#sweetcoated

“hi betty”

Heartbreak meme | @sweetcoated35. My muse dies in your muse’s arms.

This is exactly what Betty was afraid of and he knew it. It was his first thought when the knife slipped through flesh. Twice. In the middle of practically nowhere. And then the perpetrator was gone as Jughead found himself falling back. He heard Betty scream as his hands tried to cover the wounds. Crimson seeped through his fingers, the pain washing over him. He felt like he couldn’t BREATHE. Panic was settling in. Oh god, he wasn’t going to die, could he? He couldn’t die. Not yet. Not now. If he hadn’t taken that damned jacket, would this have never happened? Or would it have anyways due to him being the son of the leader of the Serpents? 

Jughead felt gentle but frantic hands. Betty. Oh, god, BETTY. Why did she have to be here? She was clearly safe, that wasn’t his concern. But to see him like this and right after Archie’s dad—— Eyes that had been on the dark sky moved to her face, seeing the same fear etched in it. He was struggling to breathe now but the pain was starting to settle. Was that a good or bad sign? Jughead didn’t know. He hadn’t exactly ever been on the end of a knife. His heart was pounding away but he felt it was also starting to slow. And as he stared at her face, all he could think of was the arguments over him becoming a serpent. That this is what it would lead to. How he had hurt her so many times over it. And then his thoughts shifted to moments they would never have. How others had called them ‘soulmates’ and now he was slipping away from her. How could they be soulmates if this happened? What kind of cruel reality was that?

He was getting tired. His hand still managed to reach up just to cup her cheek, staining pure skin with the cruel red of BLOOD. “It’s okay,” he managed, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine. You’ll see.” It was a lie and he knew it. A harsh reality he was coming to face as he struggle to hold on was slipping even though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to go. He could feel the warm tears falling from his eyes and onto the dirt he was splayed out on. His thumb gently caressed her skin, wiping away a tear. “——I’m SCARED, Betty,” he finally admitted in a weak voice. He was terrified.

Every moment seemed to stretch into eternity. Each moment with her. Each moment he had left. And then his hand fell from her skin as his body fell limp. Eyes empty, still staring at her face as the last breath he had to give left him. Any last hope of staying with Betty forever gone with that single breath.

For every ✍ I get in my inbox, I will reveal a pet peeve I have about rp x3 because Jordan is an ass

1. People who don’t read rules or don’t abide by them. Anyone who knows me knows this is a big issue I have. I type up and put time into rules for a reason. So others know what to expect from me and what I expect. And people who think they can be an exception to the rule are just the worst.

2. Popularity contests in the rp community. Comparing interpretations to someone else’s. It can seriously drag a person down. In fact, I go out of my way to not do that myself. If I promo someone, I usually type something in the tags but I never say something like ‘BEST X EVER’ and it’s fine if you do. But there are others who go out of their way to tear others down to build someone else up. I’d much rather get to know and get along with other Jughead rpers rather than just constantly fight for who’s better.