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Serpents never let eachother go - FP Jones x Reader One Shot

Summary - you’re a young serpent, and your boyfriend FP Jones has a one night “engagement” with Alice Cooper. You do not deal with finding out about it well.

Warnings - age gap (legal reader), violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex

“BETTY COOPER” your voice echoed and boomed down the school corridor. You saw the pristine blonde ponytail whip around, its partnering crown beanie also turning to look at you, both wide eyed and confused. However, you didn’t give a shit how she felt. In fact, you wanted her to hurt. You ran towards her, slamming her against the lockers. Other students made a circle around you, watching as serpent queen and princess clashed in the hallway. FP Jones was yours, and her filthy mother had sunk her dirty fangs into him.

“Yo what the fuck?!” Jughead shouted beside you.

“Stay out of this jug.” You snapped, kneeing Betty in the stomach. “This is between me and the Coopers.” You fought his hands off when he tried to grab you. He pulled your serpent jacket off in the process.

“What?!” Betty looked up at you.

“Your traitor mother showed up to FP’s trailer last night,” you pushed her into the ground, “and she fucked him. Your mother fucked my man!” You heard gasps, whoops and whistles from all around you. All you could see was red. Before you knew it, your knees were pinning her arms down, fists flying wherever they could. You were hurting, you were distressed, and you needed her to feel it too.

Two arms wrapped around you from behind and scooped you upward, legs and arms flailing, screaming profanities to whoever could hear them. You heard Jughead in your ear “Call my dad now, I’m taking this one home.”

In the parking lot of the school you were still raging, and Jug wouldn’t let go of you in case you ran back to cause any more damage.

“GET IN THE TRUCK NOW” he screamed at you. You flung the door open and slammed it hard, feeling the whole vehicle shake. He got in the driving seat and pulled away quickly. “What the fuck just happened?”

“She fucked your dad. Alice fucking slept with FP. I knew they had history but what the fuck?! He’s mine!” You ran your hands through your hair and sighed.

“Okay, so why did you feel the need to knock Betty out over that?”

That caught you by surprise. You didn’t even know.

“I lost control, seeing her just made me think of Alice, finding her in FP’s t shirt in the trailer this morning.”

“Was my dad not there?” You nodded sadly, remembering the scene.

You’d walked into his trailer this morning to pick up some books you’d left the night before, and there she was. Alice Cooper, standing against the kitchen counter, FP’s flannel hanging loosely off her shoulders, hair messed up, makeup smudged. You’d just looked at her, jaw slack, eyes wide. You’d heard a mumbled profanity from behind you: FP had entered. You looked at him, feeling your heart crack clean in two, before storming outside into the intense cold of the morning. FP had chased you, grabbing onto you, pleading for you to listen to an explanation. You had nothing to say, and didn’t have anything to hear. You knew what he’d done.

“I don’t care how in control you are, you don’t just beat someone up because someone they know did something bad!” Jughead snapped you back to present times, you glanced out the window to see the train tracks passing, you’d entered the south side. “Now your friend and my girlfriend is probably lying on the floor bleeding out while I deal with your emotional baggage. Just use your fucking brain.”

It was now Jughead’s turn to sigh. He pulled up outside the Whyte Wyrm and before the car had fully stopped you were already out.

“Wait, don’t go crazy, wait for me!” You heard him shout after you as you stalked inside.

It was dimly lit inside, and almost empty. A girl was behind the bar and a couple old serpents were hanging around a table in the back. FP looked up at you from the small group and his eyes lit up. You stalked toward him, fists balled. Then he jarred, seeming to remember the morning.

“What have you done FP?” It came out as more of a statement. You stopped right in front of him, moving your hair out your face. His eyes caught sight of your knuckles, bruised and bloodied. He reached out tenderly, his eyes sad and concerned. You snatched your hands away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me.”

He held his hand up in surrender, “Okay let’s just calm down now, please.”

“I saw her in your fucking trailer! In my favourite of your shirts!” His eyes widened as you pushed him backward harshly. Everyone on his table moved away. He wasn’t expect you to call him out like this. Jughead stood beside you, both of you looking up at his dad.

“Come back to my place and we can talk about this private-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you, FP.”

It was at this point Archie entered.

“Why does Betty have a broken nose?!” He shouted at you. You didn’t understand why you were the one under attack here.

“Oh just suck my dick Archie I’m not dealing with you right now,” you snapped back, not even breaking eye contact with FP. His jaw dropped slightly.

“Betty? You beat Betty up?”

“You fucked her mother.”

“Come with me now.” He growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you outside.

You didn’t speak to him all the way back to the trailer, and as soon as you entered you turned on him. Your fists pounded into his chest, screaming every name under the sun. He stood still, letting you take out all of your anger on him. When you started to slow, he caught your fists and looked at them closely, letting you cuss him out. He stayed silent, lips pursed.

“Are you finished?” He asked when you went quiet. You nodded and finally looked away. “Am I allowed to clean you up?” His eyes were soft and guilt ridden. You nodded again.

Slowly, he guided you to the sink, running your fists under the cold water. You hissed in pain and blinked away tears, not even knowing what the cause of them was. Either way, emotionally or physically, your body was racked with pain.

“I’m sorry,”

“Is that all you have to say FP? “Sorry?””

“Well what else do you want me to say?”

“We shouldn’t even be having this conversation. I’m your girl, so you don’t fuck other women.”

“It was a moment of weakne-“

“I literally gave you head yesterday afternoon, you can’t have been desperate for it.”

FP opened his mouth and closed it again, turning away.

“Keep your hand under there, I’m getting bandages,” he mumbled, a twang of sadness in his usually calm, rough voice. For the first time since your foul discovery that morning, you were alone. Letting your emotions finally overcome you, tears began to freely fall down your cheeks. FP returned with a small box, and he wordlessly started cleaning your wounds, finishing them with a thin bandage, allowing you to cry throughout, unable to look you in the eye.

“Do you love her?” You finally managed to ask.

