beat betty



March 01!
Betty Davis such a QUEEN <3 
and i think her song ‘Nasty Gal’ is perfect for my 2017 

During the month of march I wanted to appreciate all the musicians that help me get by, by drawing and doodling them.
im starting a tag called #MARCHTOTHEBEAT, If you wanna join in too, tag it and id love to see! :D

** Holy smokes this leap year messed me up. WELL. art dump. 

ryomyo  asked:

Hello! Is there anything else that could beat FEAR (Betty and such) besides DT? I mean, even DT (Frisk and such) dies of Monsters, Humans, physical attacks etc. Under one condition, DT can return. (Unless everything is broken and glitched out) So, what can kill Fear? And no, I'm not asking because of Animations and such, but I found an interesting animation about Betty fighting an OC and I started to wonder..

Gaster practically won, and is just because he’s THAT strong. If it wasn’t for Betty’s especial attack and the ex-machina from that kid. She would’ve died there

justanotherbiblixphile  asked:

Hello Bella. First things first, I love your blog. You are an amazing writer and seem super fun. I was wondering if you could write a story where the gang all go out and do something like laser tag. And like Betty could push Juggy into a corner kiss him and then shoot him or something like that. Thanks!

AU: The gang is currently in grade 7, and Betty has a major crush on Jughead. Jug is completely oblivious to her feelings though. Also, Kevin is still in the closet, and the only person who knows is Betty.

The gang walked into the old arcade, breathing in the scent of popcorn and corndogs. Betty and Jughead were walking behind Archie and Veronica, who were currently holding hands, arms swinging between them. Kevin was walking behind them, munching on cotton candy.

Betty turned around and giggled, looking at one of her best friends munching on the sweet floss. “How did you get that so fast? We literally just walked in.” Betty said, smile on her face.

“I have my ways.” the boy said. He was still in the closet to everyone except Betty, but they all had their suspicions. He was the only guy who was allowed in Betty’s bedroom alone.

They all walked up to the counter, getting their passes to allow them to play a round of laser tag. They all decided their nicknames for the game. Veronica was ‘pearls’, Archie was ‘winner’, Kevin was ‘KK’, Betty was ‘pretty in pink’, and Jughead was ‘Burgers’. Betty laughed at the name Jughead chose, blushing when he laughed along with her.

After a few minutes of playing a few arcade games, their team was called in to learn the rules of laser tag. Betty stood in the dark room in between Kevin and Jughead, with Veronica and Archie still in front of them holding hands.

Jughead and Betty leaned in and laughed when they saw Archie attempt to wrap his arm around her shoulder, but failing miserably. Jughead leaned over and started to whisper into Betty’s ear, “I don’t know why I’m here. I am amazing at laser tag and already know all the rules.” he said, leaning his back against the wall in the dark room.

Betty blushed when he realized his lips were very, very close to her face. “I bet I could beat you.” she said, turning her head to look at the tall boy.

“I doubt it,” he said, turning his head to look at her, “But, let’s make it interesting. How about a bet?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

Betty was grateful that the room they were in was dark, or else he would definitely see how red her face and chest was becoming. She smiled and nodded. “Deal. What happens if I win?” she asked, crossing her arms against her chest, mimicking his position.

“Probably won’t happen, but if it does I will buy you a burger, milkshake and fries at Pop’s.” he said, while changing his position from leaning his back on the wall, to leaning his shoulder on the wall.

She nodded along with him, looking at the crescent shaped scars on her hands. “Ok, and if you win?” she said, looking up from her scarred hands.

“Then you buy me the burger, shake and fries from Pop’s.” he said, looking at her green eyes.

Betty nodded and said, “Deal.” before turning and following the rest of the group into the large room where they all got their guns and vests.

Betty and Jughead reached grabbed a gun and started it up, logging in their nicknames so they would be able to see who won at the end of it. While they were waiting for everyone else to get set up, they waited at the entrance to the course, side by side. Betty was gripping her gun so hard, her knuckles were turning white. Jughead noticed, and looked at her hands for a while. “Hey Betty, are you okay?”

Betty turned to him and loosened her grip on her gun. “Yeah I’m fine. I’m just pretty competitive. Don’t like losing. You’re on Jones.” she said, a hint of a smirk forming on her heart shaped lips.

He was about to answer her, but the horn went off indicating the game was starting, and she was gone in a flash. He started to run, but decided to run the different direction. She went left and up, while he went right and down.

