeter sides inching through the gaps even with her. Her cousin was protective if something was going on. she knew she was capable, she saw in with Toni, in the soft moments when Cheryl thought no one was watching. “I know we haven’t exactly been besties, but we’re FAMILY, and it isn’t like either of us have much of that left…” 
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04/06/2020 12:30 PM
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no judgement.
no judgement "Even though we don't talk for a couple of months, yeah It's like we didn't lose anytime I can be your lover or your shoulder to cry on You can be whoever you like"  Eye's rolling at the person in front of her, she'd met plenty like that in Riverdale, they didn't scare her – well aware they probably should, and if anything her lack of fear more worrisome in itself. But then, life hadn't dealt her the kindest, nor most natural hand, despite her pastel pink and plastered smile. Laughing at her comment about the Northside, it seemed that the North/South divide wasn't exclusive to Riverdale.  "Not lost – and trust me, I'm a lot tougher than I look." she smiled sweetly, hand dropping when it became evident he wasn't about to return the gesture, none the less, that wasn't going to stop Betty.
Nose scrunching when the person was asking if they were edible – which, to Betty, seemed a ridiculous question. "Of course they're edible!" she replied with an aura of confusion as to why they ask that. She might have run with a biker gang back in Riverdale, but evidently, she was not entirely down with the drug lingo. A beaming smile and nod, "I did. This morning actually, I made some cupcakes too, but I didn't wanna come across as too much." she laughed with a soft shrug, "I can grab you some if you like." she stuck out like sore thumb, her paste and soft plaid against the dingy southside neighborhood. Betty wishes at this point; she was wearing her leather jacket. Had it not been for the last two years spent running with the Serpents, she'd be horrified to find herself here. Then she realized that they were just like family as jughead Veronica and Archie and Cheryl. 
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04/05/2020 11:50 PM
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darkness holds.
DARKNESS HOLDS "Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."  "if she was trying to protect me, then why did she sent me to the sister's as she did with Polly? She told me I was tested for the serial killer gene?" some bullsh*t that had been discredited in the 1990′s. Her mother had tried to convince her she had, already laden with the trauma of her serial killer father, her deepest fears of being just like him manipulated so cruel, so calculated. She thought that she got over this. She had a way to cope now and not feed the darkness.  Not that any of that mattered now, her biggest worry her mother's safety, and the fear that Penelope Blossom was still at large somewhere after Betty had watched her shoot her father in the head at point-blank range, an image that would forever be burned into her consciousness.
"he wants us to help – Jug and me. but I don't know … I don't know what to do. Everything is such a mess. My mom is missing, my sister, the rest of the farmies – my dad's dead...what do you think, what should I do? I have to help, right? He's my brother – half brother, whatever" she felt guilty for even thinking about not helping Charles. Still, she was so exhausted, so worn out by everything, she wasn't even sure what help she could be. " it would just be nice to trust someone in my family and not question everything." betty felt at this point she believed Cheryl then her brother at this point. 
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04/04/2020 11:49 PM
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mad world.
Mad World "Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday, happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen"  "no, no one's in trouble," well she hoped anyway Betty was quick to reassure the person, moving closer to the edge of the bar as some space was vacated near the other. Pressing her lips together, she considered where to start, deciding just to jump right in and go for it. "nothing's wrong. Strictly speaking, I guess. I just …it's the Serpents. I feel like they all just see me as the girl next door, and that's it. That is the only reason I'm here, and I couldn't care less about the rest of them." It wasn't just her feelings that had led her that way – various overheard conversations had left her wondering if that was the case.  But after careful consideration, she realized that it wasn't. Maybe it was born out of her own experiences, but Betty wanted a place where she belonged. Fully, and honestly. "and part of it is probably me, I'm sure. So I want you to help me prove myself. That sounds like the wrong word for it, but I just want to show that jughead and my mom aren't the only reason I'm here, not the only reason I'm here. that I'm my own person and that I deserve to be treated like that as much as anyone else."
If she was honest with herself, she danced not just because of jughead but proved to herself, she could handle it, betty loved her boyfriend more then life it's self he didn't need to push her away anymore. The blonde was stronger then people thought. 
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04/02/2020 11:32 PM
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half of my hometown.
half of my hometown "I do everything for everyone. Everything to be perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect student. Can't I do this one thing for me?"  The days after her torturous night, Betty was trying to rebuild her life. Slowly but surely, and it wasn't easy. But things were starting to go back to normal, her and her friends hanging out at Pop's, drinking milkshakes, laughing and enjoying each other company. Her mom was still around, but they needed to rebuild everything. Trust. She hid so much from her. So she didn't try to overthink the hell she had gone through or the pain of losing not one, but both parents and a sister. She had to block it out somehow, not wanting to deal with and face her emotions right now. She was trying to heal the best way she knew how even though it was going to have to do more than one conversation.  Betty had heading into Pop's alone, wanting just to sip a milkshake and sit for a while by herself. Occasionally Veronica coming by checking on her time to time. But she heard a familiar voice pulling her away from her thoughts for a moment. The question that left the person's mouth made Betty let out a heavy sigh. "I'm holding up the best I can, just trying to get through it. That's what I learned, right?" she said, it wasn't a complete lie. Pausing for a moment, she chewed on her lower lip, but Betty needed someone to be there, some company for her sanity. She didn't want to get the point of overthinking in her head.
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04/01/2020 11:25 PM
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It's us against the world.
It's us against the world "Whenever you're near there is no fear It feel's like there's nothing I can't do You make me feel stron'Cause it's here with you that I belong"  A night that felt like a terrible dream was finally over. Her friends and herself had been put in danger, at risk of dying. And the thought of anything happening to any one of them made her sick to her stomach. She realized how ill Cheryl's mother had gotten. It was like she needed the win. It was bad enough that she had to play a twisted game of spin the bottle with her best friend, but instead of fun makeouts in closets when she first met her best friend, it was a death wish. Poison lacing every glass, Veronica was taking the most to save Betty's life. Betty didn't know how she could ever repay Veronica for that. But she knew that she had proven she would do anything for her, and Betty would have done the same for her. She didn't even have to question it.  A new day was dawning, and it was the end of their nightmare. The sun shining down after Cheryl came to the rescue with her arrow. Everyone was safe and accounted for. after everything was calming down. They talked to everyone they needed to The blonde sprung forward, wrapping her arms around her friend. She just needed to hug her, know she was safe, to know she was real.
"We have, V, and I love you." 
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