“No,” he responded instantly, hands on the countertop, looking out his window.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes! Yes I love you, you know I do.” You raised your eyebrows. “I fucked up okay? Incredibly. Yes, me and Alice have history dating back before you were even born, but I never loved her the way I loved you. I’ve never loved anyone, truly, except you. I might be older than you but do I know how to deal with these emotions? No. Did I know it was wrong? Of course! She wouldn’t leave though, she wouldn’t leave until after you came to see me this morning, as if she was making a point, as if I’ll always be a slave to her. She wasn’t doing it for you, to be a good person and show you I cheated, she walked in here, pushed me until I said yes and used me. She used me to scare you off, trying to keep her daughters friends away from the gang she abandoned. She doesn’t want Betty near any of us. I’m sorry I was so weak. I love you.” He finally tore his eyes from the window to look at you. You were looking straight ahead, your back against the counter top.

“You really hurt me, F.” You whispered.

“I know,”

“What were you even thinking?”

“I wasn’t,”

“I love you too.”

From the corner of your eye you saw his mouth twitch into a tiny, one sided smile.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head in response.

“I don’t want to see my dad’s reaction to the fact I’ve probably been suspended again.”

He nodded and chuckled, “do you wanna stay here?”

“On the couch, yeah. I’m not sleeping in that bed.” More tears began to form. FP stepped in front of you, one hand gently cupping your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. When the tears fell he brushed them away softly, kissing your forehead.

You spent the evening sat cross legged on FP’s couch, his jacket around your shoulders. It was hard to look at him still, every time you looked into his dark eyes you saw Alice Cooper biting his lip and scratching down his back. You cursed quietly and went back to FP’s first aid kit. Every time you thought of it your nails dug into your palms and you’d finally drawn blood. While you dabbed at the scarlet crescent moons on your hands, FP came up behind you frowning. His hands found your waist and you froze, confused about how you felt toward his moment of tenderness.

“What’s this?” He asked softly, eyeing the bloodied cotton on the countertop. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck. You blushed.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, imagining it.”

“You’re making this worse for yourself, baby.” You spun in his arms and looked up at him, making eye contact for the first time in hours.

“My heart hurts, F. You hurt me, you made a mistake and I’m hurting.” He hung his head.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he pulled you into a hug. You breathed in the smell of old cigarettes, whisky and cheap beer: the smell of home.

“I’m even more worried about my dad and brother’s reaction to all of this, news travels fast between the young Serpents.”

“Oh, trust me baby, me too.”

“I hope you understand how hard you’re going to have to work to stop me from being upset,” FP’s hand ghosted over your cheek.

“Oh, trust me baby, I really do,” he smiled softly, running his thumb over your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitated before nodding. Slowly, his lips pressed against yours, and it was unlike any kiss you’d shared before. The hand on your jaw moved to brush through your hair, and his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, crushing the space between you. You could feel the intensity in the way he gripped your hair, and the way you had absentmindedly grabbed a fist full of his t shirt. Slowly, carefully, he pushed you until your back was against the counter. FP smiled when you gasped due to the cold wood hitting your thighs. When he pulled away, your eyes flitted open.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled at your response and stroked your hair gently.

“Now promise me that whenever I make a mistake in future you won’t pin your friends to the ground.”

“Promise me you won’t make a mistake of this size again and I won’t have to.” He moved so close that his stubble grazed against your face, a small sideways smirk dancing across his lips.

“Deal.”

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Torturous Love - YOUNG FP X READER ONE SHOT

Summary - FP gets made leader of the Serpents unexpectedly, and the opposing gang need someone to pass on a message for them

Okay I know this is super long but I loved writing it, and I hope you love reading it just as much!

Warnings - extreme, quite graphic violence!

Watching your boyfriend climb up to the small, make-shift stage was something you never thought you’d get to witness. You sat at the back of the group, still an outsider, smiling as FP shook the hand of the highly respected, incredibly terrifying Serpent King. Everyone had just assumed he was being commended for his latest job for the gang, but this was not the case.

“I’ve decided to step down from my role as leader,” the eldest, most rugged, of the men said. Gasps and noises of shock exploded from the floor. He held his hand up to silence his faithful gang members. “and I believe there’s no one better to take my place than this young man right here,” he continued, clapping a hand down on FP’s shoulder. “He has shown amazing loyalty to our gang, even at his young age. His sheer determinism to prove his worth has not gone unnoticed. FP,” he turned to your boyfriend, “what do you say?” A small smile crept across his lips as he took it all in, eyes scanning the crowd watching him closely.

“In unity there is strength!” He bellowed.

“In unity there is strength!” The crowd repeated, glasses raised to their new leader.

The next day at school was a blur, your mind still clouded with the excitement and celebration of the night before. That morning you’d left FP in bed, telling him not to bother picking you up from school: he probably wasn’t safe to drive after partying into the early hours. In the parking lot at the end of the day, you were approached by a group you’d never spoken to before. Two boys and a girl stood at the front, all in dark clothing.

“Do you know FP Jones?” The girl around your age asked, stepping forward. You hesitated, looking at her skeptically.

“What’s it to you?”

“We hear the Serpents have a new leader, a young guy who used to go here.” You frowned.

“Again, what’s it to you?” You repeated, growing instantly protective. The girl smirked, she could tell she was getting under your skin.

“Do you know him, princess?”

“Yeah I do, pretty well, actually.” Before you knew it, the two guys at the front were grabbing each of your arms.

“In that case, you’re coming with us,” she laughed, before you were thrown into a car.

You arrived somewhere unknown. It looked like a run-down barn, a few people were moving around outside, minding their business. It seemed like a normal community, and you wouldn’t have felt uncomfortable here if you hadn’t been abducted. One of the same boys grabbed you again, pulling you out of the car.

“We got one!” He shouted, and all the people bustling around turned to look at you. You were pulled inside and sat on a chair, a circle quickly forming around you. Finally, a man stepped forward. He had a scar through his left eyebrow and down his cheek.

“Fucking idiot,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes, before turning to the group that brought you in. “This isn’t a fucking Serpent! You were under clear instructions,” He cried. Slowly, it began to dawn on you what was happening.

