#FP Jones II x reader

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FP Jones x reader | 18+ SMUT

Summary: after saving your brothers ass from serpents, you get a pleasant surprise from FP

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation (f receiving), slight age gap (reader is 20, FP in his late 20's), outdoors sex

Author's note: it's my first time writing smut 🫣 so I apologise in advance (just in case) 😅 enjoy!

It was 31st October 1995, Halloween.

Your first Halloween as an adult.

Your father was a farmer known for his halloween corn mazes so it was obvious that you would help him prepare it for halloween. You would go inside and place various decorations, starting from jack-o'-lanters through scarecrows, finishing at bedsheet ghosts. That was a standard, but this year you also decided to hire your friends to dress up as monsters, hide in the corn and scare people. Of course you weren't an exception either. You dressed up as a blood thirsty nun that greeted children, teens and adults by the entrance, and later joined your friends inside the maze, while your father sold the tickets dressed as a murderous clown.

You found scaring people fun, especially the kids. But your enjoyment came to an end later that evening when you had to come back to the reception and replace your father for a while. That's when a scarecrow like creature came running in your direction. Though it didn't take you long to figure out it was your older brother Ben, who must have gotten himself in some shit again, followed by a couple of furious serpents.

You didn't say a word, just shook your head disapprovingly and shoved Ben into the maze. As you later found out, your brother angried the serpents by stealing from them, it wasn't a lot but you knew each gram of heroin was worth the anger. Ben quickly left but managed to shout you a short thanks and sorry.

Now you just had to deal with the serpents...

When they made their way to you, you would finally see who it actually was, and of course it couldn't be anyone esle than Forsythe Pendleton Jones II with his two sidekicks. In that moment you knew you'll have a hard job to do. You didn't know FP personally, but you heard a lot about him, mostly bad things, and you started to worry you wouldn't be able to handle them.

''What do you want here FP''

You stood in front of the gateway and looked the man up and down, just as he did to you.

''Move. Kid.''

He hissed, but you just furrowed your brows and crossed your arms. No one's gonna call you a kid, especially not that douchebag. You stood there in silence for a while, neither of you planning on moving, so you finally spoke up.

''I don't care what he did, but I'm sure you're not pleased with that. But instead of chasing him and trying to beat his ass maybe you should try to think of a way to prevent more situations like that, huh? ... Oh wait! You can't, you're too dumb''

You smiled at him sweetly after your short speech. FP curled his hands into fists angrily, a vein about to pop on his forehead. He had enough of the bratty girl so he just shoved her to the ground and run into the maze. The girl took too much of their time already.

After getting up from the ground and dusting yourself off, you looked at your watch wondering how much time it would take the three to come back. In fact it didn't take them a lot as just after few turns they were lost. Good thing one of them memorised the way, so they came back the same way they went it. You smirked triumphally seeing three slumped figures leave the maze, you knew well they wouldn't make it far.

At night you sneaked into Ben's room to retrieve the stolen goods, you couldn't let him take it after all.

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The next day was time to clean the maze and gather the corn. You and your best friend Ashley cleaned it from the early hours of the day and just by accident FP knew about it. In reality he met one of your friends he's seen you once with in the town and forced that information out of him. He came to the attraction early enough to already find you inside. The man sneaked in without Ashley noticing and found you quite qickly as you weren't far away.

''You already finished Ashley?''

You asked as you heard someone move behind you, but you couldn't care enought to turn around. Well... not until you heared his voice.

''It ain't her''

He said as he came closer to you. You gulped softly not expecting to see FP there.

''The attraction is closed, come back next year''

You huffed, trying to stay calm and not show the slight fear that boiled inside of you. Why you were so scared suddenly? Because you had nothing to defend yourself with and the look in his eyes made you feel uneasy. FP looked at you as a predator would look at his prey. He moved closer and closer until he had you squished in a corner.

''If the attracion is closed then why are you still here, sugar?''

The nickname made you feel sick, which you couldn't say about his cologne that weirdly calmed you down. FP put his hands on your hips and squeezed them gently.

''Not a lot of people stand up against me... Yet you...''

He licked his lips while looking down at you.

''You did it without a second thought just to defend your stupid brother. And you know what?... That turns me on''

FP didn't even give you a chance to say something before he smashed his lips on yours. You had to admit you were pleasantly surprised, which sounds weird considering the fact that you didn't even know him. But he was handsome... really handsome, and you always had a thing for him that you never admited out loud, even though he was older than you and it felt a little inappropriate. So when he kissed you, it just took you a few second to kiss him back, which surely satisfied and exctied the older man.

You pulled away when you felt breathless and looked down not wanting to make eye contact with FP, a dark blush appearing on your pale face.

„You've just kissed me as if your life depended on it and now you're all shy?"

The man mocked, his hand reaching up to capture your chin and lift it up so you would look back at him, a wicked smirk was painted on his face. It really suited him. Soon FP's hand wandered back to your hip to then grab your ass. You squeaked when he picked you up, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck. He put you down on hay bales stacked together then started his unholy ministrations on your neck, earning quiet moans from you every now and then. If that wasn't enough, one of his hands rubbed your thigh up and down, each time coming closer to your aching core, while the other creeped under your shirt, slowly making it's way to your breasts.

„Fp... „

You moaned out, your hands gripping his mucled arm and burgundy T-shirt. The man took it as a sing to proceed further, his hand slipped under your bra and started to massage your breast. Your palm slid down his clothed torso to meet his semi hard member and grip it gently. He groaned into your ear when you did that and bit it softly then captured your lips into another, more aggressive but still passionate kiss.

„God dammit sweetheart... „

FP couldn’t wait anymore, he unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down then did the same to your shorts and panties. You looked down, your mouth in slight agape. He was huge, at least he seemed like it, you didn’t think you'd be able to take him all but you were wrong. With one swift thrust he was balls deep inside of you. A juicy moan escaped your lips which made FP slam his hand on top of them.

„Shh... We don't want anyone to find out, do we?"

He whispered and tilted his head softly. You just nodded obediently and let him fuck you. His hips moved with an agonizing yet sweetly pleasuring pace. You never thought sex could be that good, and it wasn't your first time.

„Shit... Ya feel so good... „

He groaned out. His palm moved from your lips to your neck to grip it softly, your own hand quickly following it signaling your worry about the act.

„Don't worry... Don't wanna loose such great pussy so quickly... "

The man breathed out between grunts. You decided to trust him so you moved your hands to his cheeks to pull his face down for a kiss. In meanwhile FP started to circle his thumb on your clit, giving you even more pleasure and almost immediately making you reach your orgasm. He groaned dissatisfied into your lips and mumbled.

„Thought you'll last longer... Now you gotta gimmie another one sugar...”

He sped up his movement both on your clit and inside of you.

„I... I-I can't take it... Anymore... "

You've managed to say between moans, but it didn't seem to affect the man in any way, he just kept fucking you relentlessly.

„You on the pill? „

He asked suddenly when he felt the two of you were about to finish. You just nodded and soon another wave of pleasure hit you alongside the warmth of FP's seed spilling out inside of you. You both breathed heavily, neither of you going to say anything, just indulging in pleasure and silence. Soon FP pulled his member out of you, his semen slowly spilling out.

„Look at you...”

The man smirked triumphantly after tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants back up.

„Wouldn’t thought Ben's sister's pussy could be that good of a fuck”

You just rolled your eyes, you were kind of annoyed that you've let him fuck you but also really satisfied. You cleaned yourself with a tissue then put your underwear and shorts on.

"And I wanted to give you this back"

You said as you wiggled the bag of heroin in front of his face and shook your head with a smirk. FP smiled back at you and snatched the bag away to then hide it in the pocket of his jacket.

„When's next session? ”

You soon blurted out earning a little confused look from FP at first but his expression changed rather fast, as now he was smiling from ear to ear.

„I'll pick you up at 7. Now lemme help you get this maze cleaned”

After a some time, what seemed like a few quickies and fuck sessions turned into something more.

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Pairings: Fp Jones II x reader

Warning: 18+, Public Smut, Explicit sex, Explicit Language, Rough Oral, Spanking.

Summary: basically, youre pissing off FP Jones the serpent king just to get into bed with him.

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You walked up to Fp, he had just come back from an errand. You were in the woods with the serpents, drinking beer and just celebrating some stupid shit you didnt care about. You only cared about him right now, you wanted to run up to him and just kiss him. You've wanted to do that since forever really, but he always keep such a wall up and dissmisses you all the time. Your friends told you this yesterday, that he keeps looking at you longingly but looks away when you look over to him. They asked you if you were into him but you didnt know how to respond.

But you knew you felt this urge to just take his pants off and have your way with him. His smile, his hair and hands, the way he talked about importaint things to his fellow serpents. The way he kicked ass, and gosh he was just god damn frustratingly handsome. But now you were going to confront him if he had anything against you or something, cause really, why did he always look away like that?

your whole body was electrefied, just the thought of keeping him close to you and tasting his lips were making you think unclearly. "FP" you said bluntly, he looked over to you for a second as let out a shaky breath. "what" he simply asked, and then he leaned on a rock nearby as he crossed his hands and looked over to where everyone else was.

You walked closer to him, he inhaled and closed his eyes for a moment as he looked down and his chest blew up. "what?" he asked again as he exhaled a shaky breath.

"I want to talk to you about something that's been bugging me" you finally said. He still wouldn't look at you, but you walked closer up to him. "You never look me in he eye anymore, you're never alone with me for more than a couple of seconds" you stated and looked at him, studying him. His neck was so fucking distracting.

"whats the deal, FP?" He sighed and still refused to look at you but said, "nothing, I need to go" he said simply and were on his way to leave before you gently pushed him down on the rock again.

He looked at you confused "what are you doing?" he asked as if he couldnt tell where this conversation started. "why do you do this to me and only me?" you asked again and pushed him a little harder this time, he rised up and held his hands up in defense as he shaked his head "im not in the mood" you pushed him once more. "what's your deal, huh?" you chuckled "We used to not have any problems with getting along, for the sake of the serpents" you pushed him once more in his chest, this time a little harder. "but now you purposely ignore me" you pushed him once more, but this time he stopped you with his hands on your shoulders.

