#bettycoooper

[socialpariah]

HE’D NEEDED AN eighty-two to pass, to pull his gpa up just enough to save him from being held back, && he’d only missed it by thirty-eight, the CRUMPLED exam shoved into his binder in shame. he was sure she hadn’t been LOOKING for it, but nonetheless, when he came back from the bathroom she was holding it in her hands. 

       « i told you » he signed, grabbing the paper from her. « i’m useless && you’re wasting your time trying to teach me » // @bettycoooper && sc

[socialpariah]

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! / accepting / @bettycoooper

( ✉ → sms : b ) i know( ✉ → sms : b ) i’ve listened to it three times in a row( ✉ → sms : b ) your falsetto could use a little work but im willing to overlook it because you’re so cute 

[olympiclambarchive]

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

meme | accepting | @bettycoooper

[ sms ➣ betty cooper ]: not that i don’t believe you, because i do, but…[ sms ➣ betty cooper ]: what proof do you have?

[freezcrburned-archived-blog]

💋 💋 💋 💋

meme | @bettycoooper ACCEPTING 

             ☽ Isaac was never one for the traditional Valentine’s Day holiday since it involved a lot of couples doing things together. His desire for getting a date for the night never hit him as much as it did during the usual week. He believed, as many other do, that Valentine’s Day didn’t need to be the only day you pay attention to your significant other. But it just so happened that everyone wanted to do the same thing on the same day. It was annoying for Isaac at times. 

This year wasn’t that different. Not wanting to spend the night alone but also not wanting to go out and see every fucking couple in Beacon Hills share the same moments. He opted to stay in. While Scott was out with a person Isaac didn’t have the interest of finding out who and his mother was also out at a double shift at the hospital for those who wanted to celebrate the holiday, Isaac was left alone in the McCall household. Which benefited him greatly. 

He invited her over. Betty Cooper might’ve not seen the inside of the McCall house because bringing a girl home seemed a bit odd. Considering it wasn’t never his home to begin with. It was just a place where he slept. Opening the door, a smiling face greeted Betty, who looked all dressed up for an evening. A slight grimace as Isaac looked over at the candle lit dinner that he had set up. Specifically going out and getting homemade guac with their favorite meals set up in front of the TV. ❝ I thought we could stay in for the night because watching every other couple isn’t how I’d like to spend my Wednesday night. ❞ He said, turning back to her. 

The smile on her face never faltered as she stepped closer. ❝ Sounds perfect. ❞ She whispered, leaning up to kiss him. A kiss that sent sparks up in his mind. It was quick but hell did it leave a mark. 

[socialpariah]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 warm is your heart? to love a boy like him ; damaged, loner, loser &&  n o t h i n g  that you need ; no pleated pants && no bright future. he is dark && you are light, but just like IONS, opposites attract.    he opens up to her like no one else, spilling his SECRETS, even the one he’s kept for so long, the reason why he only talks when necessary, why she ( or ANYBODY else ) has never seen him without his beanie . .

his hand is reaching back out for hers, desperate for the WARMTH && COMFORT it gave him even in the few seconds it held his own, before he realises what she’s doing. S P E A K I N G  && just for him, it’s slow && simple, but unlike everything else in this world, it’s made for HIM . . .

            ( 𝐓-𝐇-𝐀-𝐍-𝐊   𝐘-𝐎-𝐔 )

he spells out the letters && takes the hands that have worked so HARD to give him the gift of inclusion, entwining their fingers so she can’t let go. // @bettycoooper && CONT

[tccsensitivea]

                 teeth are shown in a softer version of his comical expression, green eyes usually neon with clownish delight dulled to a pale sea foam. he’s more reachable here, index and middle finger extending a small red heart cut from a piece of paper. it was cheesy, corny in fact -- something he’d mock someone for entirely. yet here he was, the cookie cutter heart and chocolate tied to it rests easily in his grasp. she can deny it, it wont kill him -- maybe bruise his ego a bit but nothing new. head inclines a bit as a heavy sigh leaves his lips voice low as brows arch and he nods with a final seal of his words. “ happy valentines day Betty.” little did she know that on the card scrawled in his signature cursive with jagged curves, sat labeled ‘ To Bette Davis Eyes ‘.

@bettycoooper <3 for a starter

[lchnss]

@bettycoooper.

porcelain  features  are  as  bright  and  cheeks  are  as  crimson  as  the  flowers  before  her.  her  fingers  delicately  trace  their  stems  and  leaves  before  a  single  daisy  is  picked  between  her  fingers.   “  they’re  all  so  lovely  !   “   she  chimes.  “  i  bet  you’re  happy  everyday,  working  in  a  place  like  this.   “

[architectbro-blog]

“   aren’t   you   a   little   too  young    –––––––––––     to   be   going   to   bars   like  these?  ”

❝       *        @bettycoooper       mosby  lovin’