“She said she knows the new leader pretty well.” The same girl from earlier stepped forward. The scarred man turned back to you.

“Is that so, sweetheart?” He smirked. You simply looked at him, showing no emotion. You’d been warned about sharing Serpent information with anyone at all, never mind with what seemed to be another gang. “Lost your voice?” He leant down so his face was close to yours. You were sure he could feel your heartbeat pulsating a hundred miles an hour. You just blinked at him. “Not prepared to speak?” He whispered, looking into your eyes. When you refused to make a noise again, he stood back up, turning away. “Do your thing, kids,” he said to the group that met you outside the school, then disappeared into the crowd.

An hour or so later, you were doing your best to remain silent, while blood dropped down your chin. Another fist collided with your abdomen. Another boot to the shins. Another knuckle to your face.

“Why are you doing this?” You groaned as you spat out a mouthful of blood.

“We need to send a message to the new leader: he ain’t shit, and we’re still the most powerful gang out here.” The girl, who was standing back, merely observing, laughed.

“She done yet?” The scarred man you assumed to be the leader reentered. He looked at you and nodded. “That’s enough.” The young people with freshly bruised knuckles stepped back, proud of their work. “You ready to talk now?”

“About what?” You looked at his ugly, broken face.

“She has a voice! Now tell me about the new leader.”

“Why would I do you a favour?” You frowned.

“Because if you don’t,” He started, reaching into his pocket. “I’m going to cut out your tongue.” He pulled out a small knife. Your eyes widened and breath shallowed. “How does that sound?” You swallowed, shaking your head. “Good. Now tell us about the leader.”

You paused, trying to figure out how vague you could be.

“He’s in his twenties, been a Serpent a few years.”

“I know you know more than that,” the man laughed, slowly bringing the blade to your face.

“I don’t know him that well, honestly, please don’t,” Your voice slowly shrunk to a whimper as you cringed away from his hand.

“Shhh, shhhhh,” he whispered, stroking your hair with his spare, giant, calloused hand. You squeezed your eyes shut tight. “We don’t want to hurt you, we just need to know some stuff. We need to send a message and you happened to be chosen. You should be happy it’s you!” You let out a dry sob. “Tell me his name. Now.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, trying to keep your mouth as tight closed as you could. The flat side of the blade grazed over your cheek, the cold metal sickeningly soothing against your hot bruises.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled again, slowly starting to press his knife against you. Your lip began to wobble uncontrollably. “You need to do me a favour, and I’ll let you go home,” when you hesitated to speak again, he pulled the knife away from your cheek and moved it to the front of your shoulder. “Come on,” he tried again, allowing the blade to sink into your skin, dragging it slowly down your arm. Your face contorted as you struggled to keep your mouth closed. When you felt your hot blood gushing down you couldn’t take it anymore. The knife began to move down further, deeper, slower, and before you could stop yourself you were screaming “FP! HIS NAME IS FP!” The knife stopped moving, but that didn’t stop the pain. Tears began freely falling as black spots flashed in front of your eyes. Dark blood was dripping down your body.

“You called?” A rough voice started from the back of the warehouse. Scarface stood up quickly. “I’m gunna need you to let my girlfriend go.” You heard an army of boots moving into the warehouse. “Unless, of course, you’re starting a war here.” FP managed to keep a calm exterior by not looking at you. You both knew if he saw your state he’d show his cracks.

“Not a war, kiddo, she’s more of a messenger pigeon.”

“What’s the message?” He asked, the Serpents behind him started to flex their fists and weapons.

“The Ghoulies are still on top.” Suddenly, the knife came crashing down, tearing through your jeans, straight into your thigh. You threw your head back, a loud, long cry of pain ripping through the shocked silence. Through your strangled screams, you heard some Serpents beginning to grumble, moving forward.

“Stop.” You heard FP’s voice start to crack. “You know you’re starting something you can’t finish...” he began, stepping forward, but you couldn’t hear what he said next. Your eyes started to roll back, your whole body throbbing in pain. The last thing you heard were lots of footsteps, before your body slumped sideways, hitting the ground hard.

The older Serpents knew the Ghoulies very well, and sent FP after you while they took care of Scarface. He scooped you up and ran out of the enemy territory, lying you softly in the back seat of his truck. Your blood pooled thickly around you. He cursed, finally able to assess the state of your broken body. He zoomed back to the South Side, trying to calm himself. Not knowing where else to turn, he pulled up to the Whyte Wyrm.

“Someone help!” He shouted toward the Wyrm, while carefully pulling you up. A couple Serpents stuck their heads out of the door and glanced at you slumped against FP’s chest, before snapping into autopilot. They disappeared back into the bar, pulling tables together and grabbing the well used medical supplies.

“I don’t think anything’s broken, she’s just bleeding a lot, and she’s been stabbed.” FP started, as he gently placed you across the tables. They got to work applying pressure to your cuts, and wrappings thick bandages around your arm. “I’ll take it from here, I’ve got it, thank you,” he told the Serpents when your bleeding began to slow. They nodded reluctantly before leaving. He locked the door to the Wyrm before getting to work on your leftover wounds. He took a pair of scissors to your jeans and cut them away at the thigh. When he peeled back the soaked denim you began to come around. Your stirred and mumbled his name. He looked up at you, his eyes full of raw worry.

“Babe I’m so sorry, but this is really going to hurt.”

“No please I can’t take any more.” You started crying weakly. He moved up to crouch beside your face, wiping away your tears.

“I need to be honest baby, you’ve lost so much blood, and I need to stitch you up,”

“I can’t FP,” you shook your head, crying harder.