He slowly grabbed your hands and held them together. "stop that" he said, you managed to get your hands loose as you pushed him once more. "tell me the truth you sissy" you chuckled. This time you could see he started to get angry. "there you are!" you joked "can we talk for real now?" he shaked his head in frustration and tried to calm down, but then you pushed him once more. "Y/N, STOP" you froze as you could tell he really was angry now. "can you please just talk to me and not-"

he grabbed your head and leaned closer to you, "youre so god damn demanding" he shaked his head "I cant just talk to you just becuase you want me to" you looked at him, the frustration was building up inside you. "why the fuck not" you whispered. "I'm not sure I want you to know yet" he whispered back. You gave him a warning look, "fock you" you nearly shouted "stop" he said as he laid his hands on your chest, grabbing your jacket "fock you" he sneered "fock you" you said once more.

he pulled you close and leaned closer to your ear and breathed in your perfume as he grunted "no" he leaned his chin into yours "fuck me" you said and leaned back so you could see his face. "y/n, stop" he said "no" you whimpered.

You leaned closer so that your nose were perfectly placed right infront of the tip of his nose. He began panting slowly and deep. "you smell so god damn good, you hands on my body feels so right" you whispered. "stop" he whispered. "The things I want to do to you-" you bit your underlip. "the things I want you to do to me" you couldnt help but feel his chest tighting up and his hips moved closer to you, so you stood even closer together.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist, making him hug you. "I want you so bad" you said as you playfully licked his underlip. "I want to lick you more than just your underlip" he grabbed your waist and moved them tightly down to your ass. "I want you to tell me the truth" you said. "you know the truth" he simply said. "I want to hear it from you" you said and moved down to his neck and playfully licked him, kissed him softly on his gorgous neck and then you moved up to smell his hair.

He smelled so fucking good. He let out a sound that made your knees weak. "I-" he started and then he finally grabbed your ass hard which made you let out a moan. "want-" he pushed his hips hard into your core "you" he let out a sigh as he lifted up your ass playfully and smacked it. "more than you know" the words he was saying was making you slowly thrust into him "finally" you chuckled. "Everytime im alone with you, everytime I see you- I just wanna-" his voice broke as he thrusted into you. "then do it" you said and leaned closer to his mouth again. "Guide me into the woods and do me right here and right now"

He leaned back and let out a grunt, he took his free hand and combed it threw his hair as he took a look at you. "I have struggled so badly to not do this with you" he chuckled out in frustration. "do what?" you asked innocently as you took his hand, wanting to guide him to a place where you could finally just kiss the fuck out of him.

"y/n, you should be with somebody else" he said. "fuck no" you whispered and dragged him with you into the woods. You didn't stop until the chatter from the party started to tune out. You stopped and let go of his hand, he was standing right behind you. you slowly took of your jacket and let your hair fall over the shoulder.

You took off your top and turned around to throw it in his face. he grabbed it and layed it on a rock nearby, while not breaking the eyecontact. He took of his jacket as he gazed on your boobs making him hum. He threw his jacket and his shirt on the rock as he walked over to you and crashed his lips into yours.

One of his hands grabbed your boob, which made you moan and you let your hands grab his biceps. He licked your upper lip, grazed his lips unto yours as he kissed you deeply while inhaling. you grabbed one of your hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. You enjoyed tasting his lips, his tounge and then you did the one thing you’ve always wanted to do. You playfully bite his upperlip.

He smirked and grabbed your ass. Then he spanked you, he pushed down your skirt to the ground. You whimpered as a result as you kissed him while you couldnt wait for what he planed to do to you. He spanked you on your ass and turned you around, he bent down and took a bite on your asscheek. You leaned into a tree as you pushed your ass upwards, signaling him to do whatever he wanted.

He grunted and bit your ass once more, and then he guided your legs to stand more apart from each other. He spanked you lightly and moaned at the sight. He dragged down your panties slowly and moaned as he spread your asscheeks, revealing your core. He bent closer and kissed your core sloppy and licked your core with a flat tougne. This sent vibrations throughout your body like a heatwave.

You let out a moan. "shh" he chuckled. "fp" you moaned, the sensation of him tasting every inch of your core was making you let out all these sounds you couldnt hold back. He spanked you as a result "sh" he whispered as he licked you slowly from the begining of your core up to your ass, and bit you on your asscheek. "fp" you moaned, he spanked you once more "Im going to spank you everytime you make a sound" he warned with a smirk. He leaned twoards your core and took his long tounge and inserted it, you let out a moan and started to thrust yourself into him.

He playfully sucked on your lip. "I want you to cum on my tounge, love" he whispered. he turned you around sat down on the ground on his knees, as he took one leg at the time on each side of his shoulders, so your core were even closer to his mouth. your back was up against a big tree and he was pushing you upwords and held your hips so you wouldnt fall.

He put his tounge inside you once more. "fp" you moaned, the position you were in with him was making you moan uncontrolably. you couldnt hold back anymore. You began pushing yourself down on his long tounge. you grabbed his hair as you started to thrust yourself on his tounge. He pushed himself closer to your core sucking and licking at your lips, as he looked up on you. You grabbed one of your hands and pinched your nipple as you moaned.

He moaned while his tounge was still inside you, his voice sent vibrations throughout your clit. You began panting hard and deep, feeling the climax closing in. He roughly thrusted his tounge inside you as you let out all theese sounds which you couldnt hold back anymore. The sounds he was making with your core was driving you harder and harder twoards the climax. "FP!" you said again, and again as you hit climax riding out your high.

He let you down carefully as he had a look on his face you had never seen before. "I'm so horny for you right now, thats the hottest thing Ive ever seen, Never once have I imagine it to be like this" he whispered twoards your lips and kissed you deeply. He whispered "taste" he simply said, and then you kissed him deeply. You moaned and licked his tounge, then he grabbed your nipples and licked them, he playfully sucked on your left boob while moaning, which made you moan.

"I want you so bad" he shaked with excitement. He pulled back and opened up his buckle. you grabbed the skirt on the ground and sat your knees ontop of it for more comfort. you looked up at him "I wanna taste you so bad" you whimpered, he smirked and pulled down his pants and then his boxershorts. his long shaft bounced out and your gaze went straigt to his shaft. you whimpered as you grabbed his shaft and tried to consume his long shaft.

He moaned and his head fell backwords. his hips started to thrust sowly as you managed to bob your head. You licked his shaft from the end to the top. "y/n" he moaned and grabbed your hair into a ponytail.

You moaned as you put his shaft into your mouth until you felt his balls under your chin. Tears started to come down your cheek as you grabbed his bouncy ass. You guided him to thrust you slowly into your mouth as he moaned your name. "you feel so good, babe" he moaned. "Im going to cum if you keep this up and I havent even-" before he could finish he moaned and thrusted hard into you.

He pulled out and grabbed your hands, guiding you up. "I want you to cum on my dick" he whispered "I want to hold you while fucking your brains out" he moaned. He grabbed your legs and held you close up twoards the big tree. He began panting slowly as he put his shaft slowly inside you. "fp" you moaned and he tried his best to go slow to let you adjust to his size, but when you moaned once more he couldnt help himself. He thrusted himself into you and began finding a slow but hard rythum. "your sounds are driving me insane" he whispered into your ear as he kept thrusting inside you, you guided your hands on his shoulders to have something to hold on to.

he let out a sigh as he pulled you out slowly and then slowly inside you again. "y/n" he moaned and then he kept thrusting into you until you began to feel your breath become deep and hard, He found a slow rythum at first before he thrusted harder and harder, in a fast rythum. He kept up the pace until you climaxed. "youre so beautifull" he said, and then he grabbed your ass hard while thrusting hard into you like a maniac until he pulled out and guided his shaft twoards the ground and climaxed on the tree.

He let you down safely from his grip as he kept panting. "that was amazing" he said while still looking at you. "youre amazing, and I think I want to do this again" you said while closing in on where he stood "and again" you said as you smirked "and again" he agreed.

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Just Dinner

FP Jones x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2600 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jughead bringing Betty home to meet you and FP for the first time, which is a HUGE deal

(I didn’t include the actual dinner, but I would be open to giving it a shot in a sequel if you babes want to see it)

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What he’d suggested wasn’t that big of a deal, not really.

Young people frequently brought their partners to meet their parents, and after as long as they’d been seeing each other, you shouldn't’ have been shocked that Jughead wanted to take his turn.

He and Betty were getting pretty serious and it was only natural that he take the next step with her, in terms of introducing her to the two most important people in his life outside of his favorite fictional characters and the few close friends he had.

You and FP were going to love her and Jughead was confident that she’d love you too.

It was bound to be a perfect match, albeit strange, just like the two of them were in the first place.

“So, I was thinking maybe I could bring Betty back here for dinner after the dance, If that’s okay?” Jughead had hummed, his words reaching both you and his dad where you were in the kitchen as he passed.

He was heading out for school, and didn’t even bother to give you a second to respond. By the time you’d registered what he’d said, he was already gone.

Not that you were any less thrilled at what he’d asked.

It was finally happening.

Jughead was bringing a girl home.

It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, and in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t. 

He didn’t really ask you to do anything, or need anything from you. He just brought it up in casual conversation, like it was nothing.

He’d always been like that though, and whether or not he thought it was worth making a production for, you knew that it was.

You had heard so much about Betty from him, and you were actually going to meet her, and you physically couldn't have been more thrilled.

Of course, you didn’t want to make a scene over it, not at first. 

You knew that the bigger deal you made out of it, the more uncomfortable Jug would be but it was hard not to be excited. You felt like it was your duty as a stepmom to make it perfect.

After all, you and FP had never done this before, and neither had Jughead.

Not one of you had any idea what you were doing and you didn’t like that very much. 

