#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.

[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. 

[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.

[delicatebutdeadly-x]

SK Gene. - Drabble.

"You have no idea what I am capable of" is all she could think about. That very line that she threatened Cheryl with yet again. Betty stared at herself in the mirror. She was harboring a darkness inside of her and she often wondered why. After everything her family had been through, she started to wonder if she was just like her father, Hal. He did after all go on a town cleansing spree. There was no other way to really say it though, he was a killer. It pained her sometimes to come to terms with it but now that he was finally gone, she didn't feel anything. She didn't try to make sense of it anymore. She knew it was going to be with her for pretty much the rest of her life especially if never decides to leave Riverdale.

It wasn't until she opened up to Jughead that she started to feel somewhat better about having the same gene as her father. It was funny how she could tell herself day in and day out that she was never going to be like him, yet she never believed herself. Only when Juggy took the time and really let her know she was a wonderful person and was nothing like Hal that she started to see it in a different light. Truthfully speaking things were always better when she knew she had him in her corner. Part of her was so glad that her and Archie didn't really happen. Meeting and getting to know Jughead had been one of the best moments in her life. That wasn't something that she often admitted. Her life was always filled with some sort of issue. The biggest one to date was learning the truth about her genes and trying to accept it.

She took a deep breath as she pulled out her chair to her vanity and took a seat. "You will be fine; you don't have to act on it or even dwell on it" she said to herself as she gave herself a little pep talk. Although the thought did ring music to her ears when she thought of all of the bad things that could happen. How would she feel then? She wasn't sure. She didn't want to think about it then. All she could really do now was move past it all and try to continue to help those around her who needed her just as much as she needed them.

[girlsloveamystery]

Beauty and the beast is going to have dark themes but not between Juggie and Betty.

[zumpietoo]

Meanwhile...

A) Parfait the raccoon and the sad, shy tabby that looks like a bobcat and needs to let me love him both say “hi” from mah porch in the wee dark hours, this AM

B) Since it’s long seemed like potentially something happened, at some point (likely just a hook up) between Skeet and MM.....AND she’s long expressed wishing their characters had gotten together, I bring you this goofy fanfic/headcanon/fanwanking (and yeah, I know, I normally am annoyed by them, buuuutt....this is too much funn):

1) We have CheFP (MM’s ship name, BTW, for them) together in some AU, whatever

2) (even better!) Jug awakens from his coma dreem....not only is Tabi preggers with HIS baby, but there’s Pussy, turns out she isn’t quite as exclusively lezzie as indicated, preggers with yet another half sibling for Juggie....

3) And is now his step-mommy, with CheFP as endgame....

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[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.”

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

listen I’m not saying that an overpowered SI/OC in Riverdale would satisfy my needs, all I’m saying is that the gang having an overly protective, aggressively caring and loving, morally blue-orange Big Sibling would solve all of Riverdale’s problems

[sweggsy]

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

[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

[bloodsoakedfangs]

Dark!Jughead made an appearance.

I think when it came down to it, he wanted to fix his mistake. He kept asking his dad for a chance to make up for what he did.

"You've broke my heart, Jug." Paraphrasing.

He probably couldn't live with it.

He decided to take matters into his own hands, and he said Penny needed to "learn."

Bikers have been known to have tattoos cut or burned off of them when no longer part of the club.

Jughead is sculpting his identity as a "biker" which often tends to give them bad names.

But I think Jughead did it because he didn't think she followed any of the six laws.

I am really liking this storyline. Real life is often more brutal than some shows betray. It took a very "too real" turn.

It was bold writing, and I think Jughead is becoming somewhat desensitized. His dad in prison, people being shot, the Jason Blossom story, his dads entire involvement, then the Betty/Archie/Jughead break up, the Serpents, the Ghoulies, the Black Hood...

I think Jughead is slipping. His dad said:

"He's scrappy. A survivor. He'll make it. He needs his friends. He'll try to pull away. Try to disappear into himself.

He's got some darkness in him."

I think now we know it's true.

[wolviecore]

I don't write hate sex jugpea. Just not my jam.

Angry, possessive sex however...

Look. At the end of the day, Sweet Pea loves the Southside; With all its ugly and tough and murder of innocence, - he has pride in it. It's a rough place that breeds rough people and not everyone has the teeth or fists for it but HE does and he's proud.

A northside boy having his heart in his pocket doesn't change that.

But it's dangerous; Darkness chuckles and hisses and just waits for its next meal, wondering around cluelessly, ignorant to the fact they're about to be clawed and cut open and devoured whole.

So why, why the FUCK, did his innocent, sweet little thing of a boyfriend had to get his cute ass down there?

With his round glasses, pretty, thick lashed sky-blue eyes huge, and soft green sweater riding past his hands, and his handmade beanie hiding the fluffiest Disney prince hair, and his brilliant sunshine smile, chatting up his serpents at the White Wyrm?

Jughead is holding a cup of God knows what, - and Sweet Pea PROMISES, when he finds what idiot offered it to his tiny menace, they'll eat through a straw, - and he's looking around whilst chatting with some guys and girls, amongst them Toni and Fangs, the traitors.