“Look at me. Look at me, please.” Slowly, you opened your eyes. “I know you’re in a lot of pain, but you’ve been so brave, and it needs to get worse before it gets better. I’m so sorry this has happened to you, and it’s my fault, but we can’t talk about this right now okay? I need to help you before you get infected.” You nodded reluctantly. He handed you the blood-soaked patch of denim he had cut away. “Bite down on this. I’m going to try to numb you first.” You did as he said, feeling him apply ice and numbing cream before spraying you with a burning disinfectant and stitching your stab wound shut. You tried to stay silent, feeling incredibly guilty for making him do this, but a few uncomfortable whimpers escaped eventually. Every so often, he would squeeze your hand or stroke your other thigh, mumbling praise and sweet nothings every time he heard you sniffle or take a shaky breath.

“Done,” he finally stood up, after packing gauze down thickly and bandaging your upper thigh, and kissed your forehead. “Now let me clean all this.” He glanced at the cut down your arm. You nodded, letting him clean away the dry blood as tears flowed thick and fast down your cheeks. Eventually, you were able to sit up. FP wrapped his arm around your waist, supporting a lot of your weight. You leant into his chest.

“Please can you take me home?” You asked softly. He smiled and pulled you off the table.

“Sure, baby.”

Soon enough, you were lying in FP’s bed in the trailer, jacked up on pain killers, having your hair stroked softly, listening to a Smiths vinyl.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” FP was the first to break the silence. You shook your head. “Well I need to ask some things babe, you know I need to know.” You nodded in defeat. “How did this even come about?”

“There were a group in the school parking lot, around our age maybe? And started asking if I knew you, they already knew that you were the new leader. I don’t know how. And then eventually I said I knew you and they put me in their car, saying I was needed to send a message. They thought I was a Serpent, they were targeting young Serpents outside the school.” You moved in closer to your Serpent King, making the harsh realisation that you were lucky to have been caught over any of your friends or your boyfriend’s family. FP stroked your back softly.

“I should have been there. I was meant to meet you after school.”

“And if you had been there you’d have been met with your opposition on your first day as the leader, and that’d have been really bad.”

“But you’d have been safe-“

“You don’t know that, F, you don’t know what they might have had on them,”

“You probably wouldn’t have been beaten and stabbed, though,” you went quiet at that. He was probably right. He sighed before sitting up.

“Babe...” he hesitated. “I don’t know if you’re safe anymore.” You laughed incredulously.

“What gave you that idea?” Your smile quickly faded when you saw his face, serious and sad. “What do you mean?” You asked him softly.

“I don’t think you should be with me anymore. You’re not safe while I’m the leader. You got stabbed on my first day for fuck’s sake,”

“No.” You interrupted. He looked at you confused.

“No?”

“I’m not letting you do this. You are not breaking up with me. I knew what I was getting involved with when I met you, I never looked back and I never had a single regret. And I got stabbed today because I wasn’t giving any information about you. I love you and I know what I’m involved with here, so I’m sorry but I am not leaving.” FP looked at you, hesitant before smiling ever so slightly.

“Are you sure?”

“I just got stabbed and I’m still refusing to leave you, I’m pretty sure.” You laughed.

“I love you,” FP stated with a startling intensity, before moving forward and kissing you hard. You kissed him back and moved a hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled as he pulled away. Trying to be as subtle as possible, you shifted uncomfortably, feeling a dull, pulsating ache across your whole body. FP watched as you tried to relieve the pain in any way you could, his face etched in guilt. He sighed and eventually stood up, gathering pillows from his bed in his arms. “Get up, baby,” he smiled, lying pillows where you’d been cuddled up. “Now get back down,” he giggled as you slowly climbed back down. As your body sunk into the softer, squishier layer, you sighed in slight relief. FP sat beside you, stroking your hair softly, whispering sweet nothings to you. Your cheeks grew warmer and pinker with every word he spoke, his eyes occasionally ghosting over your bruises. Your arms and legs had began turning purple, as well as your eye. Paired with a fat lip, you looked like a true gang banger. Eventually he moved again.

“I can’t take seeing you like this,” he mumbled, his face hovering over yours. Ever so gently, he leant down and pressed his lips to the purple skin throbbing against your eye and cheekbone. You smiled uncontrollably despite the slight pain it caused. Slowly, he moved down your body, kissing your swollen lips, arms, the fist shaped grey patch on your stomach (when you cringed away from him touching your tummy he tickled you until you let him kiss you), and finally the bandage around your thigh. When he came back up, goofy, sideways smile plastered on his face, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, kissing him hard. You ran your tongue across his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth and nibbling it softly.

“Whoa, whoa,” he giggled as he pulled away. “Let’s not get carried away, sweetie,” you frowned at him. “Come on, don’t give me those eyes. We’re not fucking tonight, okay? I’m still pretty hungover and I thought you were going to die a few hours ago.” He giggled, stroking the hair out of your face. As you looked into his eyes, you saw his gaze suddenly intensify. “I love you,” he whispered, holding you tighter.

“I love you too,” you mumbled against him, before kissing him again softly. You could get used to your man being the Serpent King if it meant more evenings like this. Heck, you’d even get used to being stabbed if it meant you got to kiss him goodnight every night and see his smile every morning.

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Yay!

I’m so so happy that “Serpents Never Let Eachother Go” reached 100 notes! I was so proud of it and I’m glad other people seem to like it too!

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This is God baby this isn’t random

Song: Esta Noche by Ariana Grande (unreleased)

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Serpents never let eachother go - FP Jones x Reader One Shot

Summary - you’re a young serpent, and your boyfriend FP Jones has a one night “engagement” with Alice Cooper. You do not deal with finding out about it well.

Warnings - age gap (legal reader), violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex

“BETTY COOPER” your voice echoed and boomed down the school corridor. You saw the pristine blonde ponytail whip around, its partnering crown beanie also turning to look at you, both wide eyed and confused. However, you didn’t give a shit how she felt. In fact, you wanted her to hurt. You ran towards her, slamming her against the lockers. Other students made a circle around you, watching as serpent queen and princess clashed in the hallway. FP Jones was yours, and her filthy mother had sunk her dirty fangs into him.

“Yo what the fuck?!” Jughead shouted beside you.

“Stay out of this jug.” You snapped, kneeing Betty in the stomach. “This is between me and the Coopers.” You fought his hands off when he tried to grab you. He pulled your serpent jacket off in the process.

