#dark!juggie

[sirompp]

every time i think about riverdale i get so incredibly fucking mad and i try and make a coherent post about it to get across why its whole concept of existing is So Shit and i can never do it and i delete the post before its even made.

[fanfics4all]

Breakthrough

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Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 588

Warnings: Nothing I think

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The light of the Blue and Gold office flickered slightly as I burst through the door, papers clutched tightly in my hands and excitement buzzing through my veins like electricity. Jughead was sitting at his desk, his beanie pushed back slightly as he stared at his laptop screen, probably lost in whatever investigative piece he was working on. 

“Do you know what this means!?” I practically shouted, slamming my papers onto the desk before him. Jughead didn’t even flinch, his dark eyes lifting from the screen to meet mine with an amused and tired look. 

“It means you haven’t slept in seventy-two hours?” He deadpanned, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. I groaned, rolling my eyes. 

“No! Well…maybe, but that’s not the point!” I jabbed at the papers with my finger. 

“This is it, Juggie! This is the breakthrough I’ve been working towards for months! Do you even realize what I’ve done?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“I’m guessing it’s more important than sleep?” 

“Way more important!” I exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he was probably right. My hands practically shook as I shuffled through the papers, pointing out the key calculations, notes, and graphs. 

“This could change everything! This proves that the molecular bonds… okay, wait, you don’t care about the science, but trust me, it’s huge!” Jughead tilted his head, his smirk softening into a genuine smile as he watched me. 

“I care. Maybe not about the technical stuff, but I care because it’s you, and apparently, it’s huge.” I paused, my heart swelling a little at his words. Jughead wasn’t always the most expressive person, but moments like this reminded me why I adored him. 

“You don’t get it!” I said, trying to contain my excitement long enough to explain. 

“This could revolutionize energy storage. I’m talking about a clean, scalable source of energy that’s efficient, affordable, and scalable. Do you know what this could mean for the environment? For the future?” His eyes lit up then, a flicker of understanding mingled with pride. 

“Wow…” He said softly, his voice laced with awe. 

“You’re changing the world.” I felt my cheeks flush, a mixture of pride and humility at his words. 

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far yet. There’s still so much testing to be done and I’ll probably have to defend the findings against a hundred skeptics, but-” 

“But you did this.” He interrupted, reaching out to place his hand over mine, stopping my frantic movement. 

“You. You’ve been working nonstop, pouring everything you have into this, and now you’ve done it. That’s incredible!” The sincerity in his voice made my throat tighten, and I blinked back the sudden sting of tears. 

“Thanks, Juggie, that means a lot.” He shrugged, his hand lingering on mine. 

“It’s true. You’re amazing, you know that?” I laughed softly, shaking my head. 

“I’m just a nerd with a lot of coffee and very little self-preservation.” 

“Yeah, well” His smirk returned. 

“You’re my nerd with a lot of coffee and very little self-preservation, and I’m proud of you.” I smiled at him, the weight of exhaustion momentarily lifting as I took in the warmth in his gaze. 

“You’re pretty amazing you’re, ya know.” He chuckled, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. 

“Tell me more about this world-changing breakthrough, but, uh, maybe in words a non-genius can understand?” I grinned, my excitement bubbling up again as I launched into a simplified version of my discovery.

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[girlsloveamystery]

Talking to my writing guru about writing a fanfic where Archie kidnaps Betty. And Juggie goes full dark, no stars. I fully expect z e r o people to read this but we doing it anyways. Coming soon to an AO3 near you.

[berylcluster]

i got you a blanket. — Sabrina for Juggy

⊰ SPENDING THE NIGHT MEME ft. JUGHEAD JONES ⊱

➫ JUG seems to startle a bit, it's not that they weren't expecting her, they just happened to be lost in thought. Dark eyes move up to hers and the tired looking teen gives her an attempt at a smile. "Thanks. You read my mind." He doesn't speak to his earlier space out, just hopes the moment will pass and they can continue on as it never happened. Jughead sleeps just fine, they're usually the first one out in a group, but tonight sleep isn't calling to them. "Thanks for letting me sleep over, by the way. It means a lot since the cops raided the theatre." They give her a shrug, as if it's nothing to be sleeping there and to have the police invade their home.

[jbjonesxdomme]

PM: I appreciate that. I told her the same thing when she opened up to me about where her head was at. It's a very pretty head, but it can get very dark in there sometimes. I know it'll take time to get her there, but it'll definitely help having you to help her right along with me. Aww, you're so sweet to say that, Juggy.

I knew I wouldn't.

PM: She told me where her head was and how it's difficult for her to voice it. I reassured her that voicing it is exactly what she's meant to do and I was proud of her for sharing her worries like that. It's going to be a work in progress and all the rest of us can do is reassure her and show her that she's not, and she just has to keep working on being able to voice those things before it escalates in her head. It'll take time but as long as we all continue to communicate with each other, especially during scenes and other fun times, I'm confident she'll get to that point in time. It'll just take time and she has the best Domme around to make sure she has the love and support she needs to get there.

[serpentqueenz]

As One (but out of sync) |

Bughead Drabble

Warnings: Nothing but angst and semi Dark!Juggie

Author’s Note: Just show us some sugar in the form of likes and reviews and that kinda jazz. 

The paper feels so heavy in his hands. Too heavy, in fact, for a Sunday morning. Jughead holds some kind of irony in his heart because Sunday is a day dedicated to those who worship something a little bigger than Sweetwater River. And all he has sitting in the throne of worship within himself is a whole lot of dedication to the Serpent that he wears proudly on his back. Everyone worships something around here. And often he finds himself on metaphorical hands and knees to get some sort of guidance.