It made you feel out of control, like anything could go wrong at any second, and that just wasn’t an option.

You needed this to be amazing.

Which, naturally, made you incredibly nervous.

Of all the things that you’d had to face living in this town, nothing had ever really struck you as much as what was going on tonight. 

As far as you were concerned, it was one of the most important things parents could do for their kids.

How were you not supposed to be anxious about that?

“Is the glassware too formal? We can’t just have dinner on paper plates” you asked, buzzing past FP on the couch with the aforementioned glassware in hand.

You just wanted everything to be perfect.

...but it was proving much more difficult to dress up the trailer than you’d anticipated.

No matter what you did, it still looked like two grown men lived here, and while that was normally no big deal, that wasn’t the atmosphere you were going for tonight.

Not that your darling husband seemed to care.

He was perfectly content to just let you rip your hair out like nothing was wrong, like this wasn’t the one thing parents were supposed to actually prepare for.

“I doubt the kids will care what we’re eating off of” FP allowed, taking another swig of his beer, thinking back to a few hours ago when he told you that this was just a casual thing and Jughead would love whatever you put together.

Nothing ever had to be as big of a deal as you made it.

He was sure that whoever Jughead brought through the door, she was going to be just as lovely and down to earth as you were. He hadn’t really raised his boy to care about things like paper plates, after all.

He certainly didn’t.

For your first date in high school, you and FP had eaten burgers and fries in the back of his dad’s pickup. 

He’d taken one hell of a beating after the old man found out about that, but it was worth it.

Even years later when you’d reconnected, he didn’t give his current way of life a second thought.

“But what if they do? This is a huge deal for Jug and I don’t want to be the one to mess it up” you kept on, peeking around the corner once again from the kitchen just to give him that look he already knew was coming.

He loved you, FP loved you more than everything in the world, but sometimes you really needed to take a chill pill.

Anything you did tonight would be far better than what dinner around here normally was. 

You’d set the table and everything, which beat out eating family still on the couch in front of the Tv.

It was going to be okay, as long as you just calmed down and realized what it was Jughead actually wanted. All he really wanted was for the two of you to sit down with his girlfriend for some dinner.

That was it, and FP had every confidence the pair of you could pull that off.

“Honey, everything is going to be just fine” he assured, the most earnest look in his eyes that you’d ever seen. Obviously, he believed what he was saying to be true and you wanted to.

More than anything, you wanted to believe him but you both knew that he couldn’t be completely sure of what he was saying either.

Betty wasn’t from this side of town and no matter what he said, you knew that there was a lot more riding on this than you wanted to admit.

It wasn’t just a parental duty, it was an image thing too.

You needed to do everything you could to prove to Betty that you weren’t just some Southside trash, like everyone may have believed.

That meant that there would be no paper plates and no serpent talk.

You needed to all be on your best behavior, even if it was a little out of your comfort zone.

“Would you please just help me with this? Please” you hummed, truly going for broke as you tried to get him to help you. You felt like you were juggling everything and failing at all the elements at once.

You just needed him to help you make sure everything was alright, then, maybe, you could relax, but not a minute before.  

“Sure thing, sugarbear” he groaned, standing up from the couch and joining you in the kitchen, though he wasn’t entirely there to just help you out.

You knew that as soon as you saw the look on his face. The wheels were definitely turning in that head of his.

“How about I trade ya, you finish this and I’ll figure out the plates” FP grinned, handing you his beer with a wink, clearly proud of himself as he took the stack of plates from you.

You were going to kick his ass.

Still, even being a sarcastic pain in your neck, you knew that FP would do everything he could to help you out. 

He might not have been the most refined of men, but he would always do everything in his ability to make life easier on you.

Even if he thought this was silly.

The truth was that even if FP was a little confused about why this was so important to you, it was endearing to know that his kid meant so much to you. 

Granted, he would sort of expect as much given how long you two had been married.

You had been in Jughead’s life for quite some time now and he wouldn’t have included you if he didn’t trust you to handle it.

He believed in you, and that was all that mattered.

Whatever tonight ended up being like, FP was confident that Jughead would be just as proud as he was.

After all, when Juggie asked this morning, he directed his attention toward you, likely well aware that his dad wasn’t going to realistically put as much into this as you would. 

FP did alright, but his idea of a notable family night would be ordering pizza.

That just wasn’t exactly what Jughead had in mind.

Not that he really would have wanted you to drive yourself crazy over all this either.

“There. Don’t you feel better?” FP joked, watching as you tipped the bottle back, polishing off what was left of his beer as you forced a deep breath from your lungs. 

Objectively, you knew that he was right and that no matter what you did, it would be perfect.

You just had to let yourself relax so that you could actually get this done.

Together.

After all, it was just dinner, it wasn’t the end of the world.

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“You’re sure this is enough?” you sighed, looking over the spread you’d managed to put together with your loving husband.

If you had it your way, it would have been a four-course meal with the best china and polished silverware, but you understood after a conversation with FP that would have been too much for such an extravagant display.

It would literally kill Jughead if he walked in here to find you two, dressed to the nines, sitting around a candlelit dinner.

He’d never get over that.

This would be much better, because it was subtle and casual, like dinner at home always was.

“Yes dear, it’s fine” he grinned, reaching out to take your hand in his own, which he used as leverage to pull you into his lap. 

A soft groan left his lips when your initial weight settled on his frame but you both blamed that on the fact that he was an old man.

You usually did.

In fact, at this point, that was sort of the running joke in your marriage every time something like that happened.

“You better hope so. The last thing I want is for our lousy dinner to ruin Jughead’s relationship” you grumbled, settling further into his hold as best you could. You just had so much nervous energy built up and you didn’t want to sit and wait.

They would be here any minute and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something you were missing.

Something that could be better.

Still, before you could absolutely drive yourself, and more importantly, FP out of your minds, the door rustled open with the sound of Jughead’s house key.

They were here.

Finally,

“It’s fine,” he repeated, giving you a gentle smile as you got up from his lap, tapping your ass gingerly as you moved. 

You both had no idea what was going on as of right now but there was one thing you did know, no matter what kind of job you’d done in here, they were coming in.

This was what it was.

“How’d it go?” FP spoke first, a gentle smile on his face as he thought over everything you’d manage to get done since they’d left. 

School dances had always been fun, at least, he thought they were.

After a certain point, he stopped going and started focusing more on the future he wanted for himself, or more accurately, the future he didn’t have any choice but to accept.

A future that never really included things like school dances or introducing pretty girls to his parents over dinner.

That wasn’t in the cards for him but thanks to you, it was for Jug.

“Alright. We had a good time” Juggie allowed, not shocking you with how quiet he was being, and always was. 

He never really had much to say but that didn’t make the things he did say any less impactful. He expressed himself in other ways, focusing more on the written word.

You were sure that while he didn’t have much to say to the two of you now, he was bound to write something up tonight about how wonderful Betty looked and how the music sucked.

It would be just as profound and full of teen angst as anything else he’d ever written and you’d love every word.

“My feet are killing me” came a second voice, the soft melodic tone of Betty Cooper, who followed Jughead closely into the door, without a second thought.

You were sure that this was a little strange for her, having never been here before or met either of you, but you were determined to make this as painless an exchange as you could, for everyone involved.

“Come on in, make yourself comfortable” you tried, doing your best to be as normal and natural as you usually would be with a gentle grin. 

You had no idea what you were doing, and really, it was sort of hard to hide it.

You weren’t like the mom’s on the North side that had breakfast together once a week and socialized through the high school like she was used to. 

The two of you were outsiders, southsiders to a T, and this kind of family dinner wasn’t something you knew how to do.

The closest you got to family dinner growing up was when your mom was working the bar at the Wyrm. 

Sometimes you’d drop by, play some pools with some of the older serpents and get a sandwich or something for dinner.

It was about as extensive as it got, but you had given yourself just about as much as you could with what you did know.

...and it wasn’t too bad.

You and FP had finished off a pretty nice looking roast, with a side of mashed potatoes and broccoli, all hot and ready on the dining table that you’d set as well as you knew how. 

All in all, it didn’t look too bad and you were sort of proud of how it turned out.

You just hoped it was good enough for Jughead.

“I hope this is okay. Your dad picked out the plates” you allowed, addressing your words to Jughead as Betty made herself at home on the couch, just as you’d instructed. 

Of the two of you, you assumed that she found FP less threatening.

He was far more like what she was used to in Jughead anyway.

There was a humor in your tone as you admired those stupid paper plates on the table, setting on top of the fine china in what he’d called a ‘happy compromise’

It looked ridiculous, but when it came down to it, you were so thrilled about the help that you didn’t even bother to argue with the man you loved.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“It’s great”

That was all Jughead had for you but considering who you were talking to and the history you two shared, you knew that you didn’t need a ton of words to understand that you’d done pretty well.

He liked it and from where you were sitting, that meant everything.

“I’m glad. Now, there’s a beautiful girl in the living room waiting for you” you grinned, heading that way with the young male in tow, ready to start the evening you had ahead of you.

It was bound to be a ton of fun.

[cacoetheswriting]

miscommunication - fp jones

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, biiig age gap (age of reader not specified but let’s say the reader legal),  Word Count: 865 Request: anonymous: “can i pls get a hc/fic where reader left her phone after staying over at his place bc she's rushing to school and he read her texts with her ex then when she came back to his trailer they had a huge fight bc fp was so jealous and thought she was cheating on him? he tried to call her to apologize but she didnt pick up then he went to her house when her parents arent home to apologize face to face? angst to fluff pls tysm”

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“You have got to be kidding me?” You breathed out in a heavy sigh. “You are being ridiculous.” 

“I saw the texts Y/N so don't even try to deny it.” The brooding man responded;  anger levels spiking with every spoken word. You were cheating on him. With your wiseass ex nonetheless. “Hey gorgeous. Thank you for last night, I really needed that.” FP recited one of the texts he read earlier on your phone from memory. 