“What?!” Betty looked up at you.

“Your traitor mother showed up to FP’s trailer last night,” you pushed her into the ground, “and she fucked him. Your mother fucked my man!” You heard gasps, whoops and whistles from all around you. All you could see was red. Before you knew it, your knees were pinning her arms down, fists flying wherever they could. You were hurting, you were distressed, and you needed her to feel it too.

Two arms wrapped around you from behind and scooped you upward, legs and arms flailing, screaming profanities to whoever could hear them. You heard Jughead in your ear “Call my dad now, I’m taking this one home.”

In the parking lot of the school you were still raging, and Jug wouldn’t let go of you in case you ran back to cause any more damage.

“GET IN THE TRUCK NOW” he screamed at you. You flung the door open and slammed it hard, feeling the whole vehicle shake. He got in the driving seat and pulled away quickly. “What the fuck just happened?”

“She fucked your dad. Alice fucking slept with FP. I knew they had history but what the fuck?! He’s mine!” You ran your hands through your hair and sighed.

“Okay, so why did you feel the need to knock Betty out over that?”

That caught you by surprise. You didn’t even know.

“I lost control, seeing her just made me think of Alice, finding her in FP’s t shirt in the trailer this morning.”

“Was my dad not there?” You nodded sadly, remembering the scene.

You’d walked into his trailer this morning to pick up some books you’d left the night before, and there she was. Alice Cooper, standing against the kitchen counter, FP’s flannel hanging loosely off her shoulders, hair messed up, makeup smudged. You’d just looked at her, jaw slack, eyes wide. You’d heard a mumbled profanity from behind you: FP had entered. You looked at him, feeling your heart crack clean in two, before storming outside into the intense cold of the morning. FP had chased you, grabbing onto you, pleading for you to listen to an explanation. You had nothing to say, and didn’t have anything to hear. You knew what he’d done.

“I don’t care how in control you are, you don’t just beat someone up because someone they know did something bad!” Jughead snapped you back to present times, you glanced out the window to see the train tracks passing, you’d entered the south side. “Now your friend and my girlfriend is probably lying on the floor bleeding out while I deal with your emotional baggage. Just use your fucking brain.”

It was now Jughead’s turn to sigh. He pulled up outside the Whyte Wyrm and before the car had fully stopped you were already out.

“Wait, don’t go crazy, wait for me!” You heard him shout after you as you stalked inside.

It was dimly lit inside, and almost empty. A girl was behind the bar and a couple old serpents were hanging around a table in the back. FP looked up at you from the small group and his eyes lit up. You stalked toward him, fists balled. Then he jarred, seeming to remember the morning.

“What have you done FP?” It came out as more of a statement. You stopped right in front of him, moving your hair out your face. His eyes caught sight of your knuckles, bruised and bloodied. He reached out tenderly, his eyes sad and concerned. You snatched your hands away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me.”

He held his hand up in surrender, “Okay let’s just calm down now, please.”

“I saw her in your fucking trailer! In my favourite of your shirts!” His eyes widened as you pushed him backward harshly. Everyone on his table moved away. He wasn’t expect you to call him out like this. Jughead stood beside you, both of you looking up at his dad.

“Come back to my place and we can talk about this private-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you, FP.”

It was at this point Archie entered.

“Why does Betty have a broken nose?!” He shouted at you. You didn’t understand why you were the one under attack here.

“Oh just suck my dick Archie I’m not dealing with you right now,” you snapped back, not even breaking eye contact with FP. His jaw dropped slightly.

“Betty? You beat Betty up?”

“You fucked her mother.”

“Come with me now.” He growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you outside.

You didn’t speak to him all the way back to the trailer, and as soon as you entered you turned on him. Your fists pounded into his chest, screaming every name under the sun. He stood still, letting you take out all of your anger on him. When you started to slow, he caught your fists and looked at them closely, letting you cuss him out. He stayed silent, lips pursed.

“Are you finished?” He asked when you went quiet. You nodded and finally looked away. “Am I allowed to clean you up?” His eyes were soft and guilt ridden. You nodded again.

Slowly, he guided you to the sink, running your fists under the cold water. You hissed in pain and blinked away tears, not even knowing what the cause of them was. Either way, emotionally or physically, your body was racked with pain.

“I’m sorry,”

“Is that all you have to say FP? “Sorry?””

“Well what else do you want me to say?”

“We shouldn’t even be having this conversation. I’m your girl, so you don’t fuck other women.”

“It was a moment of weakne-“

“I literally gave you head yesterday afternoon, you can’t have been desperate for it.”

FP opened his mouth and closed it again, turning away.

“Keep your hand under there, I’m getting bandages,” he mumbled, a twang of sadness in his usually calm, rough voice. For the first time since your foul discovery that morning, you were alone. Letting your emotions finally overcome you, tears began to freely fall down your cheeks. FP returned with a small box, and he wordlessly started cleaning your wounds, finishing them with a thin bandage, allowing you to cry throughout, unable to look you in the eye.

“Do you love her?” You finally managed to ask.

“No,” he responded instantly, hands on the countertop, looking out his window.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes! Yes I love you, you know I do.” You raised your eyebrows. “I fucked up okay? Incredibly. Yes, me and Alice have history dating back before you were even born, but I never loved her the way I loved you. I’ve never loved anyone, truly, except you. I might be older than you but do I know how to deal with these emotions? No. Did I know it was wrong? Of course! She wouldn’t leave though, she wouldn’t leave until after you came to see me this morning, as if she was making a point, as if I’ll always be a slave to her. She wasn’t doing it for you, to be a good person and show you I cheated, she walked in here, pushed me until I said yes and used me. She used me to scare you off, trying to keep her daughters friends away from the gang she abandoned. She doesn’t want Betty near any of us. I’m sorry I was so weak. I love you.” He finally tore his eyes from the window to look at you. You were looking straight ahead, your back against the counter top.

“You really hurt me, F.” You whispered.

“I know,”

“What were you even thinking?”