It was about ten minutes into the game. Ten minutes of running from each other, dodging each others guns, and trying to hit each other from the opposite sides of the course. At this time, Betty was beating Jughead by more then 450 points.

Betty was walking backwards into the corner and bumped into something that felt warm… it was definitely not a wall. She slowly turned around, gun lifted, hand on the trigger. The first thing she noticed was the giant grey S on the persons shirt. She gave a sigh of relief but never dropped her gun.

“Hey Cooper.” he said, gun by his side.

Betty’s face turned scarlet and pressed her gun against his chest. “Jones.” she said, starting to walk towards him, pushing him backwards, making his back press against the wall of the course.

“Betty, what are you doing?” he asked, looking down at the end of her laser tag gun that was pressed against his chest.

“I’m winning.” she said, looking into his deep ocean eyes.

He gave her a puzzled look as she dropped her gun to the side, taking a step towards his scuffed converse. She placed one hand on his shoulder, pushing his upper back against the wall as well.

She leaned up and pressed her soft strawberry lips against his chapped ones. He melted into the kiss, and was completely unaware that she picked her gun back up, pulling the trigger against his chest. The small screen on his gun told him that he was just shot 7 times by ‘Pretty in Pink’.

His mouth was open as he saw the end of her blonde ponytail turn around a corner, and heard her faint giggle from his corner.

“Oh, it’s on Betty Cooper.”

Love this prompt! I hope you enjoy! And also, Thank you so much!!! I know your my best friend but still I LOVE YOU BBY!!!! (If you like Harry Potter, or Narnia go follow this chicka because I love her so muchhh)

I Hate Your Ideas

“I hate your ideas. I hate them almost as much as I love you, which is so much.”

“You’re insane!”

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller

Ship: Jughead x Andrews!Reader; implied Archie x Betty

Warnings: making out; some swearing

A/N: I had a weird idea. It’s not very romantic, just a bit funny. Don’t ask XD

Originally posted by stydiaislove

(gif not mine)


“You’re insane!” your boyfriend of one year, Jughead Jones, exclaimed at your proposal. “I hate your ideas. I hate them almost as much as I love you, which is so much.” Veronica was doubled over laughing, and Archie was facepalming. 

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twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

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a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office 

“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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anonymous asked:

beronica? anything you want

at first, betty doesn’t even realize it’s happening. the first time it halfway made sense. veronica kissed her then-crush and tried to make amends with cupcakes, an obnoxious amount of flowers, and a spa trip she didn’t even let veronica go on.

but she looks between the gift veronica set on the counter - the third this month that’s seemingly unprovoked and going just a hair past wonderful girlfriend - and finds veronica taps at her collarbone where her pearls used to rest. she won’t meet her eyes.

veronica texted her earlier more details about the case with her father and betty helped talk her through it. no more than two hours later and here she is with a guilty smile and a gift betty didn’t need. 

betty fumes when she realizes hiram’s the cause of this.

“veronica… is this because-”

“he gave me pearls,” veronica interrupts, her eyes still trained elsewhere. “i just wanted to do something nice for you, too.”

betty takes a hard look at veronica. she’s heel-less in the comfort of betty’s home and it makes their height different more dramatic than usual. it makes betty’s heart because she just looks so small.

betty frowns and opens her arms to veronica. “hey, come here.” 

veronica looks up once before she closes the distance between them and sinks into betty’s embrace. betty starts rubbing her back the way she knows calms veronica down and presses a kiss into her hair. “you don’t have to get me anything, veronica.” ronnie goes to interject but betty beats her to it. “no, i love you, not your money. okay?”

veronica lets out a heavy sigh and nuzzles into betty a little further. “yeah, okay. i love you too.”

The Drive part 3

It’s a little shorter than the previous chapters but hopefully just as good! I’m also going to put together a little masterlist of my fics so they’re easier to find. Anyway, enjoy!

The Drive, part 3

Jughead was speechless for a moment, trying to process her unexpected words. He sat up, gently pulling her with him. He spoke carefully, not wanting to upset her. “I think that should wait for now.” Despite his intentions, Betty’s face immediately fell. He quickly added, “Bets I mean you deserve somewhere nice and comfortable for your- our first time. Not in Archie’s beat up truck.”

Betty paused for a moment, her eyes glancing down as a clever angle sprung to her mind.

“We’re not in his truck,” she stated with a smirk. “We’re outside.”