Her perfect writing almost hums his name as he reads the note that she had folded and left on his dining room table. He had told her - sworn an oath of sorts - that he’d be back at the trailer by 9 the night before, but, as always, that didn’t work out. He met eleven with a fist against a jaw of a new Ghoulie that he held no love for. He met the trailer at 3, empty, no Betty in sight. “Don’t be late,” she had written on a piece of paper being the backside of a Pop’s receipt. No X’s and O’s. Just a venomous echo of her madness directed at him.

He screws up the receipt, he never did like reminders of letting down those that he loves. Why would he want to hang on to the piece of paper that practically screamed at him, “I’m starting to fucking despise you.” And that was something that he could understand wholeheartedly. He could feel it growing in him; he was starting to despise himself.

“Don’t be late,” he mimics as he slings his legs out his bed. The trailer floor is old and peeling and is too close to how he’s feeling with the weight of Southside on his soul.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he holds back every single ounce of him that is more focused on using the force in him in the form of his phone against the wall. Archie is the shining light. He’s Jughead’s best friend. He’s his brother. A part of his world.

He’s the reminder that everything Jughead does is just a black mark on Betty’s heavy heart. That sometimes you can’t live off love.

That sometimes love just isn’t enough. Not when you’re washing somebody’s son’s blood off your fists the next morning.

At some point, he made it to the bathroom. It still smells like vanilla and some sort of sick echo of Betty’s shampoo. He knows she must have showered waiting for him, just like how his bed still had damp pillows from her washed hair.

Or her tears; he’s not so sure at this point.

The shower hasn’t even run for ten seconds when he decides to hop in. Sometimes he feels like the cold shower is kind of like the punishment he deserves. Because at least he feels something.

The water is daggers, it’s burning fire.

It screams Betty’s name on him.

He washes off last night. The Ghoulie. The pain.

The splits on his fists that he knows Betty will cry against when he faces her again.

His phone dings again and he looks at the glowing screen on the bathroom counter.

“Please,” his phone reads. “Jug, come on. I don’t want to see Betty cry.” Archie pleads.

His sniggers to himself, “Neither do I.”

He can still hear his fist meeting the Ghoulie’s jaw. The slapping of skin against bone. In that moment, he was free. And the look of all the Serpents around him in that moment proved that the one thing they worshiped, yeah, maybe it was him.

He tore down every fucking wall he ever built when he unleashed on that poor kid.

Sometimes, Toni’s hugs are the only ones that mean anything since Betty left.

Betty never left though. She never left his side but he felt her slipping from his wavelength.

And most of the time, Jughead feels pathetic for even asking Toni for hugs, but she had an understanding and sometimes all he needed was someone with an understanding on how hard everything fell around him. But she had Cheryl and sometimes, he felt intrusive.

Toledo and his dad are so far away when Jughead feels like there’s nothing left in Riverdale for him. But Sweet Pea would tell him he’s being stupid, and he doesn’t even want to imagine the look on Fangs’ face if he told them he was leaving. But he knows they’re not the reason why he stays. He clings on to anything that still has Betty’s aura in it, and unfortunately, that was Riverdale.

“You seem a little…” Toni starts. Jughead can hear her mind ticking with what to say next, he lies with his head in her lap and smiles to himself. He feels a little free here in her room.

“What?” he asks as he listens to Sloth scream on The Goonies - Toni’s favourite, not his.

“You seem a little better,” she says with a shrug. “It’s good, I’m liking this new and improved Jughead.”

Jughead closes his eyes while he listens to the TV, Toni chewing obnoxiously on gummy bears. “New and improved?” he asks.

“Well, yeah?” she agrees. “You don’t think so?”  

He waits a moment, wondering if she would add anything. “I’m trying,” he tells her.

“To what?”

“Change for the better, improve my soul.”

Toni giggles. “Soul?” she laughs. “What soul?”

She carries on with the movie, but Jughead can’t seem to get back in. Soul? What soul? He repeats over and over. What soul? I don’t have one… he thinks. No one thinks I have one.

He knows why he’s feeling better.

Betty was letting him back in.

Even the thought of her talking to him made everything have a little more sense.

He would count down the hours until she would let him on her frequency again.

Southside wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore. Whatever family dynamic they had tried to create left as quickly as it came. Jughead knew he was their King but it wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. He was in control of something that sunk venom into everything he touched. And everything he touched seemed to wilt and wither a little more. It was hard to hold pride for something that was as toxic and draining as their leader. The darkness that clung onto Jughead so tightly with it’s fangs and pointed tails seeps into the very gang that he was leading and he wasn’t blinded to the fact that they were bad people.

Betty was sugary sweet and that was something that he would forever taste on the back of his tongue. How could the entirety of Riverdale’s being be so dull and dark when the likes of Betty Cooper ran through its waterways. She’s pastel pink in his memory. That’s all he seems to have these days. Memories.

The old Mustang he drives - a gift from Sweetpea - pulls up to Fred Andrew’s place and shuts down with a roar. Curtains fly open. Jughead wants to kick into reverse and get the fuck out. Something he’s too scared to do, not because of the disappointment that Archie is going to throw hard at him. There’s a chance that Fred would be there, and that’s a kind of disappointment he cannot face.

Archie’s bedroom window flies open on the side of the house, “Wrong house, Jug!” he yells out. “Go and see Betty!”

Jughead rolls his eyes to himself and quickly runs to Archie’s front door, letting himself inside and shrugging Southside off his shoulders and onto the floor. Taking his first proper breath in a length of time that he doesn’t care to acknowledge. In here, he’s just Jughead and most of the time he can’t see past sixteen and sharing the room with Archie.

It’s the look in Archie’s eyes when he gets to the room that makes Jughead want to turn away. Lectures don’t seem to sink in even though he knows what needs to be done.

Cut ties. Let loose. Get out of Southside.

“Betty turned up at Veronica’s last night, because, well, I guess you already know why.”

Archie’s hands tense and Jughead notices the uneasiness in Archie between trying to look in his eyes and trying to not hurt Jughead in the process.