“I wasn’t,”

“I love you too.”

From the corner of your eye you saw his mouth twitch into a tiny, one sided smile.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head in response.

“I don’t want to see my dad’s reaction to the fact I’ve probably been suspended again.”

He nodded and chuckled, “do you wanna stay here?”

“On the couch, yeah. I’m not sleeping in that bed.” More tears began to form. FP stepped in front of you, one hand gently cupping your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. When the tears fell he brushed them away softly, kissing your forehead.

You spent the evening sat cross legged on FP’s couch, his jacket around your shoulders. It was hard to look at him still, every time you looked into his dark eyes you saw Alice Cooper biting his lip and scratching down his back. You cursed quietly and went back to FP’s first aid kit. Every time you thought of it your nails dug into your palms and you’d finally drawn blood. While you dabbed at the scarlet crescent moons on your hands, FP came up behind you frowning. His hands found your waist and you froze, confused about how you felt toward his moment of tenderness.

“What’s this?” He asked softly, eyeing the bloodied cotton on the countertop. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck. You blushed.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, imagining it.”

“You’re making this worse for yourself, baby.” You spun in his arms and looked up at him, making eye contact for the first time in hours.

“My heart hurts, F. You hurt me, you made a mistake and I’m hurting.” He hung his head.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he pulled you into a hug. You breathed in the smell of old cigarettes, whisky and cheap beer: the smell of home.

“I’m even more worried about my dad and brother’s reaction to all of this, news travels fast between the young Serpents.”

“Oh, trust me baby, me too.”

“I hope you understand how hard you’re going to have to work to stop me from being upset,” FP’s hand ghosted over your cheek.

“Oh, trust me baby, I really do,” he smiled softly, running his thumb over your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitated before nodding. Slowly, his lips pressed against yours, and it was unlike any kiss you’d shared before. The hand on your jaw moved to brush through your hair, and his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, crushing the space between you. You could feel the intensity in the way he gripped your hair, and the way you had absentmindedly grabbed a fist full of his t shirt. Slowly, carefully, he pushed you until your back was against the counter. FP smiled when you gasped due to the cold wood hitting your thighs. When he pulled away, your eyes flitted open.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled at your response and stroked your hair gently.

“Now promise me that whenever I make a mistake in future you won’t pin your friends to the ground.”

“Promise me you won’t make a mistake of this size again and I won’t have to.” He moved so close that his stubble grazed against your face, a small sideways smirk dancing across his lips.

“Deal.”

[smalltownboymp3]

Reblog if you're a Hufflepuff.

gryffindor | ravenclaw | slytherin

[riverdalecentral]

#F.P. in glasses #we didn’t know we wanted it #but it’s what we deserve

[boredenglishstudent]

Blazed - Sweet Pea one shot

First Sweet Pea writing! It’s a little short but I had fun with this one ☺️

Summary - after doing your first mission on your own, the pressure from your fellow serpents starts affecting you. Fang invites you for a smoke before your boyfriend Sweet Pea gets home

Warnings!!! - drug abuse (weed), sexual implications

Feeling your throat burn and your mind cloud over was exactly what you’d needed. Your hands trembled slightly as you raised the pipe to your lips again, closing your eyes as you inhaled.

The mission the serpents had sent you on was your first alone, and, although you’d pulled it off generally unscathed in Ghoulie territory, the pressure from your own gang, your own family, was intense. You needed to relax and the impending questioning and further missions was not allowing for a final destress.

Fangs had realised how you were feeling earlier and had invited you for a smoke and a talk. So that’s what you were doing, sitting on your porch with your friend, getting blazed and trying to explain how everyone had made you feel: undermined, untrusted, no one believed in you.

As you took one more drag you finally felt a strong hit, lying back against the cold wood.

“What the hell is this?” You heard a voice say from far away. Fangs laughed breathily.

“Here we go,” he mumbled.

“What?” You asked, opening one eye and seeing a figure walking up to your trailer.

“Seriously Fangs?” You heard Sweet Pea spit, gesturing to you lying on your back, eyes half open, giggling.

“She’s fine!”

“She’s stoned!” Your boyfriend moved closer, standing between your knees, looking down at Fangs.

“Babe I’m okay,” you spoke, your voice raspy with a lazy smile stretching across your face. Sweet Pea’s eyes softened seeing you so happy and relaxed, even if it was due to your intoxication.

“Fangs go home, I’ll take care of this,” he sighed, hooking his arm under your waist and pulling you up. Fangs laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Good luck with that. Just don’t mention food!” He shouted over his shoulder, walking away from you both.

“Ooooo food!” You looked up at Sweet Pea. He rolled his eyes and laughed, opening the door and placing his hand on the small of your back. You let him guide you through to the couch, your fist still coiled around the green glass pipe.

“Okay give that to me now,” he looked at you with his doe eyes, hand outstretched. You shook your head.

“It’d be rude not to finish it off,”

“It’ll finish you off first. You better stop while you’re still okay... relatively.” He smiled helplessly as you started giggling again. “I’ll order you a pizza.”

“Yessss!” You whispered as he slumped down on the couch beside you, letting you curl against his side. He stroked your hair and laughed quietly.

“Yo you reek of weed,”

“That’s funny, considering I smoked a load of it.” You looked up at Sweet Pea as he kissed your forehead.

“How did the mission go? Find what we needed?” Your boyfriend asked, pushing some hair out of your face. You simply nodded in response. “Should I ask why you and Fangs were getting lit on our porch then?” You sighed.

“I felt like no one believed I could do it and it set me on edge. The amount of times you all asked me if I wanted or needed someone to come with me, FP kept saying I should take you, the way everyone looked so unsure when I said I’d go in the first place. It’s like I only exist here to be your girlfriend even though I passed my initiation before you did. I’m “Sweet Pea’s girl” now, my old nickname isn’t even used.” Pea smiled as he remembered your first conversation with him when he gave you it. “And don’t get me wrong Pea, I love being your girl, but I just feel like that’s all I am now, like I’m not my own person anymore.” He nodded and stroked your hair.