“-In the box of Archie’s truck, and how exactly is being outside a more feasible option than being inside the vehicle?”

“You said I deserve nice and comfortable,” the golden haired beauty began. “The night sky is clear and gorgeous. All around us are trees and mountains, and it’s completely quiet out here. And these,” she sprawled herself out on the thick quilts and comforters underneath them, nuzzling her face into the fluffy fabric. “These are my favorite blankets… and Juggie you know as well as I do that no one uses this road once summer is over. So, all of this is ours. It’s… private,” she shot him a lurid glance, but couldn’t stop a shy smile from spreading through her lips.

It was a combination that made Jughead forget how to breathe. She was so effortlessly stunning, her now messy ponytail with loose golden blonde strands outlining her delicate face, her crown sweater hiked up slightly, giving him a small peek of her hips and stomach. He absolutely trusted her, and wanted her so badly, but this was the last thing he anticipated from her tonight.

“After everything that’s happened tonight, are you sure about this?” he asked carefully. Her expression softened, and she spoke from the heart.

“Juggie, tonight you told me that you love me. You can’t imagine how much that means to me. Everything else is just background noise now. Right now all that matters is we’re with each other, and it’s real. I love you Jughead and I just.. I want to feel closer, as close as possible to you,” a cheeky smile overtook her face, “and after all, it’s your birthday.”

He laughed softly, never taking his eyes off her beautiful frame. Looking at her he felt, with astounding certainty, that she was the love of his life. No one could possibly compare to Betty Cooper. The woman before him was brilliant, compassionate, beautiful, and so full of life. Falling in love with her was so natural, and he found himself thanking his lucky stars that she felt the same way for him. She spoke again, breaking his infatuated trail of thought.

“Of course if you want, we can just cuddle, I’m not trying to push you to do anything you’re not ready for,” she spoke quickly, uncertain if she had overstepped a boundary. He gently leaned down over her, his lips finding hers in a deep, slow kiss.

He pulled back just enough to speak, “Always ready for you, Juliet,” as he crashed his lips back to hers. Tingles ran up Betty’s neck, and down her legs as their lips found rhythm. Without thinking, her hands trailed up his neck, and slid under his beanie which soon fell beside them, leaving his thick black mane exposed to Betty’s wandering hands. Her nails lightly scratched up and down the back of his head, pulling low groans from his chest in response. His kisses began trailing along her jaw, and down her neck. Tentatively sucking at her pulse point, his fingers curled up the hem of her sweater, and moaned affirmations as his palms reached the curves of her breasts.

Somewhere between heavy kisses, wandering hands, and racy groans, Betty and Jughead found themselves tangled in each other’s bodies, breathless at the sensation of each other’s skin. He was sitting up, back against the cab of the truck, drunk in the feeling of her naked chest against his. She had straddled his hips immediately after discarding her pants, giving Jughead only a moment to enjoy the view of her lace trimmed black panties. His arousal was hardly contained by his boxers, occasionally throbbing against her heat causing Betty’s hips to gingerly rock back and forth. Jughead’s hands and lips couldn’t get enough of her breasts as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, and gently tugged on the other with his fingers. Betty’s breaths were timid but sensual, and every lift of her chest against his mouth made his body ache for her. She boldly pressed against his thickness and rolled her hips, the circular movements making Betty’s mouth fall open into a pretty little ‘O’.

His hands made their way down to her hips, gripping in a vain attempt to still her sinful grinding. Reluctantly, he forced himself to pull away from her delicious curves. His fingers traced the hem of her panties as his eyes found hers. She was already nodding in consent, and her own hands were resting at his waistband. Betty lifted herself from his lap and kneeled beside his legs, allowing them both to help the other remove their last article of clothing. Betty reached back and fished out the condom stashed in her boyfriend’s jacket. She was about to tear open the package when Jughead clasped her hands in his. His eyes tenderly locked on hers, and Betty couldn’t help but smile at the tousled mess his dark hair had become.

“Please tell me immediately if you’re uncomfortable or if you want to stop. Okay?” he spoke softly, resting his forehead against hers.

“I will,” she said, kissing him soft and quick before settling herself again on his lap. She opened the little package, and Jughead gently took it from her hands as he kissed her neck, and carefully put it on.

“Shall we lay down?” he swallowed nervously.

“Actually…” Betty whispered against his neck, “Can we stay like this? I like… where we are.”