Jughead falls on Archie’s bed and holds his face in his hands, inhaling deeply. Trying to shake guilt off in the process. “I was out late, Arch, I was tied up -”

“You said you’d stop this shit, Jug. It’s hurting Betty. You’re always coming home beaten up. I don’t even know what kind of shit the Serpents are into now. You’re in way too deep bro and look at you!” Archie almost yells. “You’re scratched up, your eyes are black! One day you might not even come home!”

Jughead blurs out the rest, staring at the mismatched pillows laying in the floor in front of him. Buzzing out the lecture. Keeping pastel pink in his mind. Archie’s arms fly in the air, his voice cracks at least three times. The room seems a hell of a lot smaller than it did when they were 16, now that they are 18. “Archie…” he says quietly.

“No, you’ve got to hear it! This is not you, Jug. This isn’t the real you. You’re more than this shit! I don’t know what the hell you got up to last night! Betty was worried sick and i’m sick and tired of trying to tell her that you’ll be okay when you wont!”

Jughead’s heart takes a beating when it starts to skip beats. Betty was the harmony in his fucked up world. The staggered breaths of air that are knocked out of him when he’s fighting. The reason why he wakes up. His knuckles crack inside his skin as Archie continues. He forgets all together how to breathe when he hears Betty’s name on Archie’s lips for the tenth time in a row.

Archie pauses when he notices tears on Jughead’s cheeks. Jughead doesn’t wipe them away but his best friend reaches out for him before pulling back again. Maybe he’s scared of me, he thinks. “I can’t find an escape,” he mutters under his breath, cracking his bloodied knuckles against his leg, faking a small smile for his best friend. “I can’t fucking cut loose. The more I move, the tighter the noose gets, Arch.”

“You need to find a way -” Archie is cut off by Jughead’s low laugh.

“Every time I find a way, I get pulled back,” he murmurs, heart racing too fast. Blood pumping too slowly in his hands.

Archie isn’t sold. Jughead can tell by the way he paces his own room and refuses to look at Jughead. “You shouldn’t have to find a way. It should just be Betty.”

Jughead stops listening when vanilla envelopes him.

All he wanted was a moment with his best friend. Someone who knew the real him.

All he got in return was too many home truths and a reminder that people miss the Jughead who didn’t come with poison attached to his very being.

He has a panic pulsing through him. It’s that so-fucked-up high that’s worse than anything else he’s ever tried. The metallic smell that’s hanging in the air that follows him and the dried up cracking of someone else’s blood on his hands creates the beating in his chest that’s splitting ribs. His breaths are short and shallow. The sound of pounding flesh and his knuckles pushing back is all he can hear right now.

The panic never stops. Two blunts later and a twenty minute lay down only increased his paranoia. Drop offs don’t get any easier. Not when the reason why Betty left his side was because she couldn’t handle any more of Southside. Not when he couldn’t tell the difference between his blood and the blood of the Ghoulie he beat up.

Not when his heart was beating so hard, it was coming out of his chest.

Inhale, exhale. It was his mantra. The guilt in his mind was a cruel reminder that that soul he was searching for, maybe he found it.

He sniggers to himself. I always feel like shit, he reminds himself.

Jughead hears a constant, static buzz in his ears. The ringing doesn’t stop and he doesn’t know if it was from the sheer amount of hits he took or a desperation in his soul to find Betty.

It’s almost as though he could smell the vanilla from down the street, or maybe it was just something that his mind was telling him he needed but the walk up to her room was fast when the floor seemed to move with him.

Her room was dark and carried an air of emptiness in it. Most of her things stil sat in the trailer though it had been weeks since she had really stayed. Her room here, at her mom’s, didn’t really feel like hers anymore. Home to her now, in Jughead’s eyes, was with him in the trailer. But it didn’t feel like home enough for her to come back.

The drawers seemed empty, the dresser bare, but the shape of Betty’s body called to from under the blankets and he could see she was sleeping peacefully. He wants to run.

He wants to stay with her.

His pulse slows though, his blood feels thicker in his veins and a pulse of relief echoes through when he realises his blunt was kicking in. “Juggie?” a voice that seems so smooth and silky, it was like instant ease.

Betty.

His body betrays him. Betty in his zone right now just made him feel a little right. It’s that familiarity he’s searching for, something she’s been giving him a lot more of and he’s grateful for it. Archie might hold a hate for him, his dad might be in Toledo when he needs him most but the universe can’t take all of Riverdale, no matter how hard it’s trying to strip Jughead bare.

He’s bare feet on silk sheets when he climbs in next to her. Breathing pauses again when  he’s trying to steady his soul. Steady soul, all wrapped up in the body next to him.

He wraps arms around her and dots kisses on her neck and drowns a little, letting it take him deeper into the water that she gives him. Ease.

Ease.

Easier than breathing.

She doesn’t ease up, though. He feels the shift in her body that replicates the stiffness in his own being. He made her this way. Tough. Concrete. She was right at the bottom and he knows it.

“Jughead?” she whispers, half asleep and slightly erratic. Finally she gives up, in his arms, and moves closer to him. “I was so worried.”

The words ring in his ears and replace the static in his mind. For the first time in a long time, he hears clearly.

“Betty,” he mumbles. “I came back for you.”

She smiles gently against his lips. If he could pinpoint every emotion in that one kiss, he would first read sadness. It lingers on him, in his skin, his hair. He feels it emitting from her. The sadness that he brings.

The sadness lingers above them, sitting in the room as they lay on the bed, “I wish you would stay with me,” she tells him. “Don’t go.”

“I want to stay, Betty, trust me,” he tells her. “I want to be locked up here with you.”

She sighs against his collarbone and it chills him to the core. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

He smiles to himself, eating up the sadness, drowning the madness in Sweetwater River. She never did want to talk about it, but neither did he. If he could keep it buried forever, then he’d leave it there. “I don’t want to either.”

