#dark!jughead

It’s loosely based on a scene in a bathroom. Mirror shards aren’t my strong suit so I ended up substituting a knife instead. 

Also, the source of the blood isn’t shown, so it’s probably more like some imagined or missing scene where they’re cleaning up evidence as foreplay or something.

LUST AND INNOCENCE. 

Chapter 1. SPELLBIND.

“Hey blondie!” he spoke up, getting off of his motorbike, handing his helmet to Sweet Pea who was busy checking out the raven haired girl.

She turned around and saw him staring at her. It was not supposed to happen, her mind screamed at her. These guys were dangerous and she didn’t want any communication with them and someone from the gang calling her was a bad sign. She was out of breath and cursing V for what she did.

“Betty! Don’t answer..Run!” Veronica said and Kevin just stood there with the expressions of ‘WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!’  

“Me?” she foolishly asked and he nodded observing her like a hungry animal does before he attacks his prey.

“Don’t..don’t go there B!” Veronica screamed under her breath but she slowly walked a little closer but not too close to him because she couldn’t afford not listening to him. He looked dangerous.

“Do you even know what place this is blondie?!” he inquired watching her lose her breath and her little frame tensed trying to make up a web of lies in her innocent mind. 

“I-I’m sorry! me ‘n my friends were just walking and then we got lost” she made up the perfect lie or what she thought was perfect and her little mind was wheezing with happiness because this was the very first time Elizabeth Cooper lied.

He mischievously walked a little closer to her terrified frame and she backed away a little, fidgeting with her fingers. His smirk got bigger and her heart sank in her chest even more. Fangs, Toni and Sweet Pea gathered around Veronica and Kevin and they muggled up to each other in fear.

“What’s your name blondie?” he asked grabbing her fidgeting arm and felt her tensing up in his strong grasp.

“I-my-Elizabeth Cooper” she blurted as his stare was scaring her even more.

“Cooper-huh?” he smirked again. “You’re hot just like Cooper women usually are” he licked his lips looking at her face. “How come I never laid my eyes on you before princess?”

“I-I moved here s-some months ago!” she looked at the ground while completely loosing her mind.

I could easily spend 5+ additional hours on this, but I need to let this one go. Besides, this is absolutely not the last still I’m doing from this video. @duanmackenzie is queen for giving us this.

You know what,

I've been thinking. They want Jughead to go dark? Then make him go DARK.

I'm talking full on Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad style character arc.

Do it! Please. Explore this dark path. Let Jughead spiral into that kind of hellish self destruction. Beat him down until he has nothing left. Make him face the consequences. Let him suffer and fail and struggle and SURVIVE.

Let him realize that the people he loves can help him or they can hurt him, but in the end it is up to HIM. Betty can't save him. Archie can't save him. The Serpents can't save him. FP, his own father CANNOT save him. He has to take responsibility and save HIMSELF. Because in the end, we choose who we want to be. Only JUGHEAD can save Jughead.

Now that...THAT would be interesting.

I know the writer's have disappointed lately, but deep down I feel like they could pull that off.

So keep Jughead and Betty apart.

Don't pair Jughead up with ANYONE.

Let him go dark and then darker and then take him to brink of true evil until he hits rock bottom and breaks. Show him suffering the cosequences. Show him hurting people and having to put in the effort to make it right. Show him trying and sometimes failing to rebuild the bridges he's burnetd. Show him struggling to recover from what he's done and who he has become.

Take that boy TO HELL AND BACK.

And have him make the ultimate decision of who he, Jughead Jones, wants to be.

Because we CAN blame others up to a certain point. Sure, his parents treat him like shit. The town he lives in treats him like shit. From what we have seen, everybody who is supposed to take care of him has screwed him over time and time again. But at a certain point, Jughead is gonna have to realize it is up to HIM. HE needs to take control of HIS own life.

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.

TW: abuse, threats, dark! Jughead (if that counts)

Jughead’s eyes narrowed at the redhead in front of him. He’d walked in uninvited, already knowing where she would be. His blood boiled with rage. She had no fucking right to treat people the way she did. No fucking right at all. She acted as though she was the goddamn Queen of Riverdale when, in reality, her throne was made of nothing but deceit and lies.

“Penelope Blossom,” He said coldly, enjoying the momentary flash of surprise on her face before it settled back into its mask. His words hadn’t been practiced but he spoke with enough authority that they came across as though they’d been memorized. He knew what he wanted.

He’d desecrated the woman’s pillow before his first date with Cheryl. He’d spilled water into the pillowcase, letting it seep through the silk sheets and memory foam pillow. He stuck gum right underneath the pillow, too. It wasn’t much but it was all he had at the time.

Jughead went a little dark, blinded by his rage. He didn’t see red. No, he saw blue and purple bruises across the wrist of his lover, left by the redheaded devil across from him. He said his threats coldly, letting them hit her like a sheet of ice. She was to leave Cheryl alone. For this, at least. He knew his blackmail wouldn’t hold against the rest of her abuse. This was all on him.

“If you’d like to come here and attempt to berate me the way you do your daughter, go ahead,” he said easily, looking down at her. “Belittle me, insult me, leave bruises on me. But remember that I am stronger than you and no one would bat an eye if you choked to death right here in this room. No one. You’ve made a lot of enemies, Mrs. Blossom.” He made her name sound like an insult.

“I could make it look like a suicide and no one would give a shit. Not even your daughter, the only real thing you have left. Though I know you don’t care.” His eyes narrowed, calculating her reaction. He didn’t let her speak, cutting her off each time. “So heed my warning: do not punish her for this or I will come back. And it won’t just be water staining your sheets if I do.”