Jughead murmured a “yes” between his kisses and nibbles down her neck. She shifted her hips, testing his length against her entrance. He rested his head back, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist, and scanned his eyes over her every curve, waiting contently for her to make her move.

His eyes rolled back as she slowly sank her hips down onto him. A low groan escaped him and his grip around her tightened, his body being flooded with ecstasy. The faint sting of fullness between her legs was both relief and temptation for Betty, drunk off the sensation of finally being connected, and craving more from it. She began to lift her hips but he held her tighter, burying his head against her neck.

“Betty,” he panted, “I need… I need a second,”

He was overwhelmed by the rush of sexual desire coursing through him, intensified by every movement Betty made. She draped her arms over his shoulders and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, signaling he could take as long as he needed. He ran one hand up her back and cradled her head, his breath heavy on her neck. His mind was numb to everything but the sensation of being inside her, her body pressed firmly against him as he held onto her for dear life. The pleasure was disorienting.

“Are you okay?” she asked soothingly, twirling a lock of his hair around her finger.

“Yeah,” he said almost too quickly. He exhaled and loosened his grip on her slightly. “I’ve just never wanted this with anyone before. But with you I want everything, so much it makes my head spin,”

“I love you so much Betty” he spoke out of breath, tensing his hips and triggering hers to begin a rhythm. She gasped in response,

“I love you too”

Technicolour (Betty x Jughead)

Song: Technicolour beat by Oh Wonder

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Description: Betty has another fight with her mom which ends in tears. Jughead finds her and knows just what to do to cheer up the girl next door.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1141

 “You can’t keep me from seeing my friends, Mom.” Betty said, staring at her mom firmly. Alice Cooper’s temper flared as she looked upon her daughter. Everything began to spin out of control the minute Betty mentioned spending the night at Veronica’s house.

“I don’t want you associating yourself with those greedy, manipulative Lodge women,” she replied coolly, “You’re too smart for that and if that girl is anything like her mother, trouble follows.” Betty felt a pang of anger creeping its way out.

“She’s not like that! And neither is her mom. Stop assuming you know what they’re like when you don’t even have a clue!”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice to me!” her mom yelled back at her.

“When you insult my friends I’ll do whatever I have to do to defend them!” Betty retorted. In a flash, Alice Cooper raised a hand to her daughter and slapped her. Shocked, Betty fell to the ground, cradling her throbbing face in her hands. Tears pricked at the edges of her eyes and she stood up, running out of the house, ignoring her mother’s calls after her. She ran until she couldn’t find the strength to take another step. Breathless, she looked around and found herself at the park where she, Archie, and Jughead would play together after school when they were kids. The swings swayed lightly in the wind in a way that looked inviting. Betty walked over to one and sat down, hunching over and holding her head in her hands. After a few moments she heard a car pull up on the side of the road. Bracing herself, thinking it was her mother, she clutched onto the cold metal chains holding the swing up and held her breath.

“Betty!” a familiar voice called out to her. Recognizing who it was, she let out a relieved sigh.

“Jughead, it’s you,” she said thankful, “I thought you were my mom.” The raven haired boy exited the car and walked over to her, concern etched onto his face. 

“How did you find me?” she continued.

Whenever she saw Jughead, Betty immediately felt at ease. She could always count on him to be there when she needed him most, and right now she craved his company more than ever.

“I saw you run out of the house. I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed my dad’s truck to follow you,” he answered.

He knelt down in front of her and grabbed the chains of the swing, steadying them so he could look her in the eye.

“You okay?” he asked cautiously. Betty peered into his blue eyes and sighed. There wasn’t any use in pretending. Somehow or another she’d end up telling him everything.

“No,” she answered honestly. She proceeded to tell Jughead everything, from the invite to Veronica’s house to the fight with her mom that ensued afterwards. He listened quietly as she spoke, never interrupting to ask questions. She intentionally left out the part where her mom slapped her, knowing full well that he wouldn’t take to the information lightly. She looked down at her entangled hands in her lap when she was done. Jughead stayed quiet for a few beats.

“That’s not all,” he murmured matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, knowing full well what he was talking about. She still didn’t look at him.

“Betts come on. I know you. You don’t run out of the house after having a fight like that with your mom.  Something’s different,” he said. He placed two fingers on her chin bringing her face up to look him in the eye. As he did, he saw the beginning of a bruise start to form on her right cheek. He grazed his fingertips lightly over her discolored skin. Betty shivered from the contact.