“Then stay with me,” she begs with closed eyes, “For once let’s not let Southside come between us. Just you and I, Jug. Like we’re kids again.”

“Like we’re kids again,” he repeats against her soft hair. “Got it.”

She breathes in his air. She breathes life back into him, washing away guilt, taking in his pain. Making him feel human again. “I love you Jug. No matter what. No matter how fucking hard.”

He struggles to repeat the words when his bones feel like they’re snapping, cartilage spreading through his hands. His mind isn’t his when Betty Cooper is around. “I’m sorry I do this to you, baby.”

“I know.”

The silence seems louder when it’s just them two in the room. The silence is a welcomed change. Jughead knows that silence in the world of the Serpents is like a spreading disease that holds no peace in it. “You’re too good for me.”

Betty doesn’t arguing. All Jughead feels is a tightening grip on his body, as if she was trying to hold him down. Keep him with her at all times. He knows she holds a fear in her heart. “There’s no me without you though, Jug,” she whispers. “As much as you can’t find a way to get out, I can’t either.”

He feels the venom pooling again. This time is sinks deeper into the one person he loves.

He loves her deeper than deep.

He’s fucked this lifetime over deeper than deep.

She’s all glittery eyes and soft touched words when she’s in his arms and all of her promises seem to sound so pretty when it just him and her in the room. He’s almost convinced that he could be anything he wants to be when he’s laying in her silk.

“I didn’t sign up for things to be so hard, you know that right?” he asks her.

Her weak smile tells him that she knows. “When is there going to be time for me next to Southside?”

“You’re my Queen,” he promises. “There’s always time for you.”

Her laugh makes him uneasy, “it’s almost as though we can’t coexist.”

“What happened to not talking about Southside? 16 again, remember?”

Her breathing hitches. “Right.”

Jughead’s hands smooth over her hips and finally his hands feel like they’re home on her skin. “I just need to get through this part and then I’ll get out, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she says sternly.

“I promised I’d be here,” he tries. “And I’m on time.”

“Only because I had to remind you.”

It hurts him more than it should.

He tries to shift but she won’t give up his body that still has Southside sitting on his shoulders. “Where do you see us in the future?” he questions, instantly regretting it, not wanting to hear the answers for fear of hurting himself.

Betty pauses almost abruptly and again the dynamic switches. Now he’s the one drowning at the bottom. Anything for her, though.

Betty’s nails dance on the gap between Jughead’s jeans and flannel. “Life with you.”

“Are we happy?”

She smiles again. “Always.”

“Good.”

“Maybe we’re just normal Jughead and Betty again. Maybe there’s no danger. Maybe we’re just two people in love who had a past.”

“A bad past,” he corrects.

“No,” Betty shakes against the pillow. “It’s not bad. People go through things, you know.”

“People go through some shitty things.”

Betty chuckles and hits Jughead lightly on the chest. “Please keep optimistic. We’re alive aren’t we?”

Jughead’s throat starts to close in the closer he pulls Betty to him. His trachea contracts, he squeezes his eyes shut so tightly to block everything out. “I’m only ever alive when you’re with me, Betts.”

She hums softly with the same weak smile on her face. He holds her closer than close, wanting them to be the same person and believes that maybe, if they lay there long enough, everything would wash away, sinking further into the depths of Sweetwater River.

“We can get past this, right?” she says, sleep hanging onto her.

“As long as you don’t ever leave me,” he replies.

“I might just run away to California. Never come back.”

Jughead laughs as he rubs his own eyes, letting sleep take him too. “And leave me here?”

“You’d come with me of course,” Betty shrugs,

“And leave everything behind? I don’t think so!” He jokes back, earning an elbow in the ribs.

Betty’s sigh of relief runs through them both. “There’s things bigger than Southside and Riverdale out there, you know Jug?”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Things like you.”

[sweggsy]

BREAKING: A reliable source has confirmed that none of you know shit. 🐍🐍

[lifesshort-imshorter]

Last song: "Cravin'" by Stileto and Kendyle Paige

Favorite color: Gray or blue

Currently watching: Once Upon a Time (S5, third rewatch of series, oops), Kingpin (crime/underworld miniseries documentary, first time) Homeland (thriller/drama, S1, first time), Phineas and Ferb (S2, rewatch for my lover Ferb), Riverdale (yet another rewatch, starting at S1 again. Anything for my Juggie), Peaky Blinders (S1, first time), and The Vampire Diaries (S2, another rewatch of series)

Last movie: either The Mask of Zorro or The Princess Bride

Currently reading: This is one of those times I wish I wasn't a mood reader. I'm going for my college degree in fictional life. 📗Majoring in: "Twisted Kingdom," Royal Elites book 3 (4 if you count the prequel), by Rina Kent - first time read 📚 Minoring in: First time reads: "Never Truth," The Five Families book 2, by Jill Ramsower; "Kingmakers: Year Three," by Sophie Lark; "Hideaway," Devil's Night book 2, by Penelope Douglas. Rereads: "The Reaper," Dark Verse book 2, by RuNyx; "Beautiful Fiend," North Shore Stories book 1, by Lola King

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Spicy 🌶️🌶️ in my books and on my plate

Relationship: Committed relationship with my kindle and the various morally gray men that live in it

Current obsession: I have too many to remember off the top of my head, but I'll try. The Mask of Zorro movie, Rina Kent book universe, Jughead (please marry me 💍), Theo James, anything RuNyx writes (especially with my caveman Tristan Caine❤️‍🔥), anything Somme Sketcher writes, writing, looking at tumblr/pinterest writing prompts instead of writing

Last thing I googled: "crow rhyme" (honestly, between my regular job and my writing research, this is less weird than I thought it would be)

Currently working on: writing my dark romance books - enemies to lovers story is about a third of the way into first draft so far. Also partially working on a stalker story, just bobbing back and forth between the two as fancy strikes

Thanks for the tag @rattkween86!