“We studied you idiot!” You replied, throwing your hands up in the air. FP scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Sure you did.” “God, I can't believe we are having this conversation right now.” The blood in your veins began to boil to match the energy FP was radiating. Agitated, you ran your fingers through your hair - who would have thought that leaving your phone at his trailer, like you did so many times before, would lead to this. 

“Nothing is going on.” You stated placing your hands on your hips. 

“Than why were the texts so flirtatious?!” FP asked, clear sound of resentment in his voice. 

“Because that’s just how we are!” You screamed back catching him off guard, your arms fell back to your sides. “That’s how I am with everyone FP, just ask your own son.” 

It was clear that the older man didn't believe you. It came as no surprise to you since he always seemed threatened by your ex. As if he thought it was only a matter of time you would leave and get back together with that douchebag. 

“Seriously Y/N?! That’s your excuse!?” “It’s not a fucking excuse FP!” “It’s pathetic.” He gritted through his teeth. You blinked. Did he really just say that? 

“Honestly FP, fuck you. I’m so fucking done with you right now.” “Oh, you’re done with me?!” He jeered. “Yes! Because you are the one pulling accusations out of your ass and acting like a fucking child!” You yelled, glaring at the older man in front of you. “If anything I should be the one that’s angry! You went through my phone, my private messages! That’s so fucking high school of you, and you're supposed to be the mature one in this relationship!”

Hastily, you reached for your bag and threw it over your shoulder before turning to look at FP once again. “This isn't about the texts. This is about you not trusting me and I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me.”

You grabbed the phone that currently lay on the coffee table separating you and the older man and headed for the trailer door. You glanced at FP; secretly hoping he'd say something to make you stay. But he didn't. He wasn't even looking at you anymore. “Goodbye FP.”

About a week has passed since your big fight and hasty breakup with FP. He’s called you everyday, sometimes even a couple of times a day, but you never answered. He’s sent a dozen of apology messages and even had Jughead approach you with a request to at least consider what he had to say. 

You weren't interested. He had his chance to stop you that day and he didn't. In your eyes, it was a bit late for amendments. 

FP however wasn’t planning on giving up that easy. Yes, that day he didn't run after you like he probably should have but he was angry. The built up emotion clouded his judgement and he wasn't thinking straight. It wasn't until the next day that he realised what an idiot he’s been. 

He wanted you back. And he was going to do anything in his power to make sure that happened. Which is why he currently sat in his car, watching your house and waiting for your parents to leave so he could apologise in person. 

When the coast was clear, he scrambled out of the vehicle and approached your front door. He took a deep breath and knocked. You appeared moments later. Your first instinct was to slam the door in his face, so you did. FP knocked again.

“Y/N please.” You didn't answer. FP sighed; here goes nothing. “Look, I was a jerk. I should have never gone through your texts and then accuse you of cheating. It wasn’t right and I know that I probably blew whatever respect you had for me.” He paused. “I just wanted to apologise.”

There was a moment of silence. He heard you shuffling inside but you didn’t do or say anything. FP sighed. 

“I love you Y/N.” 

With that, he was about to walk away when the door swung open. You stood on the other side wide-eyed, your eyes glossy as if you were crying.

“You love me?” FP nodded which made you smile. “I love you too FP.” “You do?” “Of course I do.” 

He didn't say anything else. Neither of you did. Instead, FP leapt forward and wrapped his muscular arms around your waist lifting you up off the ground. He twirled you around once as you let out a soft giggle. You wrapped your legs around him, his hands now on your bum holding you up, before pressing your lips gently to his. 

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masterlist

[imagine-the-feels]

First Quarter

imagine being Archie’s older sister and being in a relationship with FP

request:  Hey hey :3 could you write a fp jones x reader where the reader is archies older sister and that shes a waitress at pops. And jughead notices that his dad is there almost everyday or something. Maybe some fluff too 😇

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is at least 25 though),

As the adopted Andrews Child, you were often forgotten. You came into the picture after Archie was  three and you were almost eleven, so most of their attention was on their younger child. You didn’t blame them—you couldn’t blame them. Yes they sometimes forgot to come to your choral concerts, your soccer games, your track meets—but they were busy and constantly tired so you learned to try and be as little of a hassle as possible. They already had their own set of problems, you were new and didn’t want to add on to it, so you never spoke up.

When Fred & Mary Andrews finally got divorced, the tendency to be on the sidelines only stuck.  

It hurt, so much, but there was no denying that they loved you. You couldn’t deny that love you felt when Archie called you almost every day because you were still very much his big sister, or the mini movie nights they’d force together for the month leading up to your birthday. They were every bit yours, you just had to stick out these emotions for a little longer.  

When you turned eighteen, you moved out of your Dad’s house to move to Greendale for a fresh start. You were literally on the edge of the two towns, maintaining a job in Pops so you could have an excuse to see everyone now and then. Being on your own is what allowed you to truly blossom, where everything you did finally became for you, and you finally built family relations with your brother and father that weren't the level of toxic that made you feel lesser.

You weren’t scheduled to work today at Pop’s, even though passing the Welcome to Riverdale!’ sign gave you a conditioned response of anxiety that you might be late to work. You rolled your eyes at yourself, quickly running through your schedule in your mind to make sure you really had the day off.

"Are you almost here yet?" Archie's voice asked excitedly over the speaker in your car, causing you to chuckle.

"Arch, I have to drop a quick package at Pop’s before I do anything else, I'll be there as soon as I can! I'll probably only miss the first quarter."

Archie sighed, the distant banging of metal in the varsity locker rooms rang in the background. "I'm just really excited for you to be back, this time for a little longer than usual---it feels like it's been forever."

"Archie we facetime like everyday."

"And we haven’t actually seen each other in like two weeks. All I want is a hug from my sister."

You paused, biting your lip in thought. "I know Arch, I know. And as soon as you score that winning touchdown during the fourth quarter, you’ll get a great big one. And, possibly—you ready for this?”

“Oh yea,” he laughed.

“A 5 star, gourmet, all expenses paid Pop’s dinner!”

“Ahh, that sounds delicious.”

“I know right?” You giggled with him, pulling into a familiar trailer park. “I’ll break out my secret menu for you.”

“And if I don’t score the winning touchdown in the fourth quarter?”

“Yikes Archie,” you clicked your tongue. “I’m sorry to say you’re going to have to find another sister. I don’t accept losers in this household!”

His laugh echoes through your car as you put it into park, looking up as the man your looking for stands casually in the doorway of his trailer.  

“You’re so mean to me,” Archie complained.  

“I wouldn’t be your sister if I wasn’t.”

“You’re right, you’re so right,” Archie conceded, before his coach called for him in the back. “I’ve got to go, I love you! Get here as soon as you can!”

“I got you Archibald,” you reassured. “Bye, love you!” You hang up quickly, turning off the car before leaping out.

FP barely catches you when you bound into his arms, laughing lowly at how tightly you hug him. “Woah,” he breathes. “Someone’s excited.” He pulls back briefly only to connect your lips in a quick kiss. “We saw each other less than three days ago.”

“I know,” you shrug. “But this is the first time we’re both officially in Riverdale, as a couple!”

“You keep track of the strangest things,” he laughs.

“You love me anyway.”

“Yea, I do,” he replies softly, and a moment of silence elapses over the both of you as you fall into each other’s eyes. His gaze is soft as they fall on you, filled with a love and fondness she didn’t know she was looking for. He’s mesmerizing, just as he was the first time you officially met him at Pops. Before you could dream any longer at the man that is wholly yours, he tugs you into the trailer. “How long do we have?”

You smirk. “How long is a football quarter?”

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You speed walked as fast as you could into the bleachers behind the Riverdale High Football Team, finding your way to you dad who’s sitting beside Jughead. They both smile at you, greeting you with large hugs before you settle between them. The second quarter is only halfway through, so you make both boys promise to tell Archie that you were there for all of it.  

You fix your close nonchalantly, fixing the scarf around your neck to cover the hickies that littered the skin. Jughead smirks at you, and you nudge him roughly with your elbow while he laughs.

The quarter is over quickly, and after performing for halftime, Veronica and Betty find their way over to your little trio. The conversation is amicable for most of it, before you catch a snippet of Betty & Jughead’s conversation.

“Jughead, isn’t that your dad?” Betty asks, and all of you look to the end of the bleachers where he stands against a pole.

“Yea,” he replies, suspicion laced in his voice. “I actually haven’t seen him that much lately; he’s been out and about a lot. I heard he’s at Pop’s like every day.”

“Ooh,” Veronica teases. “Do you think he’s meeting someone there?”

“I think I would know if my Dad’s fallen in love,” Jughead says.  

“I don’t know J,” your Dad interrupts. “Your dad can be a very private person—especially when it comes to his love life. And this is coming from the person who taught him everything he knows.”

As they continue, you catch the eye of FP down below. He flashes you a smirk, tucking his hands into his leather jacket pockets. You bite your lip, winking at him in greeting, before the football team goes back on the field.

His eyes tell you you’re going to meet up again...very soon.

[sprinklesandsugarcubes]

“Honestly, doll. There’s no way this ends any way but fucking bloody.”

Riverdale/The Walking Dead(Mafia!AU)

FP Jones x Cooper!OFC x Negan

This was a blurb that has become an idea after the fantastic agreement with @americanhorrorstudies that having both FP and Negan would be so much better. And that Mafia Boss!Negan is absolutely delectable.

[wintrcaptn]

Imagine dating FP Jones

This wasn’t requested but Idc. Im in deep.

[namjohfam19-blog]

Um excuse me!?

Skeet just posted this:

and i seriously want to just fuck cuddle him ughghgh. not fair man, not fair.

[sincerelysaraahh]

Cave In Part Seven

FP x Reader

Summary : You and Polly have been best friends almost all your life. Today you graduated from high school, and she, along with the group decided to celebarate with you at Pops. But you run into someone there who you have a secret past with.

(Reader is 18.)

Song : Latch by Sam Smith

Warning : language?