“She hit you?” he whispered. Betty could hear the hurt in his voice and sighed, tears falling down her face. They both were silent as Jughead processed this. He stood up and grabbed Betty’s hand, taking her over to the truck.

“Get in,” he said. He headed over to the driver’s side and slid inside, starting the car and bringing it to life.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sliding into the passenger’s side. Jughead didn’t answer her and instead drove off onto the highway. The drive didn’t last very long, and both passengers were silent the whole way. Jughead pulled off of the highway and headed a few miles down an abandoned road. A few moments later, they pair pulled up to the parking lot of a large open meadow. Jughead hopped out of the car and stepped over to the passenger’s side, letting Betty out. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the back of the truck, hopping up into the bed and bringing her with him.

“Sit,” he said, taking a seat himself and leaning back. Betty tentatively sat next to him and snuggled up into his side. Instinctively, Jughead draped his right arm across her shoulders and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You wanna tell me what this is all about?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Well it’s already working since you’re laughing,” he smiled. His fingertips traced the bare skin on her arms making her shiver.

“Look up,” he instructed. Betty looked up and gasped. Being so far away from the bright lights of Riverdale made it easier to see the millions of starts that dotted the night sky.

“Remember when we were kids,” he continued softly, “and you got mad at Archie for breaking you bike when he was trying to do tricks?” Betty nodded and smiled at the memory. Jughead had been the one to hold her hand when she cried over her bike and distracted her by taking her a nearby hill to watch the clouds and try to find pictures in each one.

“I wanted to take you someplace where you could just clear your mind for a little while. I know that parents can be a little crazy and think they always know best. But really, in the end, were the ones that are meant to make our own decisions. If we go by someone else’s story then we just become a secondary character. And you, Ms. Cooper, are a leading lady,” he said smiling down at her. Betty looked up at her best friend beaming. Without any hesitation, she leaned up and kissed him. For so long she had been wanting to show the boy she loved how much she cared about him, and in this moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Jughead had returned the kiss adamantly, not stopping until the two were out of breath.

“You always know just what I need to hear, Jughead Jones,” Betty said softly.

“I would do anything for you” he responded, holding her tightly.  

You can’t forbid it

Hey, angels!
Sorry, this took a little while to write. I’m not entirely sure if I like this one. I have a few other requests which I’ll write as soon as possible. Please tell me what you think, enjoy reading! xx

Also, please note that my mother tongue isn’t english so there might be some mistakes. You can always correct me!

Requested by Anon: “ Can u do a Bettyxreader where the reader is sneaking out to see Betty(since Alice doesnt let Betty see the reader) and she climbs up the window, but Alice opens the door and reader has to hide in the closet. U decide the end💛 idk if it makes sense?”

Originally posted by somerhalders

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Reader

Words: 858

Alice Cooper always told her daughter that I’m a bad influence, that I’m just another fool. Obviously this didn’t stop Betty to befriend me. To say that Betty’s mom freaked out when she found out we were friends would be an understatement. She forbid her daughter to be friends with me. She never told the reason why she was so against me. The friendship between the two of us didn’t end though. Betty meant way too much to me to just quit seeing her. The both of us agreed that it would be the best if we would meet behind Alice’s back.

A few months later I caught myself staring at Betty a few seconds too long. Even my heart skipped a beat every time Betty smiled or laughed. At first I was confused but shrugged it off, waiting for it to just go away. But weeks later when my behavior got even worse something in me clicked. I realized I started catching feelings for my best friend. Since I never were the person who hid their feelings so I just told her. While telling her my breath was quicker and my heart beat the fastest it ever had. Let’s just say I was a nervous mess but I was the happiest person on earth when Betty said she felt the same way as I do.

Now four months later I still were the happiest person alive. Betty’s mom had still no clue that we were dating. How we managed to keep it a secret from her, I have no idea. 

It was a little bit over 7 P.M. and as cliche as it sounds I was throwing rocks on Betty’s window. After the fourth rock, the window opened. “What are you doing here?!”, Betty whisper-yelled. “Can’t I come visit my beautiful girlfriend?”, I grinned and started climbing up to her window. “You can’t just come here what if my-” I cut her off my putting my lips on hers, kissing her slowly. My hands wandering up her body, wrapping around her neck.  Betty’s hands laid on my hips, pulling me closer.

