fic: time with you is standing still
Betty is tired of feeling out of control, and Veronica is so sick of having to put on a brave face.
Somehow, they help each other find relief.
[Or: the “fragile teens try breathplay to cope with their issues instead of seeking the counsel of a qualified mental health professional” fic this fandom deserves. Fluffier than it sounds because I literally don’t know any other way to be.]
Betty Cooper probably isn’t a good person.
Or maybe that’s not fair. She wants to be—she tries to be—but it still feels like… like at least some parts of her aren’t. Sometimes Betty feels hijacked, like she’s doing everything she can to hold it all together and somehow there’s someone else inside her calling the shots.
(“Betty couldn’t make it, so she sent me instead.”)
That person—whoever she is—she’s… well. Betty’d like to think that’s not her, is all. Deep down.
(“I could expose him in the pages of the Blue and Gold! Yeah, I can do that!”
“No. Spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”)
But Betty is also pretty sure true good girls don’t fantasize about choking people.
To be honest, until recently she’d thought it was normal. You hear it all the time, don’t you? People complaining, saying they got so annoyed they just wanted to strangle someone. That’s—it’s a thing people say. So when she would fantasize about taking Cheryl Blossom by the neck and finally, finally shutting her up, about grabbing Archie and making him see her, well…
Maybe it wasn’t a thing good girls did, but even good girls have bad thoughts sometimes, right?
But at least with them, she’d felt mad. Frustrated. Betrayed.
Veronica’s not like that. God, even when Betty’d been mad at her, she’s never felt anything but safe and seen when she’s with Veronica.
So Betty has no excuse for the way her eyes always catch on the string of pearls that hangs delicately from Veronica’s throat, the way she thinks about tangling her fingers in that necklace and pulling, just enough, just until Veronica gasps, just until the pearls leave bulleted bruises across Veronica’s soft skin, a dark ellipsis trailing off to… to…
“Earth to Betty—you still with me?”
Betty blinks hard, and focuses to find Veronica beaming at her. Oh, god. “Sorry, I just… tuned out I guess. What were you saying?”
It’s getting ridiculous.