#archie jug and kevin walking onto the construction site like STOp. you have never used a power tool in your lives

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in order for a show to be the best show ever it must also be the worst show ever. it must contain multitudes

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 4

AN: I decided to post this earlier than I originally said and I’m also Sorry for the cliff hanger last part! This chapter is a little messy but I hope you like it and things are going to start picking up from now on!

Catch up: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

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: 2,323

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

**Incoming call: FP Jones**

You frowned at the unexpected call. It hadn't been long since you left the bar, why would FP call you? 

You heard Jughead’s voice from down the hall, he had only just got home, and you moved towards your window on the other end of the room. 

“Hello?” You answered quietly, cautious that Jughead was just down the hall. 

“I need you to come to the trailer park.” FP said immediately. You knew you should have ask ‘why’ and ‘was everything okay?’ but you just said you were on your way and then hung up. 

You scooped your car keys back up and quickly changed from your blouse to an oversized sweater. 

“I have to go back out, um, Veronica needs my help, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You told your dad as you made your way towards the front door. 

“Wait, (Y/n)...” Fred went to stop you but you were already out the door and b-lining to your car. 

You drove straight to the trailer park and rushed to FP’s trailer. 

Just as you were about to reach the stairs to the trailer door, the door opened and out came Kevin’s new boyfriend with a duffle in his hand. 

He had exited with his back to you as he spoke to FP, so it gave you enough time to dodge around the corner. You didn’t want to be seen just in case he told Kevin and then Kevin would tell Veronica and Veronica would tell the rest of the group so you waited until he was out of sight before knocking on FP’s door. 

“Hey.” FP greeted you as he opened the door. 

“Is everything okay? What’s happened?” You asked, entering and looking around for any signs of trouble. 

“Yeah, Yeah, I just... Jughead and his girl came over earlier. They asked me if I had anything to do with that kid’s death.” FP told you, you suddenly felt yourself relax at the news. You thought something bad had happened like the cops had come over or FP had gotten hurt from how he sounded over the phone. 

“What did you say?” You had to admit that you were curious yourself. Jason did do business with the Serpents but then you highly doubted that they’d kill a teenage boy who was meant to be delivering for them. 

“What do you think I said?” FP looked almost offended that you would think that he offed some teenager. 

“I didn't mean it like that.” You stepped towards FP, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“It’s just, I’m his dad... I’m his dad and he... he considered that I might have killed that kid. My own boy.” FP scoffed, running his hand over his face. 

You watched him head towards the kitchen and pour himself a whiskey. 

You bit down on your lower lip and let your eyes drop to the floor as you tried to think about a careful response.

“You know you... you aren't the only one. Betty thought her dad might have done it. I mean with a difficult case like this one, everyone suspects everyone did it. At least Jug came and asked you straight out instead of just assuming you did it.” You kept your voice gentle as you spoke, not looking up to where FP was stood.

FP took a mouthful of his drink and sighed, his hair flopping down in front of his eyes as he leaned over the counter top. 

You instinctively moved towards FP and decided to test the waters. 

You ran you hand over his back slowly, you felt his back muscles under your touch, you moved to wrap your arms around him, resting your head in-between his shoulder blades, holding onto him. You squeezed your eyes shut and squeezed him a little harder. 

FP raised his head from his hands, then swiftly twisted his body around. You immediately let go as soon as he moved but then found yourself engulfed in his arms. FP wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, burying his face in your hair. It took you a second to process what was happening but then you carefully rose your hands and gripped onto the fabric of his flannel shirt on his lower back. 

You pressed your face against his chest, inhaling the musky smell of the bar and his natural odour. 

You stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before FP broke it off. 

He snivelled and brushed his finger under his nose, clearing his throat as he pulled away. 

You watched him turn and down the rest of his whiskey then walk over to the couch, his sad brown eyes flickering over at you. 

You hesitate on whether or not you should leave or you should stay. 

You made your way over to the couch where FP was sat and now watching the baseball game, you sat down beside him and he opened his arm allowing you rest on him. You placed your hand on his chest as you sat under his arm and subconsciously started to run tiny circles with your index finger. It’d been such a long time since FP had any physical/intimate contact from anyone beside Jughead. 

You felt FP moves his head so that his lips and nose were in your hair, close to touching your scalp, and you sat like that until the game was over. 