Our tongues danced together. We both were in our own little world. Nothing could distract us. Unfortunately we had to separate our lips since we needed to breathe. For a couple of seconds we just stood there smiling at each other. “As much as I like you sneaking in, you have to tell me when you’re coming over. What if my mom sees you?” I laughed lightly. “Oh please. Maybe it’s time she knows that she can’t control you anymore”, I said, hoping she would agree.

As if Alice would eavesdrop, there was a knock on the door and a ‘Betty?’ was heard. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Betty. “Not today”, she mouthed and pushed me in her closet. I sighed and tried so breathe as quietly as possible. I heard the door open and how a person, probably Alice, entered the room. “I heard voices”, she simply said. Her voice is as cold as always. “Yeah, Veronica called. She needed help with something” Betty’s voice trembled a little bit. I’m sure Alice heard it, too. 

Betty’s mom didn’t say anything after that. The next thing I know is that the closet door was pulled open and an angry looking Mrs. Cooper was standing in front of me. “I- I can explain”, Betty said, sounding afraid. Honestly, I myself was a bit afraid. Betty’s mom was unpredictable. “Shut your mouth” If looks could kill I’d be dead now. Alice grabbed my arm and pulled me out off the closet. “Mrs. Cooper-”, I tried to say but I got cut off by her immediately. “I thought I forbid you to see Y/N”, she snapped at Betty. Her eyes staring into Betty’s. “I can’t believe you betrayed me, Betty. That’s not how I raised you! How many times did I tell you that Y/N isn’t the right person for you to hang out with?!” Alice words were full of hatred and anger.

“I thought you knew better. How can you be this stupid?!” I felt anger boil inside of me. “Mrs. Cooper with all due respect you have no right to tell Betty who she can be friends or even be in a relationship with. Betty’s old and smart enough to make her own decisions! I really don’t want to be rude but someone had to say this”, my voice was strong. I almost broke out into a smile when I saw the look on Alice’s face. “How dare you to speak to me like this?”, she asked, sounding unbelievable. “Mom, I think it’s best if you would leave my room”, Betty said and forced a smile. Mrs Cooper turned away from us and left Betty’s room.

“I’m sorry that I-” My words had been cut off by a small kiss. “Don’t apologize. At least now she knows that she can’t forbid me to see you”, my girlfriend smiled. Even though Betty’s mom must hate me even more I couldn’t care less since all I care about is right in front of me.

anonymous asked:

Beroncia with jealous Betty

thank you sm for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! :))

Logically, Betty knows she has nothing to worry about when it comes to the people (numerous people, so many fucking people) that want Veronica. She knows that Veronica’s heart is hers because Veronica has Betty’s right in the middle of her palm, she knows she never has to worry about her girlfriend straying, she knows that Veronica wouldn’t leave her for one of the many people (so many goddamn people) who just want to say they’ve slept with The Veronica Lodge–she knows this.

And yet.

Yet, she’s stuck with that sick stomach churning feeling whenever someone shows even a fraction of their attention to Veronica and Betty sees that it’s anything but platonic.

Like now.

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Someone to Watch over Me - Betty x Veronica Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Beronica where Ronnie is sick and Betty takes care of her, and at the end of the day, they realised that they have feelings for eachother ~AND KISS ~and then Betty gets sick and Ronnie takes care of her.

Here you go! I didn’t get to write Ronnie taking care of Betty, because the imagine was already four pages long in my Word document, but I hope you like it anyway!

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anonymous asked:

Beronica video games

sometimes betty wonders if she’d have turned out differently if she wasn’t practically raised by fred andrews right alongside archie. veronica dreamily wonders the same when betty beats her at some game she forgets the name of - the third edition to a game that betty, jughead, and archie all pooled their money to buy when they were nine - for the nth time that night.

“pay attention to me,” veronica whines later after she abandoned her controller and betty switched the game to online mode. betty mumbles something incoherent in response and can’t tear her eyes from her screen. so, because bettys disappeared into video game land and veronica likes to tease, betty suddenly finds a hand on her inner thigh. “ronnie, what are you-”

“keep playing,” veronica says all too innocently; one look in her eyes and betty knows where this is going, “i have a game i wanna play, too.”

A Car With a Story (1)

Summary: Takes place in a world where Jughead really did move to Toledo and in the wake of his absence, Betty’s father has taken it upon himself to cheer her up by dragging her around town looking for parts to fix up cars together like old times. But when Betty becomes mesmerized by the old cars that her father shows her, she finds herself imagining what her life might have been like with Jughead if they were around when the cars were in their prime. With each car, and each fantasy, she starts to come to terms with why Jughead left - but will that be enough to mend her broken heart? Or will these make-believe scenarios just make her miss him even more?