A/N: if you want to be tagged in the future parts, please send me an ask!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Every part of you yearned for his touch. Wishing you could feel him pressed against you. His lips molded into yours.

But you sat still, as he drove away from the bonfire.

His eyes lingered on you from time to time, as a smile played on his thin lips. For once, in a long time, FP was actually happy.

There was no drama, no lies, no secrets. It was honest and pure, something he thought he’d never find since he felt like he didn’t deserve someone like you.

He slipped his hand into yours, and pulled it up to his mouth. Pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

It made your stomach flutter.

Everything felt surreal. The man you were secretly in love with, felt the same way for you. It was like a fairytale from a book.

The truck came to a stop, and once you glanced around through the windows, you realized he had taken you home.

He turned his body toward you, his eyes gazing into yours.

“I thought we were going to your place?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

FP shook his head, looking as if he were trying to figure out what to say.

“Here’s the thing—“ He said, his thumb running circles on your palm. “I don’t want to rush into this.”

Suddenly, you were more confused than before. Sitting up in the passenger seat, with your eyes locked with his.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

He took in a deep breath.

“I screw things up. I make stupid decisions, say the wrong things, act like an ass, and I fuck up. I am constantly rushing into shit that I don’t ever stop to think about what the hell im doing.” He said.

You were quiet in your seat. Listening to every word that fell from his lips, captivated by it all.

“And the last thing I want to do is screw this up.” He motioned between you. “If I lost you, I’d lose my mind.”

This was all new to you. Hearing those words from the guy who usually has his guard up, the guy that was leader of the Serpents. It was crazy to know that he had this side of him.

You didn’t say anything, but you scooted closer until your bodies were touching.

Everything felt right in that very moment. As if nothing could ever go wrong again.

Your hands cupped the back of his neck, gazing deeply into his eyes and flashed a soft smile.

“You won’t lose me.” And with that, you slowly pressed your lips to his.

The taste of you, made you both pull each other in. Craving and yearning for more. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

But you refrained and pulled away before you couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

“Sorry—“ he breathed out, his eyes still shut. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

You let out a chuckle, and nodded.

“How about you take me out.” You said.

FP met your gaze his lips curving by the second.

“Take you out? Like a date?”

“Yea, like a date.” You said. “What, is FP Jones too cool for dates or something?”

He dramatically rolled his eyes, and climbed out of his truck. Wishing an instant, he was at your side and opened the door.

“Come on.” He nodded his head. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

You took his hand and slid out of the truck. But even after he helped you, his hand was still holding yours. Creating your stomach to flutter.

Though the walk wasn’t too long.

You made your into the house, with the door still opened. FP leaned against the gate with his gaze never leaving you.

Slowly, you turned to face him.

“Are you sure you want this?” You asked, nervous of what his reaction might be. “I just don’t want to go through everything again.”

He flashed a soft smirk, and shook his head. “Not a doubt in my mind.” He said. “Trust me babe, I want this more than anything.”

And with that, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Good. Because I do too.” You smiled.

“Don’t make any plans tomorrow night, okay?”

You furrowed your brows, and tilted your head to the side. “Why?”

FP took a step back from the gate, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Because I’m taking you out on a date, that’s why.”

Your eyes widened and without realizing, you squealed.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head before whispering good night and walking back to his truck.

You were both so lost in each other, you didn’t realize someone across the street. Watching you with such disbelief and anger, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

But as FP drove away, it was like his feet had a mind of its own. And before he knew it, he was at your door.

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Part 8 (coming soon)

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[laraiswriting]

Deep Impact (FP Jones x reader)

Hey guys! This is my first time writing anything in english and I'm very nervous on posting it. This isn't my first language, so please don't be harsh on any mistakes. I'm trying my best. Also, it's the first time ever I've written smut. I hope you enjoy and love a certain serpent as much as I do :)

Summary: A one shot about seeing a certain serpent for the first time. FP gets out of jail and his first stop is the Wythe Worm where he meets a mysterious and cheeky woman who knows exactly what she wants.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid-twenties), cursing, smut

Words: 2257

This was the fourth weekend in a row where you were going to the Wythe Worm to drown your sorrows in alcohol. A lot alcohol. Beeing the oldest kid in a family, where image and prestige is everything, was never easy for you. You've been put through a lot of responsibilities and pressure from your parents and grandparents. And after you graduated school, they wanted you to go to an Ivy League College. Becoming a lawyer like your dad and your granddad...

It never counted that you wanted something else for your life. You had no choice at all. So you struggled and stumbled your way through University. But no grade or achievement had ever been enough. You had to be better, smarter, more powerful.

Every time you couldn't stand all of this anymore you turned to alcohol. Driving an hour or two to a bar where nobody knows you, sleeping in a hotel and covering the trip as 'learningtime in an inspirational new surrounding'. Surprisingly, your family bought this lie every time.

You discovered this bar full of -mostly- guys who are smoking and/or drinking and wrapped in heavy leather jackets, a month ago and decided to come back. You've always had a weakness for the 'bad guys'. Biker... Rocker... So you liked this view a lot. But you never did anything else than watching and observing. None of the men ever caught your attention. But this night promised to be different.

You sat on your typical seat at the wall and sipped on your drink when the door opened and a man you had never seen here before, walked in. And what a man he was. Tall, dark, handsome with big brown eyes, brown hair and a stubble on his face.

He was greeted with cheers and you thought you heard some 'welcome back's', too. This night was just getting interesting. Excitingly, you slipped from your stool and followed the man into the crowd.

When you were next to him you 'accidentily' stumbled against him. "Oh... I'm so sorry. Hey... stranger. I haven't seen you in here before", you started the conversation. His gaze went from your [e/c] eyes to your lips and all over your body. Which sent a shiver down your spine. You were dressed all in black and he seemed to like what he is seeing. "Same goes for you, gorgeous", he said in a low tone. "Well, I've been here for the last few weekends but I could definitely remember if I had seen you around, handsome." You winked at him. He chuckled when he heard your nickname for him and smiled down at you. "So, what about I get you another drink and you tell me, why you would've remembered me?", he asked you in a dark voice.

Saying that, the two of you went back to the bar. As you recieved your drink, you glanced over to the billiard table. "You play?", you asked, nodding to the table. "Sure. This is my bar. Of course I'm good at it." "Hmpf.", you scoffed. "Prove it."

You walked towards the table, hips and butt swinging, knowing, that he was looking. "So, what is your wager?", you asked the man whose name you still didn't know. "If I win, I want to know the most questionable thing you have ever done." His eyes went even darker and you let out a small breath. "Alright. And if I win, I want you to give me something I've never had before. Whatever it turns out to be." You looked up to him with innocent eyes, but he got the hint. "Let the game begin, sweetheart." "My name is [y/n] by the way. But I don't mind you calling me nicknames instead." You winked at him. "Pretty name for a pretty lady. I'm FP", he simply stated. "FP, huh? What's that short for?" "I'll tell you eventually if you win. So, ladys first.", he pointed at you.

You went over to the white ball, bent over and wigged a bit with your butt. "Reason one", you referred to your previous conversation. "I would remember someone paying for my drinks." FP scoffed. "Please. Don't tell me that none of my boys would've wanted to pay for your drinks.""Right. I didn't want them to. You know, I don't like everyone.", you said whilst your first two balls disappeared in wholes. "I think I need more reasons. Doesn't seem valid enough.", FP chuckled.

You smiled and surrounded the table until you stood next to him. "Reason two: I would remember your scent." "Now, this sounds more like the things I thought of.", whispered FP in your ear. You missed the white ball. "Hey!", you exclaimed. "Can't win without a little cheating, huh?" "Well, every game needs to be exciting and unpredictable, don't you think, doll?"

Little did he know, that you were leading billiard champion at your fraternity. Twenty minutes later you sank the black ball into the whole you wanted, hands in the air and shouting "HA!".

"I'm a good loser, so I'm paying my debt.", FP came closer to you as you jumed on top of the table to be on the same eye level with him. "What could I possibly give you what you've never had before", mumbled he as he stands between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. You sighed. "Done that before, FP. Don't waste my time." "Brave, little one. Brave. But be careful. You're playing with the devil." He intensified his grip on your thighs and closed the gap between you two. You immediately crashed your lips into his. This is what you were craving for the whole evening. No, the last few weeks. You needed a man. And FP definitely could give you what you needed.

Your hands went around his neck and you pulled his hair to get closer to him. He groaned against your mouth. This was almost enough to let you moan yourself. Suddenly, he lifted you up, hands around your ass, and started stumbling somewhere. You didn't ask any questions. Actually, you didn't care where you were going with him as long as the two of you would be alone. "This game just started to get exciting", you whispered in his ear while taking his earlobe between your teeth. FP's reaction was, that the stumbling fastened and you realized that you were going upstairs.

You didn't have sex in a bar or some kind of backroom before, but you didn't consider to tell him yet. Not even a second. You were beyond excited when FP opened a door and shut it right behind you. FP laid you down on a couch and hovered over you. He then started to kiss a trail from the corner of your lips to your neck. Little, too little tiny kisses. This started to kill you. You wanted him.

"FP... Come on. Why are you so soft?", you whined. "You're so impatient, love." After a few more soft kisses, he suddenly sinked his teeth into your flesh. Hard. "Oh god...", you cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, arching your back. FP continued to suck on your neck, searching for your soft spot. Leaving bite and love marks and earning a flow of curses and moans from you. You dugged your fingers into the couch. Your other hand clasped into FP's hair to intensify the feeling. By the time he travelled with his one hand down your body, squeezing your breast, you were liquid under his hands.

You never felt this turned on by just neck kissing and little touching. He knew what he was doing, that was for sure. You tucked his shirt and took it over his head. When he raised his head, you could barely see his pupils anymore. His eyes were clouded with lust. And you were pretty sure, you looked the same.