You didn't get home ‘till late that night. Everyone in the house were in their rooms and you could hear the quiet hum of Archie’s tv which meant the boys were up playing video games. 

You didn't see your dad in the morning and you knew he was going to be upset with the way you treated him the night before so you headed to the construction site. In a family like yours, usually two guys, now three guys and a girl, war of the sexes isn't exactly a good idea on your part so you did try your best to make peace the majority of the time. 

You pushed open the door to the trailer on the site only to be greeted by FP and Hermione instead of your father. 

Hermione looked almost pale like she was ill but put on a smile when she saw you. 

“(Y/n), hey!” She moved away from the desk where her and FP were stood to be nearer you. 

“Hey, um, my dad, do you know where he is?” You asked her. 

“Yes, I will go get him for you.” Hermione excused herself and left the trailer. 

“What’s up with her? She looked like she’d seen ghost.” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at FP. 

“I have no idea.” FP told you, digging his hands into his back pockets. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” You suddenly realised that your dad didn't have a crew so why was FP here?

“Well, your dad told me that he didn't have a crew and I have guys that need the work so...” FP explained as he filled in some paperwork, 

“Fair enough.” You nodded. You didn't know why you felt so awkward around him. 

FP looked up from the sheets of paper and smirked at you. It looked like FP was about to say something when the door abruptly cut your moment short. 

“FP, can you excuse us?” Fred asked FP as he approached you. FP nodded his head and exited the trailer so that you and your dad could talk alone. 

Your dad leant against his desk with his arms folded, and pursed his lips into a thin line. 

“Look, I came ‘cause I wanted to apologise for last night, the way I behaved, I just... I didn’t mean to stay out so late and I didn't mean to act the way I did.” You started to apologise but Fred raised his hand and stopped you. 

“I don’t need an apology, (Y/n). What I need is for you to promise me that you’ll call me next time. You’re eighteen, I get that but whilst you’re still under my roof, you’re still my daughter.” Fred sighed before continuing, “I can't... I can't deal with both of my kids disappearing and not coming back until late. I can't deal with both my kids keeping secrets from me.” 

“Dad, I’m not a kid, at least not technically. I know you like for Archie to tell you everything but we have to have some secrets, Dad. You can't know everything, you know.” You stepped towards your dad, smiling sympathetically. 

Fred nodded his head, then turned and headed towards the door. 

“I’m over it. I’ll see you at home.”

“You’re doing what?” You almost choked on your soda when Archie told you that he was helping Cheryl tomorrow in order to get into some music school summer program. 

“It’s just a tree taping thing, it’s not like I’m marrying her.” Archie chuckled at your reaction. 

“You might as well be. Archie, the Blossom’s aren't good people, no matter what they're giving you.” You scoffed at your younger brother’s stupidity. 

Archie looked down at his plate. 

“It’s one afternoon, I’m sure I’ll be fine. This summer program could really open doors for me, (Y/n). I’m not like you, I can't just get into any top college I want by myself.”

“You’ve got another two years before you even go to college, Arch. Why don't you live a little instead of letting the Blossoms drag you down into the pits of hell with their red painted claws.” You argued, being a little more over dramatic then you needed to be. 

“Wow, you sound exactly like Jughead and Veronica combined.” Archie ignored your question and got up to clean his dish. 

“Just be careful, Arch. You never enter a dragons den and leave without a few scars.” 

“Honestly, you should take up acting, I think you’d be really good at it.” Archie teased you as you left the kitchen. 

The next day proved you correct. Archie didn’t come back unscathed. He had been dragged into another Blossom family event at the end of the week. 

“I warned you. They’ve got their claws in you now.” You chortled at your brother, Archie just rolled his eyes at you. 

“It’s called being kind, (Y/n), you should try it sometime.” Archie retaliated which only made you laugh harder.

“You’re kidding, this isn't kindness, Archie. Their compensating you to be their daughters date; you’re not doing this out of kindness.”

“They’re just doing me a favour.” Archie tried to put up a defence. 

“That’s what you think.” You were fed up with arguing with Archie, he was just too trusting in people sometimes and he was almost as stubborn as you which made things worse. 

You left Archie be and headed downstairs, you passed the kitchen to see your dad leaning against the side with his eyes closed and a beer in hand. 