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thank you so much for the tag @crappymixtape 💛

last song: Smoke by Caroline Polacheck

favorite color: I love yellow, always, but I'm really on a white/cream/neutrals sort of kick lately

currently watching: I'm late to the game, but just finished season 2 of Bridgerton, watching True Detective & Abbott Elementary with my guy, and I've also been rewatching America's Next Top Model 😅 Also, I'm always, and I do mean always, watching Friends and Stranger Things

last movie: literally just finished Dune Part 2 like a half hour ago

currently reading: I just finished Funny Story by Emily Henry (cannot recommend her and her stories enough), and about to start The Guest List by Lucy Foley & The Book Proposal by KJ Micciche

sweet/spicy/savory: I feel like it truly depends on my mood and like, if it's a meal or not, but I'll go with snacks for each:

Sweet, I love a simple chocolate chip cookie or ice cream (don't get me started on flavors though, we'll be here all night...) spicy would have to be my favorite salt and vinegar chips with serrano pepper, and savory would be hummus and cucs/meat and cheese charcuterie sorts of things for sure.

relationship: Married for almost 4 years, but we've been together for 12!

current obsession: oh my god this is so broad, I have obsessions in all areas of my life...ummmmm I've been making these salad jars for lunch and I really love them haha. Love dumping them in a big glass bowl and pretending I'm super bougie. Also eating it with another current obsession: sanpellegrino melograno & arancina

last thing I googled: Jonathan Bailey Wicked (listen...)

currently working on:

Outside of tumblr - rewrites to my We'll Call It Love screenplay as well as starting work on my second movie - To Whom It May Concern

Inside of tumblr, the wips are too high to count, but my main joys right now are:

- Baby, I Can't Fight This Feeling (enemies to lovers coworkers steve series)

- one of my "she's seen all the classics" stories that I'm AMPED to share soon

-a secret untitled series

- You Got That Somethin' (90s Robin oneshot)

- Sweet Talk (personal trainer Steve Part 2)

no pressure tags: @rebelfell @palmtreesx3 @curiositydooropened @jo-harrington @lonelysatellites @abibliophobiaa @inklessletter @rosewaterandivy @boyfriendstevie - and of course anyone who'd like to join in!

[exhilaratiion]

Alice & Jughead's reaction to Betty wearing the serpent jacket

[camelely]

So chic wanted to test his mothers love for him and will now come back with a vengeance? Archie is still acting like an idiot. The serpents are still bae. CHONI! And mama cooper “snaking” up with FP weird cause bughead but i ship it so im in love

[franny-writing]

Fiery Red Pt. 2

*Gif not mine

taken from my wattpad book

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"Why is this northsider here?" Jasmine heard an angry voice ask. Jasmine looked towards where the voice came from and saw a tall guy, that also seemed like her age, with dark hair, and tannish skin. She scanned him up and down and noticed he was wearing a flannel, black jeans, and a black shirt. He also had a couple of rings on his hand. She looked at his neck and saw a tattoo that looked like a snake in the shape of an S. Jasmine smirked as the man asked "Well? Are you going to answer me?"

"Well, last time I checked that wasn't your business," Jasmine responded with a smirk which had angered the other even more. Jughead sighed and stepped between the two before either one ends up punching the other.

"Jasmine, meet Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea, meet Jasmine. Jasmine needs a place to stay so I am going to help her with that. If you have a problem with that, I am sure Jasmine will be more than happy to show you that she doesn't take shit from anybody," Jughead explained, already drained from the negative energy. Sweet Pea just scoffed and turned around as Jasmine chuckled lightly and turned back towards the pair.

"Thanks, Juggie," Jasmine said with a bright smile. Without waiting for Jughead to invite her inside, Jasmine walked inside of her dark-haired friend trailer.

"Yeah, sure. Come inside. I am more than happy to have you over. Thanks for asking." Jughead said sarcastically. Toni laughed at the two as she followed Jasmine.

"I already like her," Toni stated. Jughead just shook his head and closed his trailer door.

Jasmine looked towards Jughead couch and saw Sweet Pea sitting there with another person sitting next to him. "Damn, Juggie. When did you get so popular?" Jasmine said with a smirk. Jughead just scoffed and walked toward the chair. Jasmine just tossed her bag onto the ground and plopped down on the ground. Jasmine looked up and saw that everyone was looking at her. "What?"

"Are you going to explain why you, a northsider, is at the Southside asking for some fucking shelter?" Sweet Pea asked sharply. Jasmine put her hands up like as a gesture for surrendering.

"Alright alright. No need for the profanity," Jasmine started saying, "Soooo, you guys know how Fred Andrews got shot at Pop's?" Jasmine asked. They all nodded, even though they were Southsiders they still hear the news of what happens at the Northside. "Well, Fred is my dad. And in case you didn't notice, I am sort of an outcast at the Northside. I smoke, I don't wear all the fancy clothes and I don't wear bright colors. The generic, 'I'm not like most girls'," Jasmine said with slight discomfort at the last part, she personally didn't care for the popular saying as she thought girls were girls no matter their personalities and likes. "I get in fights and I am one of the most sarcastic person you will ever know. Well, that causes a lot of people to judge. And that made some rumors to start. People kept saying that I hired someone to shoot my dad. And well, that got me angry. And I didn't want to do anything that I would regret so I needed a break. And in order for that break, I need somewhere that isn't filled with people that will constantly point at me. And that place is here." Jasmine explained with a smile. Jughead looked shocked for a minute.

"Wow. Okay. Ummm...yeah. You can stay here. Just, don't get arrested or something," Jughead finally said after a few minutes of silence in the air. Jasmine scoffed.