The Wanderer 

Betty Cooper shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, glancing around the peculiar front yard and taking in the various piles of trash with skeptical eyes, sure that the owner referred to these rusted pots and broken telephones as priceless treasures instead of useless junk.

“Dad?” Betty whispered, stepping cautiously over a broken microwave and dodging a beat-up toolbox that rested precariously on the edge of the sidewalk. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Betty, I have been coming here for nearly ten years,” her father reminded her, leading them around the corner of the rundown shack to head into the backyard, which Betty soon realized looked far worse than the front. “Where do you think I go to get all those parts for the cars we fix up?”

“I don’t know, a junkyard?” Betty guessed, her eyebrows drawing together in concern at the dead trees that lined the edge of the property and the ancient pieces of equipment that looked like they shouldn’t have been allowed to run anymore. “This looks like the set of an 80′s slasher film meets every summer camp that you never wanted to go to when you were a kid.” 

“Honestly, Betty, you have your mother’s colorful take on reality, and it’s more than I can take most days,” he told her, pushing a few cardboard boxes of gardening tools out of the way and continuing down the cluttered path to the very back of the yard. 

“Great,” Betty muttered sarcastically under her breath. “Can we get this over with? I have a lot of studying to catch up on and an article to finish for the Blue and Gold. Where’s this guy you said we were meeting?” 

“Richard’s around here somewhere,” he announced, glancing around the yard for his friend as if he was going to be able to find anyone amidst the vast amounts of clutter. “But I wanted to show you something first. Follow me.” 

“Uh, Dad, is it okay for us to be back here?” Betty wondered, nearly knocking her elbow on the surface of an unsteady machine. “This equipment is older than I am.” 

“Just don’t trip over anything,” her father warned, pointing past a large oak tree at the very corner of the yard near the creaky old fence that separated the property from a cemetery. “It’s right around this corner, come on.” 

Hal and Betty stepped around the tree, dodging several overgrown thistle bushes and weeds to find a 1952 series 62 convertible resting lazily by the fence, its front bumper hanging by a thread and the passenger’s side door completely ripped off its hinges and resting uncomfortably against the fence. 

“Here she is,” Hal announced, smiling dreamily at the car like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. “What do you think?”

“I think she’s been through a lot,” Betty observed, slowly circling the car, her hands grazing the busted mirrors and chipped paint with uncertainty. “The hood is torn up, the interior is falling apart, I’m too afraid to look underneath the hood to inspect the engine. But…”

“But?” Hal prompted her to continue, raising his eyebrows at her expectantly and patting the side of the car hopefully. 

“But,” Betty said, her lips curling into an amused smile as she ran her hand along door handle and leaned forward to inspect the red interior. “She’s beautiful and I think I’m in love.”

“I thought you might like it,” Hal beamed, scrambling forward to open the passenger’s side door and ushering for her to climb inside. “Go on, take a look.” 

Betty did as she was instructed, sliding onto the leather seating and running her hands up and down the steering wheel, breathing in the scent of old leather and built-up dust particles. 

“Cars like this have to have some good stories,” Betty muttered dreamily, turning to her father with bright eyes. “Imagine the people who have been in the driver’s seat, the places it could have traveled, the things it’s seen!” 

“Should I give you two a minute while I go find Richard?” Hal asked with an amused smile, looking down at his daughter with a look of satisfaction. 

“Don’t be weird, Dad,” Betty scoffed, adjusting her position on the bench and running her fingers along the buttons of the radio. “But yes, please.” 

With that, her father shut the door to the convertible and headed back through the maze of never-ending junk to the house. Betty smiled to herself as she let her hands fiddle with the fraying lining on the seat cover, her eyes dancing wildly as they drifted to the pair of fuzzy dice sitting at the bottom of the car’s floor and imagining that they once hung proudly over the mirror as the car sped down the highway going nowhere and everywhere all at once. 

“What’s your story?” Betty mumbled to herself, leaning back onto the seat and closing her eyes. 

As if answering her own question, just as her eyes shut and everything went dark in front of her, her mind drifted to images of the past - poodle skirts and cat-eye glasses with thick-rimmed frames and doo-wop music that made her head bob back and forth and her foot tap to the beat.  

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