He almost forgets the anger bubbling, - because Sweet Pea told him, begged him, to never ever step foot in the park without him or FP or literally anyone to watch his back because he'll get hurt and Sweet Pea gets sick at the thought of his precious boy being hurt, - when Juggie sees him and breaks in a bubbly smile.

" Pea! Pea I'm here! Ah, - sorry, sorry excuse me I have to, - that's my boyfriend! "

Poor boy. He probably didn't expect to be swarmed like that, probed and poked and teased like some kind of circus pet. Serpents aren't cruel, but they take delight in watching others squirm. Especially soft , red cheeked northsiders.

But it comes crushing back, hits him all at once, when some hand tugs Jughead back, - not at all disturbed by the ferocious scowl on Sweet Pea's face at all, - from coming to him and jumping in his arms where it's safe and he's protected.

He has a bad temper; He's been working on it ever since Alice communicated with no small glare that Jughead, her husband's son and Sweet Pea's king, does not do well with anger.

Ever since they started dating she's been looking for a reason to boot him, and Sweet Pea won't step wrong.

But tonight, he does.

Tonight he forgets all about Toni's breathing exercises and happy places (which, for him, has always been Jug behind him while riding on a road, piercing through the wind and in a place only they know)

And the fact that he's a 6'5 wall of muscle and strength and that's not fair entirely, and smashes his ring covered fist into that prick's face.

Sweet Pea is territorial; His heart is soft but his teeth are sharp and eager to mark who chose to be his. It's a handicap and a strength in one, with a scathing, petty jealous streak to match. But it's not about that, - not this time.

This fucker touched his boy without permission and he KNOWS Jughead doesn't take shit from anyone, but the poor boy is shy and endearingly anxious.

Not a coward, - Sweet Pea wouldn't take two looks at him if he was, prettiest human in the world or not, - but nervous and emotional and too quick to forgive intentional hurt. That's why he had Sweet Pea to handle it for him.

" SWEET PEA!"

" Shut the fuck up, " He seeths, arm hooked around Jughead’s knees, boosting the smaller boy on his shoulder and marching right out of there, consequences and calls for his name forgotten. " Why in the fuck are you here, Jughead?! I told I'd come pick you up in an hour!"

Normally, he's a bitch for Juggie's deer in the headlights, innocent blinking look; It's delicious and exciting and sends thrilling shivers of power down his spine, but now it just infurariates him. " But, - I missed you? I wanted to see you and surprise you, "

" Oh, you surprised me, - I'm actually, genuinely SHOCKED no one shanked you for your wallet yet; Or tried to get you drunk, or pestered you about favours to FP, or made you cry, - so YES, Jughead, you surprised me. Plenty."

That little pout. It'll destroy Sweet Pea one day, he's sure. " Don't talk to me like that! You know I don't like it! I just wanted to, - to come see you and meet your friends. Why are you being like this?"

" Because this is no place for you, - you're too, too YOU," He should've worded it better. Please, please understand me. You were made for soft, sweet, gentle things, and my world isn't like that. I can't stand to see you hurt. I love you. But he's not a man of words. Jughead handles that.

As soon as he sees the cut look in those pretty, jewel shiny irises, he knows he messed up; But his sunshine is a scrappy little thing. Sugary kisses and venomous anger.

" Oh. Oh, I understand. You're ashamed of me."

" That's not, - what? You're not making any goddam sense."

" I want to go home. Take me home, so I won't embarrass you in front of anyone, more than I already did, because that's what you think, right?!"

" Oh, don't be a brat, " His trailer has filmsy walls and Sweet Pea doesn't need the whole trailer park knowing their business. " And keep your voice down, I don't want anyone to,-"

" To know I'm here! I know, because, - I'm just your stupid boyfriend, who missed you like crazy because you were off the grid for 3 days doing, - doing who the hell knows what illegal stuff!"

" Hey, you knew I was a serpent; You knew that, when we made out at the drive in, remember that? You knew I was a serpent when you rode my dick on my motorcycle, -"

" Stop!" His boy is a blushing red mess, matching shades with that glossy cherry lip gloss that makes Sweet Pea want to kiss him until they're both blue in the face. Pushing at his huge frame, he seethes, he punches, dog tags around his neck jiggling. " Fucking, - I'm DONE."

Sweet Pea comes to a screeching halt, long fingers hooking around Jughead’s wrists, thin and delicate. " Say that again."

" I'm DONE. If my boyfriend doesn't want to see me I'll- I'll find one who WILL,- MMPH!" He makes the sweetest, prettiest little sound Sweet Pea's ever heard, a whine and a gasp and a moan behind his lips.

This kiss is agreesive; Teeth, tongue, growls and hissing from one side, whimpers and whines and submissive begging from the other.

Sweet Pea won't be such a sweetheart tonight, and Jughead only has himself to blame for that.

" Don't talk unless talked to," he commands, a breathless, angry, lust filled thing, big fingers screwed in Juggie's jaw, who's an uncomfortable shade of red right now, looking at him with adoring, faded, wet eyes.

" You fucking hear me? Unless it's to tell me stop, I don't want to hear shit. You talk after I pound those stupid ideas right out of your pretty little brain.

You wanted my attention? You got it, babe. You can have all the attention you want. Because you're mine.

You're all fucking mine."

[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.