He began to kiss a trail down between your breasts, to your stomach and til the beginning of your trousers. He took off your shirt and bra and started to roll your one nipple between his fingers while his tounge massaged your other nipple. You whimpered. "God, FP... fuck... do you want to kill me?" "I'm just paying my debt.", he said while breathing heavy himself.

You couldn't wait any longer. FP was such a tease. You sat up and started to unbuckle his jeans. "Stand up and take them off. Boxers, too.", you commanded. Amused and a bit surprised by your cockiness, he obeyed. You licked your lips at the view of a nacked FP. He not only kissed like a god, he looked like one, too.

You kneeled down on the floor right in front of his hard member and started stroking it. You bit your lip and looked up at FP. He was breathing hard, eyes closed and mouth opened a bit. You licked the tip of his cock and slowly closing your mouth around him. FP moaned by your touch and that gave you an extra boost of confidence. You moved your head back and forth, taking him deeper with every thrust. You felt how soaked you were and how annoying your remaining clothes felt on you. With one last thrust you let go of FP. Standing up, you impatiently got rid of your trousers. Knowing that FP was watching, you turned around and taking your panties off slowly, showing him your ass.

FP gripped your waist from behind and you could feel his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered. "Please, tell me you have condoms somewhere near.", you moaned. "Of course, baby. But we don't need them yet.", he teased. Again. You groaned. "FP... I... oh yes... oh god..." He had started to draw circles at your clit with his fingers. His mouth found its place on your neck again and with this mix of feelings and emotions you couldn't think clear anymore.

He pushed you lightly towards the couch until your feet touched it. Still with your back towards him, he comanded you to kneel down on the couch. You did as he told. You heard him going away and a ripping sound followed. You closed your eyes in excitment of what was next to come. You felt your juice running down your legs. You needed him so bad. And you didn't wanted it to be gentle. Not tonight.

All of a sudden, FP slipped two fingers inside you and groaned. "Baby... you're so wet. And so tight. This is so...", he couldn't control himself anymore. He fingered you for some time but soon replaced them with the tip of his erected member at your entrance. "No need to be gentle, handsome. I can handle it.", you encouraged him. A split second later, he entered you with one hard thrust. You could feel this mix of pain and pleasure again and started moaning again. He pounded even harder and picked up his pace. "FP... harder... Please, fuck me.", you whined.

His hands were on your hips to hold you steady while he fucked you from behind. This was definitely the best sex you had yet. And you hadn't cum yet. But you slowly felt this familiar feeling inside your stomach. And as FP, always knowing what you needed, started to rub your clit again, you couldn't stand it anymore. Your moanings got even louder and FP felt your walls tighten around him. "Oh baby girl, this is so good. You're so hot. Come, tell me how you like it.", he growled. With his name on your lips, you exploded around him. You could swear you were seeing stars. Your whole body was shaking. This orgasm was intense.

With one more thrust, FP came close behind you. As you both rode out your orgasms and tried to catch your breaths, you felt yourself relax. Something inside you got fixed. You didn't feel the anger anymore. The pressure. The strain.

FP pulled out and the both of you collapsed on the couch. He opened his arms and you cuddled, head on his chest. "Reason three", you laughed "I could remember such incredible sex." He placed a kiss on your hair. "I hope, I could give you, what you asked for. Otherwise... you have to come back.", he stated. You gave him a light kiss on the lips and sighed. "I have to go now. I have to drive back early in the morning." You both got dressed and as you walked down the stairs you suddenly felt like something was sitting on your chest.

You didn't want to leave.

FP escorted you to your cab and pulled you in for one last kiss. With his hands around your waist, leaving no space between you, and your hands in his hair, the kiss was intense but soft and gentle. "Goodbye, little one." "Goodbye, dark one." FP chuckled at this new nickname. "I'll be back next weekend.", you said while entering the cab. "I'll be here. See you." As the cab pulled of you looked behind and you saw FP looking back at you. You let out a deep sigh. What have you gotten yourself into?

[oscars-wifeyyy]

History - FP Jones x Reader

This is my first imagines ever so forgive me for being bad

Story: (Y/N) was FP’s best friend, but Gladys comes in the picture and they fade until years later, Gladys leaves him and FP sees you in the Whyte Wyrm

A/N: EVERYONE IS AROUND 29 IN THIS IMAGINE

(Y/N) walked into the Pop’s, plopping down in a booth to order some milk shakes while waiting for her best friends, Fred Andrews, Forsythe Pendleton II. The three were inseparable until Gladys came in the picture in high school, resulting to (Y/N) hanging out with Fred Andrews more. Fred, Mary, and you were in Pop’s and Fred had his arm around Mary while (Y/N) sat across them, causing her to blush when she saw them kiss because she never had a boyfriend, let alone a kiss. Fred noticed and smirked, knowing you never had a person do that with you. All three of you ordered milkshakes and fries and when you guys were finished and started fishing out the money needed to buy your stuff, Fred held his hand over yours, forcing you to put back your money.

“I got this, sweetheart,” Fred winked at you.

“No. I ordered my part and I am going to pay for my part.” You huffed, crossing your arms.

Fred quickly took the check and Fred’s money and ran to Pop’s while you ran after him to get back the check to add your part with Mary laughing at you two, but you ran into a hard chest, apologizing profusely. You looked up only to see the long lost best friend with his girlfriend that was very pregnant.A flash of hurt came across because you have a huge crush on the Jones man, but quite obviously he had feelings for a different girl that is not you. Oh, but how wrong you were because FP did have feelings for you, but he had gotten super drunk and sloppily had sex with another girl who was also drunk.

Fred started walking to the three with his arm around Mary, laughing, not noticing FP and Gladys. When the couple stopped next to you they noticed Gladys with a belly and immediately stopped laughing, turning to (Y/N) to see tears pooling in her eyes. Gladys saw and looked at the girl in regret and guilt swam in her eyes as everyone in Riverdale High knew that you had the biggest crush on FP except FP himself.

You were the nicest girl in Riverdale and no one wanted to upset you or get you mad, but at this moment you were just upset and sad. FP smiled at you, happy to see your face, but immediately frowned when you looked at him to the baby bump to show a fake smile with tears in your eyes.

“Congrats.” With that you walked away.

Fred and Mary followed after Fred sighed and slapped FP’s shoulder a couple of times before giving him a sad smile. FP turned to Gladys.

“What was that about?” FP looked confused and hurt because you only spoke one word before leaving,

“Are you dumb?” Gladys looked at FP, “ that girl is so unbelievably in love with you! I can’t believe I hurt one of the nicest person in Riverdale ever because of one drunken mistake.”

Gladys shook her head and walked out to attempt to get the girl to forgive her for the drunken mistake. FP stood in the middle of Pop’s shocked to hear the news that you had liked him until he shook his head and ran after you until he heard tires screeching to see that you were hit by a car and Gladys was crying on the floor with bloodied knees. He sprinted to you and saw that you were unconscious.

“No! Baby, please, stay with me! I need you. I’m sorry!” FP had tears in his eyes as well as Fred, Mary, and Gladys.

The driver quickly got out and saw who he had hit and immediately started freaking out. Apologizing rapidly and called the ambulance, waiting for them to get you and fix those wounds up.

After a couple hours in the hospital, you finally woke up and made a decision after remembering everything that happened before the accident. You were going to move. You didn’t know where, but  you were going to move. Everyone came rushing in to see you with tears in your eyes, instantly becoming worried about you.

“Guys, I’m sorry, but I have to move out of this god forsaken town. I can’t take this.” You sobbed.

FP rushed to you to try and comfort you, but you pulled away. Getting out of bed to put on some extra clothes Fred got from your place.

“I’m not selling my house because I know I’m going to come back and I don’t know when, but I know I am.”

With that you had left somewhere that no one knew and FP and Gladys decided to stay together for the babies eventually getting another one. 

[pretty-restless-insomniac]

MASTERLIST

Posted: 2/22/2019

Updated: 12/09/2023

RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

~One Shots~

 Color Me Drunk  (W.C. 2,340) (P.D. 4/24/2018)  Completed/Angst

Serpent men have the biggest egos... especially yours

 Hold You Tight  (W.C. 576) (P.D. 5/28/2018)  Completed/Slight Smut

He can practically hear the sighs and moans you make as he worships your body

 Just Tonight  (W.C. 4,642) (P.D. 5/23/2018)  Completed/Fluff

But when your lips touched his cheek, he not only knew that you are his now, but even more so... he is yours

 Too Close For Comfort  (WC. 2,893) (P.D.7/16/2018)  Completed/Angst

It wasn’t Fangs who was with Sweet Pea the night Archie Andrews pulled his gun out

I’m Not Her (WC.1,232) (P.D. 6/30/2019) Completed/Angst

“You’re in love with her.”   “Tell me I’m wrong,” you nearly begged.

Say Something (WC.1,842) (P.D.7/10/2019) Completed/Angst

Sweet Pea never thought he would be so f***ing ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

Sequel to “I’m Not Her”

Tear Me To Pieces (WC.1,738) (P.D. 8/20/2019) Completed/Angst

"You couldn't just stay away, could you?" Pea's eyes shine with unshed tears and bites his lip shaking his head. You can't stand it any longer. 

Part Three of “I’m Not Her” and “Say Something

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Bughead (Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones)

~One Shots~

 Heart of Fire (W.C. 910) (P.D. 6/19/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Jughead Jones has no doubt that he would do anything for Betty Cooper. Even sit through a stupid football game to watch her cheer

 Flounder (W.C. 1,647) (P.D. 6/29/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Betty Cooper takes it on her self to try to teach Jughead how to swim, and Alice and FP reconcile while watching them

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Falice (FP Jones II x Alice Cooper)

~One Shots~

This Ain’t A Love Song (W.C. 1,911) (P.D. 7/27/2018)  Completed/Angst

FP accepts that he will never be better than a one-night stand, but that doesn't make it hurt less

Flounder (W.C. 1,647) (P.D. 6/29/2018)  Completed/Fluff

Betty Cooper takes it on her self to try to teach Jughead how to swim, and Alice and FP reconcile while watching them

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NSFW Alphabet 

*Each chapter contains explict gifs and situations*

1. Sweet Pea (2019-01-30)

2. FP Jones II (2019-02-03)

3. Malachai (2019-02-09)

4. Toni Topaz (2019-02-20)

5. Reggie Mantle (2019-06-06)

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TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

~One Shots~

Love, Hate, F******  Heartbreak  (P.D. 1/22/2019)  Completed/Angst

When you found out about the wolves and having a soulmate, it seemed that for once in your life things were finally looking up. But not everyone is grateful for the imprint, and eventually all the resentment and anger comes out leaving you devastated and wishing that you never even met the asshole Known as Paul Lahote

The Right Track (P.D. 2/13/2019) Completed/Angst

Sequel to Love, Hate, F****** Heartbreak!