"Pfft. You should know me by now. I never get caught." Jasmine replied with a smirk. The unknown man and Toni looked at each other with a smirk clearly noticeable on both of their faces.

"We are going to get along just fine," Toni said with a smile. The unknown man smiled as well while Sweet Pea just scoffed and avoided Jasmine's eyes. Sweet Pea was extremely reluctant of being nice to Jasmine. After all, in his book she was still a northsider. But what Sweet Pea didn't know, was that she isn't going to be just a northsider. She is going to be something else. Something extraordinary in his life. That's a fact.

[adultswim2022]

Baby Blues #3: “World's Greatest Dad” | Aug 11, 2000 | S01E06 Aired on Adult Swim January 6, 2002 - 10:30PM

How do you sell yourself as an an “adult” cartoon while also keeping one foot firmly in the “family-friendly” camp? You don’t wanna be too dark or irreverent or vulgar lest you upset that delicate balance. Go too infantile and you are going to alienate the adults who are supposed to make up your audience. I know I’m repeating myself, this is the most notable thing about Baby Blues: the balancing act. This episode is as instructive as anything else to illustrate that concept.

In this one: Wanda has father Darryl take baby Zoe with their neighbor so she can have a nice day painting pottery with the wife of the neighbor. I don’t remember his name, but he’s voiced by Bill Murray’s brother. I toyed with the idea of just calling him “not Bill Murray” but he’s also Brian Doyle-Murray’s brother and by that stripe he is also, perhaps more accurately, “Not Brian-Doyle Murray”. So I guess I’ll call him “Not Brian Doyle-Murray”.

Not Brian Doyle-Murray takes Darryl and Zoe to a Chuck E. Cheese style play place. Darryl is having a miserable time until Not Brian Doyle-Murray plies Darryl with smuggled-in booze and introduces him to the birthday lady, a sexy woman who, if it’s somebody’s birthday, comes out and sings a birthday song in a weirdly sexual way. Darryl nearly Rock-A-Fire Explodes in his khakis. Later Not Brian-Doyle Murray pressures Darryl into feigning that the outing was actually quite difficult and joyless in order to score good husband points with Wanda. This all leads to the inevitable sitcom style conclusion where Wanda winds up going with Darryl to the Chuck E. Cheese place and despite his best efforts to keep the birthday lady from coming out, is found out to be a woman-looker-atter.

I remember this episode most of all, because it sorta illustrates the problem with this show quite well, the balancing act thing I spoke of. You can feel the show trying to present somewhat edgy material while also pulling it’s punches. The premise here is ponderous: they have a sexy lady shake her ass at children but like... what if there’s no birthdays that day? Is she enslaved by the restaurant? Does she need me to rescue her?? It really doesn’t resemble any kind of real-world thing. The idea of an attractive woman entertaining children is fine, but she comes out looking like a freaking Juggy dance squad member. It’s an extremely weird premise and it makes little sense. She should be wearing a kid-friendly costume and be unintentionally sexy. This just seems too intentional for it to not be creepy. Also, the teenage boys there should be like, ecstatic to work there, right?

The other running joke of a certain significance is the parallel between the MacPhearsons and the Not Doyle-Murrays family. The children on the other side of the fence are borderline neglected due to their parents run-down apathy. They are like a cautionary tale for the MacPhearsons. They are also notably lower class than the MacPhearsons. In this episode the children are seen playing with a Bear Trap, and then they dig a hole and puncture a gas line. The bear trap ALMOST clamps down on one of the little ones, and the gas line is ignited by the mother’s cigarette only AFTER the children are corralled into the house. It’s not that I’m actually expecting South Park style violence on this show. I just see it as another way to illustrate the “almost edgy” ethos this show has.

This episode does exist in a weird time frame where notably absent is the actual birthday song “Happy Birthday”, which at this time was NOT pubic domain and considered to be owned by... wait. I thought Warner Bros. owned it? WEIRD. So maybe it was a creative decision to have her sing a sexualized birthday song. Actually you know what? It was just reflecting the time when restaurants actually would come up with their own birthday song in order to avoid paying ASCAP to sing “Happy Birthday”, so it would’ve been a tacky flex to just have them use the real birthday song. Anyway: another thing is there’s a scene where Rodney takes one of the guns from an arcade game and holds up the restaurant for actual cash. That actually would be considered edgy today. Hell, in 2000 when this actually aired this was somewhat touchy stuff as it was post Columbine. It makes me wonder if that scene aired on the WB or just Adult Swim. I don’t feel like googling it. I feel like being done. 

[thatiranianphantom]

we can sail away tonight

They elope six weeks after they get back together.

Crazy, to any reasonable person. Certainly, any rational human would see it as too fast. Not yet two months of being back together, and they're already making a lifelong commitment? Not wise, it would seem.

But the thing is, Jughead has made a lifelong commitment to Betty Cooper at five years old, when she made him feel a funny swooping sensation in his stomach.

Twenty years on, everything and nothing has changed.

And these last six weeks have been bliss. They've barely spent a moment apart, kissing and touching and making each other moan. Their students roll their eyes when they see Ms. Cooper and Mr. Jones together in the hallway. Being away from her feels like torture, even for those few hours of work.

It shines somewhat of a critical light on the last seven years. Looking at them now, they look dark and lonely, and he never wants to be dark and lonely again. He never wants to feel anything other than this, this feeling of flying, of elation.

So six weeks on, he asks her to marry him, and she doesn't hesitate, not for a moment.

"Yes, Juggie."

Thirty, forty, fifty years on, people will look at it as less crazy, more romantic. And neither of them regret it, not for a moment.

Elizabeth Cooper becomes Elizabeth Jones before anyone realizes they're gone. And when they come back to Riverdale, they stand hand in hand, and they endure whatever the world throws at them the way they were always meant to be.

Together.