“Dad? Everything okay?” You asked, 

Fred’s eyes snapped opened and he moved away from the counter. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” He didn't sound it. 

“Dad.” You rose your eyebrows at him which made him break into a tired smile. 

“It’s just I found out who the anonymous buyers for the drive-in land were today.” Fred told you, placing his bottle down beside him. 

“Oh yeah? And who are they?” You asked, picking up some grapes and popping one in your mouth. 

“Lodge industries.” He informed you. 

Your jaw hit the floor. 

“Lodge industries?! As in Hiram Lodge?!” You couldn’t believe that Veronica’s dad had bought the land from jail. 

“Yeah, and that’s why Clifford Blossom is so set on getting the drive-in land. That’s not even the worst part either; I also found out that the thugs that came and trashed the equipment weren’t hired by Clifford but by Hiram. Seems like someone told Hiram about the moment between Hermione and me.” Fred explained everything that Hermione had told him earlier that day. 

“So what are you gonna do?” You leant over the island and your dad leant on the opposite side. 

“I don't know yet. There’s nothing much I can do, I’ve got no money, this project was meant to help but now that I know...” Fred sighed, running his hand over his head and through his hair. 

You rounded the island and touched your dad’s arm. 

“Well, if Hiram Lodge really is doing all this from prison then he must be rich enough to give you more pay now that you know who you’re working for?” you suggested, Fred touched your hand and looked over to you. 

“He’s a criminal, (Y/n).” He reminded you that working for a criminal isn't exactly a great business idea. 

“Then make sure that everything you do is completely legal. You may be working for a criminal but that doesn't mean you have to be one.” You nudged your dad’s should with your own, Fred furrowed his brow in thought and took a drink from his beer. 

“I’ll think about it.” Fred gave your hand one last squeeze before he headed up to the living room. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket as you headed towards your car in the school parking lot. 

“Really FP? This is becoming a habit.” You answered it with a smile after checking the caller ID. You heard him chuckle on the other end of the line which made your stomach somersault. 

“If I recall you’re the one who told me to call whenever I needed your help.” FP argued, playing along with you. 

“Ah, so you need my help?” You asked as you opened your car door and slipped inside. 

“Yeah, I do. Could you come over?” FP asked, 

“Be there in ten.” You hung up and switched on the radio, turning the ignition and driving towards the south side of the town. 

(Part 5)

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Hey, could you write a fic where Jughead and Archie are working at the construction and Betty and Veronica are going to see them. And just as they arrive, Juggie takes his plaid off (he doesn't notice them), and Betty freezes on the spot and drools over the hot body he was hiding? And Veronica is just as impressed. // Oddly specific, but it'd funny and awesome to see/read, hahahaha

I had way too much fun writing this lol. Enjoy!

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“Jug, could you hand me that hammer over there?”

Archie gestured to the beat-up claw hammer sitting on the workbench, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Sure thing, Arch,” Jughead muttered, grabbing the hammer by the grip and holding it out for Archie to take.

Jughead adjusted his hardhat, squinting through the glare of the sun to scan the perimeter of the construction site.

“Did Veronica say what time she and Betty were getting here?” Jughead wondered, squatting to the graveled road to pick up a wood beam and haul it to the other side of the work area.

“No, but my guess is that it’ll be awhile,” Archie guessed, placing a nail onto a piece of wood and forcefully hammering it down. “Kevin likes to talk when he’s nervous and he has that big history test tomorrow so I bet he’s going to have a lot to say.”

“When doesn’t he have a lot to say?” Jughead pointed out, tossing the wood into the pile and turning back to Archie with an amused grin.

“Good point,” Archie laughed, stepping backwards to take a look at his handy work and setting the hammer back on the workbench.

“God, how is it November and still close to ninety degrees out here,” Jughead complained, undoing the first few buttons on his plaid shirt and rolling up the sleeves. “What I wouldn’t give for an Arctic snowstorm or some sort of ice apocalypse right now.”

“Better get used to it,” Archie told him. “Working in construction like this? It’s pretty much hot all year around.”

Meanwhile…

“How long did they say they were going to be?” Veronica whined from the front entrance of the construction site, lifting her foot to show Betty the fancy heels that her mother had bought her for her last birthday. “These shoes were not made for walking on gravel and don’t even get me started on what this heat is going to do to the suede lining on this jacket.”