“I’ll go to the meeting early tomorrow. I’ll speak to FP and tell him how you feel. It’s true, you’ve been part of this longer than I have and you’ve not been allowed to do anything alone. You’re young, yeah, but you’re tougher than most of the guys out there.” You smiled at that, snuggling in closer.

“Are you angry at me?” You asked softly.

“For what? Getting blazed with Fangs? As if I haven’t done that before.” He laughed and you leant up to peck his cheek, before swinging your leg over both of his, straddling him. “Whatcha doing there stoner?” You smiled.

“I just want a kiss, please.”

He looked up at you, his dark eyes searching yours. A moment later, his large hand slipped around to the small of your back, under his hoodie that you’d borrowed (or stolen, rather, but he didn’t know he wasn’t getting it back). His thumb hooked through the belt loop above your ass, smiling.

“Be my guest, sweetheart.”

You dipped your head toward his, pressing your lips firmly against his. Softly, you raised your hands, dragging them through your boyfriend’s hair. He hummed against your lips in response, you knew he loved when you did that.

“That tickled,” you mumbled against his lips. He laughed and pecked your lips softly. Slowly, you stood up.

“Is it hot in here? Are you a little warm?” You asked Pea, standing up slowly. He looked at you, puzzled.

“Not really, are you?”

“Yeah, would you like to be?” You smirked, turning your back and slowly pulling his hoodie over your head, revealing nothing but a black bralette underneath. Sweet Pea’s jaw dropped slightly behind you, watching the sway of your ass as you strutted through to the bedroom.

“But, babe, the pizza!”

“Fuck the pizza! Fuck me instead!” You called back. Well, he wasn’t going to say no to that.

[danverscarol]

[boredenglishstudent]

I mean who gave him the riGHT

[geraltofriviias-deactivated2023]

Relationship status: Fall in love with a Southside Serpent.

[wintrcaptn]

Imagine dating FP Jones

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

[crankynewt]

A little appreciation for the most under appreciated character on TV.

Where’s all the love for Kevin?!

[weasleymagic]

Ok honestly petition for the CW to make a show based solely on the Southside Serpents cause I need more of my babies

[boredenglishstudent]

Reveal - FP Jones One Shot

My first one shot!!!

FP Jones - one shot

SOFT FP

Description - you are Archie Andrews’ sister, and you’re friends with the whole squad, but they’re about to find out that you have a secret relationship with one of your friend’s parents

Warnings - age gap (reader of legal age), anxiety, panic attacks, implied sexual relations

“Where have you been?!” Your brother Archie shouted to you from the porch as you got out of your old truck.

“Pop’s, obviously” you responded nonchalantly; you’d become good at lying to him since you couldn’t tell him where you spent most of your time.

Where you had been was the trailer park in the south side, spending some time with the king himself: FP Jones. What had been an average school day turned into an extremely perfect evening, when FP called and said he had a surprise. You pulled up to his trailer to see him with his lopsided grin leaning against the door frame. He had given you a serpents jacket - one of his old ones to be exact, the one you always borrowed because it was so worn it had become soft and he loved the way it hung off your shoulders and dragged just above your thighs. A new label was stitched into the inside: “love FP x”.

The jacket in question was now lying in the backseat of your car, you knew he’d given it to you to wear around the south side and when you were alone, because you both knew that everyone in your life would revolt at the sight of it.

“I thought Pop’s was closed tonight? Ronnie’s working on the speakeasy,” Archie frowned while wandering toward your truck. You weren’t prepared for this.

“Oh, did I say Pop’s? I meant-“

“What’s in your back seat?”

“Nothing!” You said, glancing over your shoulder. You had to throw him off the scent.

“Get it out,” his gaze hardened.

You froze for a second before silently admitting defeat. You reached into the backseat and pulled the jacket out. He ripped it out of your grip before you had a chance to begin to explain. You’d never seen someone look more angry as his eyes flitted over the giant snake embroidered on the back.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled. He gathered his thoughts before losing it entirely. He ran into the house screaming for your dad. “Look what she’s done! Look at what your fucking daughter is doing!” Your dad ran downstairs clouded in concern, before his eyes set on what Archie was holding.

“Give that to me,” He ordered, his hand held out, “now.”

You cringed as you watched Archie’s nails scratch along the collar, but that was better than when your dad saw the note inside. He gasped then dropped the jacket completely.

“FP?” He looked at you, his emotions completely unreadable. Confusion seemed to peak.

“What?” Archie asked, picking up the jacket. He hardened, throwing it back down, then ran upstairs, whipping his phone from his pocket.

“FP Jones?!” Your dad screamed. You could do nothing but look at the floor and nod. “You’re so youn-”

“We waited,” You interrupted, finally finding your voice. “Until he’d even see me alone. We waited. He knew I liked him but he wouldn’t get involved.”

“Because he’s already got a criminal record!” He retorted as the front door burst open, Jughead and Betty running in.

“What is happening, tell me he’s lying.” Jughead stormed towards you, hair falling into his eyes, jacket hanging off one shoulder. They’d clearly ran across from Betty’s house. You looked at the floor and shook your head. Betty picked your jacket up off the floor and handed it to Jug, eyeing the label. “This is my dad’s jacket?”

“Yeah,”

“And he gave it to you?”

“Yeah,”

“How long-“

“Not long, I promise. Since my birthday.”

Archie returned to the living room, giving you a glare you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemies. Your lip began to wobble uncontrollably as you fixed your eyes back onto the floor. A couple tears began to fall.

“Don’t give me this bullshit,” Archie looked down at you with stone cold eyes. “Don’t start acting like the victim here-“

“And you think I’m not? If I’m not who is?!” You tore your eyes from the floor to your brother. A silence rippled through the room as everyone thought over your point.

Then you all heard the sound of a motorbike engine, far away but growing closer and closer.

“Is that him?!” Your dad shouted to anyone with an answer.