After the night of which you and Paul’s arguments reached a new low, you deal with the aftermath in your own way. What will happen when your imprint appears and you must now face the anguish the both of you have suffered from a ‘needed’ time apart.

IT (2017)

Pennywise

Pepto Completed/Angst  

 ONE   TWO   THREE

Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too…

Harry Potter 

~One Shots~

You Made Me This (W.C. 1554) (P.D. 12/09/2023) Completed/Angst

You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish

[plus-size-reader]

House Party pt.2

FP Jones x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1082 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader has FP in her room, because apparently the party downstairs no longer interests him.

Part 1

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There was a new, stiff air in your room as you turned back toward your bed with FP in tow.

What was normally your only comfort zone, now felt like a strange new land, not even the air felt the same. Though it was possible that had something to do with the tightness in your chest.

FP made you so nervous, even under such casual circumstances.

You felt like you were in a dream, like you could wake up any moment, and you’d be all alone. However, when you shook yourself from thought to find him still sitting there, you decided to rule that out.

He was definitely here, but he also probably thought that you were crazy.

“Sorry, I just usually don’t have company” you explained, somehow hoping that would make you sound like less of a loser. It wasn’t working, or at least, from where you were sitting.

You figured it was just a matter of time before he got up and walked out. However, all FP did was laugh, a deep sexy sort of laugh.

To him, there was something refreshing about how real you were and the small shrug you gave after sold him even more.

You were adorable.

“That must make me pretty special, huh?” he teased, sitting down beside you on your bed, a small smirk on his lips. It really wasn’t fair. As you sat here looking at him, you found it hard to believe that he was so good looking.

If Julie could see you right now, you’d never live it down. You were way out of your depth with him here.

...And that wasn’t lost on you either.

You couldn’t have seen this coming when you woke up this morning, that was for sure.

“Yeah, I guess so” you shrugged again, heat flooding your skin. If visitors to your bedroom needed to be ranked, he’d certainly be the most exciting.

“And what about this guy? He seems pretty special too” FP laughed, reaching out to the other side of your bed to fetch your favorite teddy bear.

As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough.

“Oh God, you must think I’m so lame” you huffed, burying your face in your pillow. You could not believe this, this just could not be happening.

You refused to believe it.

“No, it’s cute” he replied, his voice a little quieter this time. For some reason, his confidence wavered just a little when it came to admitting that.

It was just something that he felt like he had to do with you. There was just something about you that knocked FP off his game.

In the best way.

You were cute.

It was far from what you’d expected but rather than bring attention to that and die of embarrassment, you decided to move onThankfully, FP didn’t seem to mind.

“What are we watching?” he wondered, shifting in the bed again to rest up against your headboard. The action surprised you, though it probably shouldn’t have by now, as FP wasn’t the sort of man to understand boundaries.

However, what got you the most was how he referred to the two of you as ‘we’

You knew that you were reading into this too much and that he was only hanging out because he was bored. It wasn’t like he actually liked you, that was something you didn’t want to forget.

You would just get hurt if you did.

Still, you grabbed the remote from your nightstand and unpaused the movie.

Julie hated that you watched these kinds of movies, she thought they were a waste of time. They freaked her out, but that didn’t seem to be the case with FP.

“Oh, I love this movie” he hummed, opening a can of soda for himself and then one for you. It had been a while since FP had seen the Exorcist but it was something he really enjoyed.

He just didn’t get a chance to do it often.

In fact, when he stopped to think about it, he rarely had a chance to relax or do the things he wanted to at all. If it wasn’t about the gang, he didn’t do it at home.

That was just the way it was.

That being said, it was really nice to just sit here with you.

“You do?” you asked, doing your best to not sound too surprised. You just didn’t think of him liking that kind of stuff.

For you, it made sense. You were a little bit odd to begin with and always had been. It made sense that horror movies were up your alley.

...But FP was cool.

He was popular and hot, with a literal gang no less. It just hadn’t occurred to you before now that maybe you had anything in common.

“You sound surprised” he commented, only slightly watching Reagan spit up split-pea soup on the priest. Most of his energy was focused on looking at you from the corner of his eye.

Neither of you really knew anything about the other but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it to learn.

You seemed pretty cool so far.

“I don’t know. I guess I just figured you wouldn’t like it because you’re you” you shrugged, feeling more and more awkward as the moments ticked by.

Fp nodded, briefly giving your words some thought. It didn’t make a ton of sense to him, at least not in the way it did for you.

“Me?” he repeated, giving up on the moving, turning his body fully to look at you now.

Really, it was hard not to be kind of offended by that. Clearly, you seemed to think there was some huge difference between the two of you.

FP just didn’t get it.

“Yeah, y’know, you’re all hot and stuff. I didn’t think you’d be into the Exorcist” you sighed, truly just going for broke. If he hadn’t walked out before, he certainly would now.

You were sure of it.

“You’re not so bad yourself” FP shrugged, that sly smirk returning to his face. Rather than focus on the clear difficulty you were having with your social standing, he decided to focus on the part he liked.

The part where you called him hot.

You were pretty sure that in the moment, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t decide if he had really said it, or if you’d made it up but there was no real way to misconstrue it.

FP was definitely flirting with you.

[cacoetheswriting]

poison - fp jones

Warnings: n/a Word Count: 513  Request By: anonymous : “Can you do a teenage FP Jones x teenage female Serpent reader songfic based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper? It’s told from FP’s point of view.”

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The autumn breeze carried fine drops of rain. Sweetwater River was quiet as always. Wind carried the stream faster than it’s usual flow, it was almost relaxing.

FP wend his way through the trees, head down to shield his face from the rain and hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket. He stopped at the edge of the water and sighed. The breeze tousled through his hair and soon enough the rain stopped. FP breathed in the cool air while closing his eyes.

“Hey stranger.” A familiar voice called brining FP back to reality. He tilted his head slight to find Y/N leaning against one of the trees. He swallowed hard as she smiled.

Placing her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket she walked towards him. Racy thoughts ran through FP’s head as he watched her approach.

Y/N was cruel and icy. One look could kill anyone, if she wanted it too. FP knew getting involved with her, a serpent princess, was a colossal mistake but he couldn't get her out of his head. Every time he saw Y/N his heart would skip a beat, his palms would get all sweaty and he would freeze.

Unintentionally FP licked his lips. His eyes traced down her body, lingering a little on her breasts before looking back at your perfectly shaped face. He wanted to reach out and hold her. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, so much so he thought he wanted it too much.

Y/N stopped right in front of him. She took her hands out of her pockets and trailed her fingers down the buttons of his letterman jacket. “We have to stop meeting like this.” FP whispered and looked into her eyes. Y/N smirked. “Why? It’s much more fun this way.”

And just like that her lips were on his. The warmth was soothing. His arms wrapped around her waist, and she tangled her hands in his wet hair. They continued to kiss until Y/N’s tongue hit at FP’s teeth. Their mouths opened in sync, and her tongue moved into his mouth at which point they were fully making out. His hands travelled up her t-shirt along her bare back causing a shiver to run down her spine. Each of their bodies relaxed. Her mouth was hot, it was like she caught him in her web. The pair pulled away breathless. His hands still holding her close, running circles on her back.

“Wanna get out of here?” She suggested with a sly smile on her face. FP’s head filled with racy thoughts as to what that sentence suggested. “Come-”, she kissed his neck, “-on-”, she kissed his chin, “-baby.”, she bit his lower lip.

FP felt his member twitch in his pants. He wanted to feel as powerful as she felt every time they were together. He wanted to hear her screaming his name, wanting more. There was no denying she was under his skin, so he wanted to get even as bad as that could end.

He leaned down and kissed her again. “Let’s go.”

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masterlist

[tricksters-captain]

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 16

A/N: I was so excited to write this chapter. I hope you like it. 

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)(Part Eleven)(Part Twelve)(Part Thirteen)(Part Fourteen)(Part Fifteen)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,399

Warnings: None really

You had no idea what Archie was thinking by putting that video up after you specifically told him to be careful but you knew one thing, you weren’t just gonna ignore it. 

Archie has always been stubborn and stupid when it comes to things he’s passionate about and you were the same way however, ever since your dad got shot, he’s been acting way further off the rails than usual and this was really pushing it. 

“What the hell were you thinking, Archie?! I said ‘defend not attack’. I said ‘be careful’!” You confronted Archie, running up to him in the hallway. You hadn’t seen him that morning considering the fact that you had to leave the house early so you could sneak out your Serpent’s jacket. 

The teenage Serpents wanted you on the south side that evening and you knew you’d have to head there straight after school, with Jughead being suspicious and a killer on the loose, you thought it was a safe idea to go there straight away so you’d be come back home by a reasonable time. 

“I’m not in the mood, (Y/n): I’ve already had this from Dad this morning.” Archie told you, not even looking at you or stopping. 

“Maybe, you need to hear it again, Archie. To get it through your thick skull––” You went to rant at the boy but he just cut you off. 

“––Quit playing Mom, (Y/n).  I put it out there and there’s nothing we can do about it now.” Archie sharply turned, leaving you to watch him enter the principle’s office. 

For gods sake, Archie, you thought. 