“Patience, V,” Betty told her, glancing down at her watch to check how long they had been standing there. “Jughead and Archie said to meet them here after we were done studying with Kev. They didn’t give me a specific time.”

Betty stood on her tiptoes to see around the giant tree blocking their view of the project that Mr. Andrews and his crew were working on.

“Maybe they meant for us to meet them down at the trailer,” Betty muttered, tugging on Veronica’s sleeve as she trudged through the gravel to lead them farther into the construction area. “Come on, let’s take a walk down there.”

As they rounded the corner, Betty could hear men hammering and lugging large planks of wood around the dirt-covered work area and she knew that they were headed in the right direction.

“Well trust me when I tell you that they do not want to feel the weight of my wrath if this jacket is ruined because-”

“Veronica, shut up,” Betty muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as something -or rather, someone - caught her attention at the edge of the construction site.

Veronica glanced up to follow Betty’s gaze, her eyes going wide at the sight of Jughead unbuttoning his plaid button-down to reveal a surprisingly fit, surprisingly attractive, bare chest.

“Holy hipster-meets-abercrombie,” Veronica mumbled, her mouth dropping open as Jughead tossed his shirt onto a pile of wood beams. “How could you not tell me that broody had a body.”

“I’ve never actually… you know,” Betty stammered, her pulse quickening as Jughead squirted his water bottle over his head, the water droplets trickling down his body in slow motion.

“Seen the abs under all that plaid,” Veronica finished for her, one eyebrow twitching up curiously as they both gaped at the boy standing in front of them. “Well girl, let me be the first to tell you - you were missing out.”

“Tell me about it,” Betty breathed, her cheeks flushing pink as the temperature in the air continued to elevate the longer she watched him haul the wooden planks from the truck to the pile closest to the fence.

“Well if you don’t do something about it after seeing our own personal screening of Magic Mike: Misunderstood High School Boys Edition, I most certainly will,” Veronica warned, rummaging through her purse to pull out the copy of the Grapes of Wrath she borrowed from their English teacher and fanning herself with it dramatically.

“Veronica!” Betty protested, nudging her in the side with her elbow.

“Sorry, B, but your boyfriend has a bod,” Veronica stated. “And it’s working for him.”

“Okay can you stop staring at him like that please, you’re starting to look like a cat in heat,” Betty noticed, her eyes drawing away from Jughead to watch in horror as her best friend bit her bottom lip seductively at the sight of Betty’s shirtless boyfriend. 

“You’re right, sorry,” Veronica muttered, shaking her head as if to draw herself out of a deep trance. “I just - I’ve always had this fantasy of a shirtless construction worker running towards me in slow motion - chiseled chest, dirt-smudged cheeks, a firm a-”

“V!” Betty shrieked, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from her view of Jughead.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop!” Veronica smirked, her eyes dancing wildly as she watched Betty’s gaze slowly drift back to a bare-chested Jughead. “But seriously, you’re going to do something about this right?”

“Like what?”

“B,” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Betty, wiggling her eyebrows at her suggestively as she glanced from Betty, to Jughead, and back again. “Do I really have to spell it out for you.”

“Oh,” Betty mumbled under her breath, her eyes going so wide Veronica thought they might pop right out of her head as realization finally set in. “Oh!”

“Finally!” Archie called from the other side of the construction site, setting his equipment to the side and looking up to see his friends standing near the trailer. “What took you guys so long?”

“Oh you know,” Veronica called back, glancing at Betty slyly as her lips curled into an amused grin. “Just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah, the location’s great,” Archie agreed, turning on his heel to gesture towards to area of land behind them. “You can even see the river from over here.”

“Yeah, the river,” Veronica muttered as she and Betty took a few steps closer to meet Archie and Jughead halfway. “That’s totally what we were looking at.”

Jughead leaned forward to grab his shirt, but made no move to slip it back on over his bare shoulders.

“You okay, Bets?” Jughead asked, taking in her bewildered expression and flushed cheeks as he closed the space between them.

“Fine! Just a little…” Betty squeaked, her heart racing wildly as she struggled to pry her eyes away from his chest to meet his gaze. Being this close to him, Betty’s mind drifted to thoughts of her hands exploring his chest, her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his lips, his neck, his stomach. 

“Hot.”