[bughead-quotes]

“Veronica—”

“Let me finish, please,” she cuts him off gently, holding a finger up. “I'm telling you all this to preface what comes next.” At his nod, she sighs and continues. “I'm sure you can deduce that you were often a topic of conversation. It started with little things, like did you read Juggie's article? I thought it was so good , until eventually, one day, it turned into V, I think—I think I like Jughead as more than a friend . She– I think she told me how she felt about you long before you ever even suspected a thing. When you kissed her– god, Jug, you have no idea how overjoyed she was. As someone who had never really known what love could be like with parents like mine, I was shocked and– in all honesty, I was a little jealous too, when that happiness didn’t die down, but increased more and more every day. I don’t know what you were doing Jughead, but you– you’ve always known how to make my girl so happy.” Her voice cracks painfully on the last syllable.

“Sometimes we'd tell each other things without prompt, you know, we'd just blurt them out into the dark of my room in hushed whispers, even if we were the only ones there. She told me—.” Veronica breathes in deeply, and only then does Jughead notice he has been holding his own supply in for a while. “She was sure you were her soulmate, the one person who she could run into in any alternate universe and still fall in love with. In every universe or life, V, I am his and he is mine —that’s what she told me that night.”

— i see the way by @indiebughead (submitted by @cooperjones)

[lucivar]

the origin story of Jessica’s ‘don’t be a Betty’, in which it has nothing to do with prudishness and everything to do with Betty escalating their sex-capades to the point sad sack Jug can barely keep up.

Ahahahahah brilliant ask, love it, adore it, bow down to it. I have distilled the essence of Jughead’s meaning of the bizarre phrase (other than alternate timelines and MK Ultra mind-fuck) to be: “Don’t be a Betty [by building me up, buttercup, letting me down and messing me around].” Ooof, sad, sad, sad. Saddest of sacks. Precious little meow meow. Please allow me to elaborate on this sad little tale via the feral, horrific and extreme bastardisation of words of the perfect drunk emo poet: Edgar Allen Poe. (I apologise for this in advance :) )

Once upon a rough midnight funk, while Jughead pondered, weak and drunk,

Over a great bestseller shelf of so-called authors’ YA bore,

While he slow-slurred, nearly blacking, suddenly there came a tapping,

S’if golf club Bret’s head a-cracking, a-rapping at his bunker door.

“Quit it, rats! Stop your skittering!” he bitched, filling his glass encore.

“‘Tis only rats and nothing more.”

Jug was pulling an all-nighter, soaking into his typewriter,

And each new scrunch of parchment wrought its mocking ghost on those outlined

Eagerly he wished for his death;—to breathe her in for his last breath,

For in his prose he ceased to find—the girl for whom he lost his mind—

The rare and radiant psycho, Betty Cooper: a bitch enshrined

In his thoughts, so deep entwined.

And the roughened, rustling racket of his sole corduroy jacket,

Chilled him—filled him with arousing terrors never once felt before;

Now, to stop his heart from shrinking, he quelled in the act of drinking,

“Gentle Rat King leave me sinking; let me die here alone,” he swore,

“Pining for that woman who flung my wretched heart across the floor.”

“Betty: all I ever longed for.”

Deep in darkness barely coping, long he stood there wondering, hoping,

Fantasising, imagining, that which no man ever dared dream;

And from the silence - gryphon queen, serial blonde with killer gene,

O’ Betty Cooper? It was she! Ventured in through the sewer steam,

Golden ponytail was perfect! Her sparkling sea glass eyes did gleam,

And at him, sugared, did she beam,

“Jughead Jones, your touch I did miss, the hardness of your lusty kiss -”

And then, his lapels Betty gripped and locked herself onto his lips,

His best times were brought to the fore, fucking his love against the floor,

His hands were desperate for more, his body jolting with her hips,

Naked, hard, gasping and breathless, Jug stared at his clothes, torn in strips;

“Don’t fret, Juggie! I brought my whips.”

Despite dark Betty aesthetic, Jughead whined- somewhat pathetic,

His perfect woman, his life’s love - only here for vitamin D,

“But Betts, wait, stop!” he did implore, “You blew up bughead with C4!”

She scoffed at him, “A settled score?” Green eyes caressed him mockingly,

“Juggie, you’re wrong! I disagree; you disappeared long before me,

Just because you weren’t as kinky.”

Now poor baby Jug, he was shook, and shot Betty a wounded look,

“Betts, what? No!” His chest constricted; his mind embroiled in deep strife,

“That’s absurd! How could you think that? For you, I’d do it all,” he spat,

He gestured to the room of rats, scuttling, scarlet-eyed, fever-rife,

As if to show her his kingdom: Here, Betty, we can make a life-

And her smirk cut him like a knife.

“It’s not absurd,” she said, sharply, and her teeth reflected darkly.

He put a trembling hand to heart; bleeding, wounded, shot with a gun,

“You withdrew deep into your mind, leaving me so, so far behind.”

He choked, trapped in a coffin: blind, feeling his life’s work come undone.

“It’s upsetting,” she said, resigned. “Oh, we could have had so much fun.

Shall I list what we could have done?”

“With our friends I wished for orgies, or swingers parties if you please;

Bite me, fight me, or eat me out, slather my tits in buttercream;

Some nice voyeuristic pegging, you on your knees, gagged and begging;

Turn you into my rope bunny; share you with others - double-team;

Hurt you with flogs made of leather, and string Bret up for you to ream;

It could have been the perfect dream.”

With lethal hunger, Betty stood, and her disturbed smile gave him wood,

Her judgement cast as long shadows, her lips of pink- perfect with lust,

“We had it all, Jughead, you schmuck: Whips, dildos, paddles, crops and cuffs,

I wished for us a brutal fuck, but ‘round in circles, we discussed,

We talked. I fantasised. You wrote. You brushed me off, left me to rust,

This rabies death for you: it’s just.”