“Hey girlie.” The young serpent greeted you as you climbed out of your car. “Welcome back to the right side of the tracks.”

“Hey. Where’s Toni?” You asked, the young Serpent nodded to the bar behind him.

“Inside with everyone else. Come on.” The young serpent beckoned you towards the Whyte Wyrm but you hesitated. You didn’t want to walk into the Whyte Wyrm knowing that FP wasn’t inside. The previous times you visited it was for business but this is pleasure and you hadn’t been there for pleasure since FP was arrested. 

“Hey.” Toni greeted you as you entered the bar. 

Most of the Serpents knew exactly who you are so a lot of murmurs surfaced when you walked through the doors and headed to the younger Serpents. 

You made eye contact with Tall Boy but chose not to interact with him as Toni was calling you over to the pool tables. 

You greeted the other young Serpents as they played a game and you noticed Sweet Pea glaring in your direction. 

You chose to ignore it as you watched him mutter quietly to the boys beside him but when Sweet Pea finally spoke up, it was your turn to play a round against Toni and you just couldn’t ignore it. 

“What is she even doing here?” Sweet Pea asked Toni and the young Serpent over the loud rock music that played in the bar. 

“She’s a Serpent, she’s allowed to be here.” Toni said it as if it were obvious as she stood up for you before you could stand up for yourself. You had a wash of relief as you realised that at least some of the younger Serpents liked you. 

“She’s a Northsider.” Sweet Pea snapped,

“Just because I’m from the supposed ‘nicer’ side of Riverdale doesn’t mean I’m so nice myself.” You kept a level head as you spoke, you didn’t look over at Sweet Pea but instead continued to play the game. 

“Just because you wear the jacket doesn’t mean you have snakes skin.” He argued, taking a few steps towards you as if to intimidate you. 

You cocked your head at the boy, holding onto your pool cue as you held your ground. The young Serpent tried to step in-between you and Sweet Pea but you spoke aloud before he could. 

��No, he’s right, the jacket doesn’t make me a Serpent.” You said, not tearing your eyes away from the younger teenager as he smirked in triumph. “I’m a Serpent because FP Jones, himself, made me one. I think you know exactly who I am so I’d tread carefully, Sweet Pea.” You warned him, narrowing your eyes at the teenager. 

Sweet Pea huffed out a bitter chuckle and looked around at his boys.

“We all know your psycho little brother is the redheaded jock in the video threatening the Black Hood.” Sweet Pea finally brought it up. You had been waiting for that to come up into conversation. 

“I have nothing to do with the red circle.” You immediately told him. 

“That may be true but what we want to know is when it comes down to it, who will you pick? The Serpents or your privileged over-confident little bro?” Sweet Pea asked, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“If it comes down to it? I shouldn’t have to choose.” You argued, feeling your heart rise into your throat. 

“Come on, we all know that this war between the North and SouthSide will only grow with what the register keeps printing in their papers.” Sweet Pea scoffed, 

You remained silent, unable to answer. 

“Anyway, if you were a true Serpent, you’d have the mark to prove it.” He pulled down his t-shirt to reveal the tattoo on his neck. 

That, you took as a challenge. 

With everything that was going on, you knew tensions were rising and so you knew why the Serpent’s had their suspicions and understood why they were testing you and this was a test. 

“If that’s what it takes to prove myself then fine.” You placed the pool cue down and folded your arms across your chest. 

“That’s the spirit.” The young serpent grappled hold of your shoulders, and the young serpents around you all laughed and cheered. 

The Young Serpent took you on the back of his bike to the nearest parlour which was four blocks aways and Sweet Pea, Toni and some of the other teenage Serpents followed. 

Everyone on this side of town seemed to know each other. The Young Serpent and the tattoo-covered tattoo artist brohugged each other before the Young Serpent told him that you needed the Serpents symbol. 

“New member?” The artist asked, 

“Something like that.” The Young Serpent smiled at you and you removed your serpents jacket. 

The next morning, you woke up and looked in the mirror. You had mixed emotions about your new marking but you sure as hell knew that this meant you had another thing to hide from your family and this one was a visible permanent one. 

You were fortunate enough to be smart and get it tattooed on the side of your ribcage so that it was hidden. Even if you wore a bikini, it would be hidden. 

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

An image of FP came into your head, him chuckling at the idea of you getting a tattoo when you told him a few days ago. 

You really missed him. 

You couldn’t even go to his trailer anymore because Jughead was there and that’s what probably hurt the most. 

You pulled on one of FP’s henley shirts and tucked it into your jeans, then you grabbed your keys and school bag and headed off. 

On the way to school, you called Tall Boy. 

“It was a bad idea making me spend time with the younger Serpents. They don’t trust me.” You sighed, trying to ignore the pain on your inner arm. 

“They’d trust you even less if you didn’t. They’ll get used to you. Give it time.” Tall Boy told you, “I know things are hard without FP being around but we all have to deal somehow.” 

You took your eyes off the road for a second to look down at your shirt and pursed your lips. 

“I guess.” You hung up as you pulled up to school. 

To your surprise, half of the students were walking round with the red circle t-shirts. 

“Support the cause?” Cheryl asked with one of her poison apple smiles. 

“The red circle? Seriously Cheryl? Didn’t think you were into gang activities.” You refused the t-shirt as she handed one towards you. 

“Gang? This is a movement, female Andrews. Anyway, don’t you think you should be swapping out the rags by now?” Cheryl lifted the baggy henley up from your shoulder and you rolled your eyes. 

“Before you start, this wasn’t my idea.” Archie defended himself before you even reached him in the hallway. 

“He’s right, it wasn’t. It’s mine. We’ve turned the fringe band of radicals into a––” 

“––movement. Yeah, I got that from Cheryl. I just hope you know what you’re doing.” You lowered your voice as you looked between the young couple. 

“I want you home tonight. With everything that’s going on, I feel like you’re out way too often and I get that you think you’re an adult but you still live under my roof. I hardly know where you are anymore and... it scares me.” Fred told you as you stood in the kitchen with him, you were just about to head out to work when he stopped you.

“Dad, I know I’m away at the moment but I have work. I’m just trying to keep myself busy, not think about all of this.” You didn’t tell the whole truth but you knew it was what he would want to hear. 

“Well, that’s the thing, I spoke to Pop and he gave me your shift rota and half the time you’re out, you aren’t at Pop’s.” Fred unfolded a piece of paper that was your rota for last week and this week. 

You closed your eyes and suck on your lower lip. 

“If it’s a boy could you at least tell me.” Fred pleaded, 

“It’s not a boy, Dad.” You shot down that idea fast, it really wasn’t a boy, it wasn’t even FP at this moment in time. You were just trying to gain the Serpent’s trust. The Serpent’s gave you some familiarity, made you feel a little closer to FP.

“Is it drugs? The red circle?” Fred was just listing off things that came to mind. You moved towards him, chuckling softly at the ideas. 

“No, no, none of that. Dad, I just can’t be around Archie at the moment. You have to understand that. The red circle, his crazy ideas of hunting the Black Hood down, I can’t stand it.” You explained, Fred sighed and lowered his head. 

“You two are just keeping me awake at night.” Fred admitted, you slung your arms around his shoulders and softly pulled him into a hug since he was still fragile from his bullet-wound. 

“Please don’t worry about me.” You whispered before breaking away to go to work. 

“Can’t do that, you’re my daughter.” Fred said as you left. 

Later that night, after your shift, you got a text from Toni. It told you that Archie had been on the South Side that evening, tagging the town with red circles and waving a gun about. Waving a gun right at Sweet Pea. 

You felt your chest concave as all trust you had left for Archie left you. 

You sped home, stormed right up the stairs and into Archie’s room. 

He was sat on his bed, his hands shaking and his eyes locked on his backpack. 

“Are you insane?” You asked him, staring at him with utter disbelief and disgust. 

“What are you talking about?” Archie frowned at you. 

“Don’t. Just don’t. I trusted you to disband the red circle and you didn’t. I trusted you to not attack and you did. I trusted that you would come to your senses, realise that this is dangerous and way out of your control but you just seem to keep fighting and putting yourself in even more danger.” You rose your voice at your baby brother, your whole body was shaking as tears filled your eyes. “A gun, Archie. A gun.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He stood up and turned his back on you. 

“I have my connections, Archie. After the last time you went into Serpent’s territory looking for a fight, I made sure I had someone on that side keeping an eye out for any redheaded teenage boys who maybe stirring trouble and guess what. I got a message after work saying that you were spotted wielding a gun and tagging the red circle across the south side.” You explained, 

"Keep your voice down.” Archie reminded you of Dad but he was fast asleep on the couch downstairs with the tv blaring. 

“No! You need to listen. Every time, I tried warning you, you pushed me further away! Don’t you think this is hard for me too?! I am trying to juggle two different worlds at the moment and you are pushing them apart, Alice Cooper is pushing them apart and the Black Hood is pushing them apart too. This is what he wants, I know it and you just seem to think that’s okay to do what you want. You have enjoyed your time being the famous five and finding Jason’s murderer but Jason’s murderer wasn’t a serial killer.” 

“You’re right! But that’s why I want to find him! I want him dead, (Y/n).” Archie finally turned to look at you and you saw something change in his eyes when he saw the tears in yours. 

“I defended you. I defended you when people called you a psychopath, when people called you dangerous but it’s clear I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry, Archie.” You backed out of his room. “This... This has gone too far.”

The next morning, you headed to South Side high to see the Serpents. You had texted Toni first to see if Jughead was around but he wasn’t. 

“Come to a decision?” Toni asked, cocking her eyebrow as she noticed you had your serpent’s jacket on in front of the school. The Serpent’s were all gathered by their bikes and you noticed Sweet Pea had a face like thunder.

“When it comes down to things, let the Serpents know I’ll be by their side.” You told Toni, and you saw some of the Serpent’s around you smirk. 

“Good, nice to know you aren’t the stupid one.” Toni smiled. 

(PART 17)

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