I just think you should know that I think about @sweetsoundsofignorance’s kill your darlings every day.

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I just think you should know that I think about @sweetsoundsofignorance’s kill your darlings every day.

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When Jughead’s apartment needs renovation from black mould, he accepts the offer to move in with the two beefcakes, Archie and Reggie, and their enigmatic, absentee roommate, Betty.
Sleeping in her bed, wearing her clothes, reading her books, Jughead begins to wonder if Betty Cooper is who she seems.
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This story is for @sweetsoundsofignorance, who wrote one of my favourite bughead fics, kill your darlings and thus inspired this fic! Thank you so much for letting me write fan fic of your work for the @riverdalepromptathon, you are truly incredible <3
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It’s a dark fic, so please heed all the trigger warnings for violence and dubious consent.
read it on Ao3 here
This is a late submission for the Riverdale Promptathon, my bad, but I believe I warned in my author template that I have 0.5% self-control and have a tendency to turn things into multi-chapter stories. BUT. This is a combination of three excellent prompts from three lovely individuals:
@kesleyjo (won’t let me tag them 🤔) : my prompt is for kill your darlings! asking for a snapshot sometime in the future of the two picking out their next mark...
@satelliteinasupernova : Something that's been in my mind since reading kill your darlings is: what would it be like for Betty to bring Jughead home, not only with her father's suspicions about things, but also with how we've seen how Betty tends to mute herself at home.
anon: For prompts, In Kill Your Darlings, if you’d like to write Jug going down on Betty and then they fuck after he gets her off I would be into it. Could include more biting or maybe some knife play. Either would be hot.
I hope this isn’t cheating, but they all worked so well with one another! Thank you three for these intriguing prompts. I had so much fun with them! 🖤🖤🖤
chapter one: snakes didn’t even scare me
The expressions are identical but stem from vastly different mindsets. The cause, though, is clear, the one-hundred and sixty pounds of gamy hare standing on their welcome mat, electric blue eyes and lopsided grin. To her mother, a grungy nightmare at odds with her color scheme. To her father, a potential prison sentence.
“Jughead Jones,” he says, introducing an open hand into the threshold.
read the first chapter here!
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season 1 bughead: the softest couple, friends to lovers, yes they’re solving a murder on the side but they’re still soft
season 4 bughead: murder dreams, dark bughead, fantasized about killing their principal and one of their friends
Dark Betty x Dark Jughead
so... I ship Bughead but I also ship their dark version of the ship cause they’re also cute and compatible

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🌸. ‘ Betty’ ELIZABETH JANE COOPER X ‘JUGHEAD’ FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES ( PAST & PRESENT )
PAST : A witch, known to be the reason for the town’s loss of children & youth. For she craves the desire to be young and beautiful forevermore. Seeks out for the vampire circling around, hears stories of him, of the blood-sucking monster that lurks the night. Legend has it, he has murdered his headmaster. Comes to him with promises, for she a witch can offer him the world if he wants it. Only if he gives her YOUTH for eternity. Youth isn’t free, and the deal between them is made, but it’s she, he wants. To be his for eternity, to be his bride. She can almost feel the tightness of her flesh, her skin beautiful forever, blonde hair never to fade to white. A vampire and a witch, a story unknown, it’s a jest. Many would have never seen it coming, but oh, how the two will become quite a pair. To bring terror to their town, and to all of those above them. Even those of their own kind. Nobody is safe.
Can someone plz make a Dark Bughead edit with Demons by Imagine Dragons.
I'm begging.
campbughead day seventeen → horror
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Her lungs burned with the smell of char and bone, causing her stomach to rumble in ways she hadn’t expected. Her arms still trembled and the blood was still fresh and hot, dripping down her back. It darkened the dusty rose dress with stains that could never be forgotten.
Betty tripped in her haste to keep up with her sister, tumbling to ground.
Her knees hit hard, pale translucent wings that ached from their newness unable to react quick enough to keep her upright.
With dirt beneath her fingernails, she sat back on her heels and looked over her shoulder at the figure lying in the earth.
He was but a boy, covered in vines and moss, undergrowth wrapped around his pale ankles and wrists to keep him to the ground. Unconscious, but breathing. Pale, but with life thrumming violently in his veins like the sound of the drums in the distance.
She sniffed the air and hummed at the musky scent of iron and salt. He was a human.
Turning in place, Betty leaned over him, fingers hovering just above the line of his jaw. Her fingers shook and she could feel the sharp cut of her teeth against her lower lip as her mouth started to water.
His skin was smooth and it was unfortunate that she spread a line of dark earth across his cheek, maring his complexion.
He sighed softly at her touch and Betty sucked a breath in at the overwhelming desire that shot down her spine.
Turning her head over her shoulder, she watched as the rest of The Hunt disappeared within the depths of the forest, too dark for her eyesight to catch.
Her sister would notice her absence, but not at once. Perhaps she would be proud of Betty for finding such a prize.
“Would you like to come home with me?” she whispered, cupping the boy’s jaw in her hand.
There were two objectives to choose from: to kill or capture.
How could she kill something so beautiful?
Her wings fluttered instinctively and Betty smiled down at the boy as his eyes began to open. She placed her finger upon his lips, “Do you want to live?”
When his eyes opened fully, she was shocked by the brilliance of them. A deep grey that echoed the blue she knew to be of the sky.
His lips pursed under her finger and he struggled against the restraints the earth had made for him.
Betty could hear the quickened beat of his heart, his blood singing to her as loud as her own. It made her coo, her fingers moving to his temple.
“Yes.” Was his quiet answer, voice wary as he searched her face.
She wondered what he had been through prior to this meeting; how he ended up in the warpath, clothes ragged and devoid of strength.
“What is your name?” Betty asked, hand caressing the vines around his wrists until they released their hold and sunk back into the earth.
He hesitated, eyes flickering over her hands and toward her shoulders, then back again. His jaw clenched as he weighed the options at present.
“Jughead,” he breathed.
“You’re mine now, Jughead.” She grinned, the sharp points of her teeth making him flinch. “I’ll keep you safe.”