“Betty, no, we can start again. I promise that I will fuck you,

as hard and kinky as you want- we’ll do everything you just said.”

She paused in consideration, smiled s’if struck by inspiration,

and picked up a rock from the floor, and with a kiss, bashed in his head,

He thought it foreplay for their ‘ship, hoping her legs again would spread,

But she left him there. Alone. Dead.

He awoke to a cacophony of screeching beeps, his heart into his mouth it leaped,

“Hey,” a voice said above his crown, “You tapped out; you nearly died.”

And there she was: his Nancy Drew cross girl with a dragon tattoo,

He visualised her by his side, the Bonnie Parker to his Clyde,

And off his bender he came down, trying to mend his wounded pride,

“Betts, my love, is that you?” Jug cried.

“Um, what the fuck? Who is Betty?” screamed Jess, sounding super petty,

“I’ve been here this whole fucking time, and you think I’m some other bitch?”

“Whoops,” he said, an understatement, trying to hedge around his words,

“I just awoke from a coma, my brain’s not right - it’s bound to glitch.”

He lied to Jess through rattish teeth, keeping hidden she who bewitch’d,

Betty, his love, for her he’d switch.

Jess left him and he deserved it, still wishing that she was Betty,

He squashed his love into a box, where it choked out, dying and mourned,

Though Jug survived to tell the tale, Betts stole his heart like she did Yale,

Of his love, he wrote bughead fic, a YA novel he once scorned.

She never called him, so he drank, bitchy, and to those misinformed,

“Don’t be a Betty,” now he warned.

@riverdalepromptathon

[babysprouseisart]

A few words about the Riverdale and something else...

First of all, let's start with the Season 4's bloopers.

In all that Cole was perfectly fine, classy and professional.

He was a truly gentleman, was able to feel sorry and to correct himself and also to be sympathetic.

And this is nothing new as well as Lili's recent behavior, that has been lasting for some months or even more than a year.

The way Lili has acted by throwing that bag (???) towards Cole during filming, no matter what had been going between them at that time or that later (a bit too later) she came back to say a simple 'I'm sorry', was terrible and so unprofessional. And what is more terrible, that she was acting that way during the whole thing, during all the bloopers (so during the filming). She was too irritable and hot-tempered than in previous years. I guess it corresponds with the real life, shows what a mess it was to film for them together, especially the other half or end of the season and it became (honestly, nothing new for those of us who have been saying it all along) very clear who handled the hard times/break up better out of them two. If there are those who still praise Lili and hate Cole for NO reason, just look once more. And it will fit in the puzzle perfectly. I am not initiating any hate or trying to cancel anybody, I am just hoping that it will open some eyes even more and that some people/stans will be more sane.

That's just a digression, I know that many people have paid attention to this and I hope that this is the opinion of the majority.

Secondly, wanted to say a few words about the show itself.

It's been awhile since the last time when I watched all the episodes till the end and was truly interested. However, my interest went out as soon as the dirt, darkness and delirium began (that is after the 3rd or even 2nd season, as soon as they started making my boy, Juggie, abnormal/crazy) and the reluctance increased even more when the misunderstandings and all the speculations began in reality too. Anyways, I have been keeping in touch and watched it partly or some clips/scenes and etcetera and I have an idea of what is/has been happening. I think we all know what the fuck is going on in the show right now and what kind of nonsense it is, I'm not going to retell everything. I just want to highlight the topic that has already been discussed, about Jughead's voicemail, in connection with recent events. So, for a start, that voicemail is so freaking good as an acting. I enjoyed it. Really. Cole is so good in that, without a doubt and again, nothing new. I don't know if anybody has noticed, but turns out Jughead (Cole) was crying in it? Wow. This just makes it even better. The way Cole has transferred all the emotional condition of Jughead at that moment, all the pain and the anger is phenomenal. But what is really worth paying attention to, as many have pointed out, is that there is nothing terrible or very threatening there, everything that he says there is the simple words of the person who was betrayed, just the truth and facts. And the fact that he did it after (I am sure) there has been a long time (several years) since he was willing to do it more gently and personally, after every single time he was simply ignored, really fully justifies him, so it deserves a place to be and was a right decision. This is finally an appeal to a problem that should have been uncovered and solved a long time ago and not simply hushed up. This voicemail is a driving force for understanding what exactly was happening to the two of them absolutely in parallel all this time (though we already know). The way he was/is still suffering and she intentionally continued to behave like a freaking unmoral bitch continuing to have sex with Archie or have affairs, not paying any attention to him, not taking into account the fact that all her actions could lead to the shit that Jughead was/is still experiencing and that it was only getting worse, to his voice message, to the problem, being selfish, unbothered and still behaving as if she doesn't care and thinking that she is above everything. Adult and sane people don't act like that, and if as the teen she may have had some excuses (not really though), then while she is not a teen anymore there are not any. All several years, from the very first days, even before their separation, she was messing up with Jughead from time to time when she had recurrent, sudden floods of some love/feelings for Archie, her uncertainty, insecurity, while Jughead (despite some kisses with other girls, which was not even cheating and was either in revenge or he was lured and Betty knew about it unlike him when she committed shit) was loyal to her and loved her no matter what, because she was quite the only one with whom he was open and may have been himself. So, she fully deserved all these words, people deserved to be assured that Jughead is not the one who is a bad person - she is, and that she doesn't even deserve him after all. And now after all the shit he deserves someone more determined, stable person, loyal and loving. I don't really care if they will try to put them back together again, cause I don't really want it. All I maybe want is for them to figure out this problem, with the disclosure of each side, with the splash of every drop of their feelings, eye to eye, truthfully, and close it once and for all, staying just two acquaintances, no more.

So, in the end, fuck you Betty Cooper again, please leave Jughead alone an let him be happy with a better partner/lady.