“I texted him, I didn’t think he’d even read it,” Jughead responded as the door, for the third time tonight, opened with a confused and shaken person running through. FP took a moment to look around the room, at you sat hunched on the couch, Archie stood with Fred, Jughead holding your jacket by the collar and Betty beside him. All stood over you. All staring at him. He sighed.

“What do you want to know?” He said looking straight at Fred.

You watched as both Archie and Fred’s fists curled tighter, and Jughead tossed your jacket on the couch he moved to stand between his father and his best friend. Betty sat on the couch watching the scene unfold.

“”What do we want to know”... are you serious right now?!” Archie managed to shout incredulously.

“Archie...”

“No, FP, you don’t get to talk to me like that. Don’t you dare walk into my house and try to get me to calm down. You’re fucking my sister. You’re twice her age.”

Your dad recoiled at Archie’s words and you closed your eyes tightly.

“Archie calm the fuck down!” You shouted, life finally sprinting into your vocal cords. Everyone turned back to you. FP’s eyes widened. Standing up slowly, you felt nothing but fire. “You don’t decide what I get to do, who I get to see, or where I spend my time. Stop trying to control me. Stop caring so much.”

“Caring so much?! He’s so much older than you, we went to school together.” Your dad interjected. You blushed crimson and decided you’d had enough. Without another word you stood up and walked out, stopping in front of Archie just to tell him “For your information, we haven’t even had sex yet.” You grabbed your keys that you’d dropped in the porch, jumped into your car and sped away.

In your house, attention was now turned to FP. It was Jughead’s turn to try to make sense of the situation.

“Dad, please tell us what the fuck is happening.”

FP sighed again, this time in utter defeat.

“I knew she liked me, whenever you guys were in the south side there were signs, and I didn’t mind it. We talked about it and I convinced her to wait. You know at her birthday when sweet pea turned up and took her away? That was to see me, when I told her that, if she wanted me, we’d be able to make it work now that she was of a legal age. And that’s what we’ve been doing. Making it work.” He stopped and looked around. Fred looked distraught, Archie was still angry. Making his way to the couch, FP picked up his old jacket turned to walk away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Archie stepped forward.

“Your little sister just ran out of here on her own thinking her family and friends hate her. She suffers from extreme panic attacks. It’s January and the heat in her car is broken.” At this point FP turned to Fred, “I have the parts at home to fix it up for her, I’ve just not been able to have the time with her.” Your dad nodded slowly. “I know exactly where she runs to when she’s scared or overwhelmed, and she will be freezing. I’m taking her jacket to her, which I only gave her to wear around the south side so she’ll be protected by everyone and won’t feel like an outsider. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to find her.” FP looked at Jughead who gave him a nod, wordlessly telling him “I’ll take it from here”. With that, he turned and stalked out, kicking his bike into action.

You sat in your car, radio untuned to blast white noise, trying to remember how to breathe. You stared out at the river, wondering how you got yourself into this state. With that, your walls came crashing down, tears spilling out of your eyes, face contorting into a frantically sobbing mess. You pulled at your hair, your legs trembled uncontrollably, and felt that at any second your chest could crack open from the pressure building. Then, again, you heard a motorbike engine bombing closer and closer. You began to gasp desperately, unable to see how you’d survive this one.

The sound of knuckles hitting your window snapped you back into reality. You looked around to see FP’s dark, pleading eyes staring straight into yours.

“Open the door,” he started. Your face crumpled again. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR.” His fist slammed against the window, forcing you to cower back. He hated being helpless to you. He couldn’t stand his serpent princess being so broken. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for shouting, please help me out here.” You paused before nodding and weakly opened the door. Instantly, you felt two strong arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

“I can’t breathe... I can’t breathe.” Was all you could manage before groaning in pain and clutching at your chest. FP’s fingers slowly dragged up and down your arm. “This is a bad one, hm?” He mumbled. You nodded and tried to stop breathing so damn fast. “We’re gunna do this like we’ve practiced okay? Breathe with me here.” He inhaled as he stroked up your arm, and exhaled as he stroked back down. You struggled at first before finding his rhythm. “You’re doing amazing, you’re doing so well sweetie,” he kept muttering as your weak, shaky breaths began getting longer.

Eventually your panic turned to sadness, instead of trembling your body was now shaking with the sobs that raced through you. FP squeezed you tighter as your tears seeped through his t shirt.

“I fucked it up, F,” you cried, your eyes tightly shut. “They all hate me, my family and my friends, Archie hates me.” FP stayed quiet as you aired out your thoughts. “Please don’t leave me, F.” You whispered, your body curling up smaller, feeling your heart break at the thought of being without the man who seemed to be made for you. This was the man who protected you at all costs, who would drop everything to be with you if you needed him, who, despite his quiet and calm outer shell, was soft and caring inside, but only to his inner circle.

“Hey! Hey hey hey, shhh,” he whispered, stroking your hair, “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You haven’t fucked anything up bab-“

“I should have hidden the jacket, or at least put it in the trunk.”

“Maybe, but they’d have found it eventually, even if they didn’t they’d have found out about us. I’m jughead’s dad, and you know some of the serpents already know, they can’t keep it a secret for much longer. Jug would have told Archie straight away, and this would have happened again, but it’d have been worse because we’d have been together longer.” You nodded in response, he was always so level headed, so logical and calm. The opposite of you, a constant whirlwind of emotion, negative, anxious thoughts would periodically tear through your insides like a tornado, and he was the only one who could keep you calm.

“Are you okay enough to drive?” He whispered after a while. You nodded back. “You’re gunna drive to my place, I’m gunna follow you on my bike, we’re finishing this at home.”

“Is Jughead angry?” FP laughed.

“Seriously? Jughead is your biggest worry?”

“You’re my biggest worry F,” you looked up at him, he softened seeing your eyes so red and glassy.

“Jughead is talking to them all now, he’s definitely okay, he was the one stood between us all. We protect our own, and you’re one of us.” He kissed your forehead and stood up. “Speaking of...” he stood, and pulled your jacket off the handlebars of his bike, passing it over to you. “You’re freezing, lets get you home.”