#daddy jones

[fedoraology]

daddy. just look at him with silver hair, his usual gear and his pretty face.

[imagininghim]

can you do fp on your graduation would include?

FP on your graduation day would include...

A/N: I am not gonna lie, I stopped watching Riverdale after season two and from what I heard, it is all over the place now but I will always write for FP Jones because I adore Skeet Ulrich.

TW: Maybe swearing but that's it and as always the reader is of age. This would be her graduating high school but she is 18/19!

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~ To say he was proud, was an under statement.

~ You lived on the Southside for your whole life, FP had watched you grow since you were a little girl and now you were a young woman.

~ Your parents were drug addicts and being the only child, they didn't seem to care much on what you did or who you did.

~ The day you turned 18, they abandoned you like yesterday's news.

~ FP and Jughead took you in and let you stay with them, eventually finding your real place is this fucked up world.

~ While staying with them, you began to develop some feelings for the Serpent leader. I mean it's not like you hadn't noticed how good looking and kind he was before.

~ Eventually, you and FP would share a kiss between the two of you which then led to more steamy outcomes. Over time, you and FP decided to take things to the next level and became a couple.

~ Jughead was supportive but you couldn't say the same for your classmates and other towns folk. People would begin to slut shame you and spread rumours about you and FP.

~ But you stayed strong and ignored them. You worked you ass off in your senior year and got straight A's as well as getting into a good university.

~ When it would come time for your graduation ceremony, FP was the first one there.

~ He would sit in the crowd with Fred and Alice, like a supportive parent (he was also there for Jughead but this is about the reader so, yeah.) but also so he wouldn't embarrass you.

~ When your name was called, he would cheer out loud. Yelling such things as, "that's my girl!" to which you would blush and try to pay no mind to him.

~ After the ceremony, he would stand there with (Y/F/F) and a big smile on his face.

~ "I'm so proud of you baby girl!" Picking you up and spinning you in his arms.

~ You, FP, and everyone else would make your way over to Pop's for a celebratory supper before heading home.

~ " You know, Jughead's not going to be home tonight." He would begin to whisper into your ear. "Which means you and I have the whole place to ourselves." With a blush creeping across your face, he would continue as a hand trailed up your thigh. "And I have so many things planned to celebrate my baby girls success."

~ You couldn't wait to go home.

[flowerbloom-arts]

Okay I may be starting to project a little again.

[khemystery]

I politely ask for your hand in marriage 💍🙇🏻‍♀️

[evansartandstuff]

The Moominpappa’s Memoirs TRAILER is out! Thanks to everyone who did this with me! An improvised, no script, all fun!

[laraiswriting]

Is it true what they say? [FP Jones x reader] - Part 4

Warnings:  reader is around 20, english is not my first language (probably mistakes in grammar/tenses), some angst

Pairing: FP Jones x reader

Summary: FP gets released from jail and there is sexual tension between him and the reader.

You woke up with an incredibly hurtful headache. No more drinking you exhorted yourself. But you knew that you would drink again. Exactly like the last time and the time before that. Sometimes a tiny voice tried to warn you. Telling you that you're slowly getting a problem with alcohol. But a more demanding voice encouraged you to drink again. You sighed. This was a problem to be solved somewhere in the future.

You stretched out your arm, searching for your phone. You wondered how long you'd slept. 11:25 am. Not as long as you'd expected. Ignoring the pain in your head as much as possible you stumbled to the bathroom to splash some fresh and cold water in your face. You risked a look in the mirror and groaned. The person looking back at you looked awful. Make up smudged, hair disheveled, pale face and... what was that? You inspected your neck closer. Various red marks in different sizes plastered the left side of your neck.

You scoffed. Hickeys. The memory of yesterday rushed back into your mind and you couldn't hold back a smile. FP and you were a thing. Kind of. At least you hooked up two times and one time the both of you were definitely sober. He even called you 'my love'. Or didn't he?  Your memories were a blur and you were absolutely not sure if this had happened for real or if it was just your wishful thinking.

You took your time to shower and get dressed. You even found a pain killer in the bathroom cabinet. An hour later you finally felt alive again and started to look for something to eat. But nothing you discovered was of your interested. You decided to have 'breakfast' at Pop's.

On your way out your phone started to ring. It was Jug. "Hey (y/n). You're awake?", he asked mischievously. "Haha, very funny", you scoffed. "What is it Jones? Inviting me for breakfast?", you sassed. "Actually, yes. I wondered if you wanted to eat with me and dad." You nearly choked. Having breakfast with Jug and FP alone? After yesterday?

"(y/n)?", you heard Jughead ask. "Uhm, yeah... Sorry, I was just avoiding a biker", you lied. "Breakfast sounds great. I am actually on my way to Pop's. Wanna meet there?" You hoped that he would just say 'yes'. Meeting at a public place would not be as awkward as being alone with the two of them in their trailer. "Wait a second", Jug said. "Ah, I can see you. Come over, we already have breakfast ready." You turned around, exactly knowing where the Jones are living.

I can do this you tried to persuade yourself. Nothing I haven't done in the past. Yeah, just like in the past. You ended the call and walked over to the Jones' trailer. The door opened by itself. Meaning, Jug opened it but immediately rushed back in. You entered with slightly shaking hands an closed the door behind you. It had been quite some time since you'd been here. But nothing seemed to have changed. You saw Jug flipping some eggs in the pan and FP already sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands, looking at you.

He looked tired. You had an almost overwhelming desire to hug him. "Rough night?", you asked him, a slight smile on your lips. He smiled back. "You don't come back from jail every day, you know. Everyone seemed to want a piece from me." He leaned back, winking. You sat down beside him, smiling. "Ready for some really good eggs?" Jug came back and the three of you ate in silence. You hadn't realised how hungry you were. You swallowed two times, earning laughter from both Jones.

When everyone was saturated and looked a lot happier than before, Jug stood up. "Meeting up with Betty and the others. Sorry (y/n). I'll make time for you tomorrow. I swear. I miss hanging out with you", he said and pulled you into a tight hug. You missed him, too. He had always been a great friend to you. He had been there in good times and in incredibly bad ones. "I miss you, too", you whispered in his ear, letting go of his embrace.

The door closed and you were still standig with FP sitting behind you. All of a sudden you were nervous. This was unknown territory. You had to do something.

"Let me help you with the dishes," you said while grabbing the plates. FP grabbed your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat at his touch. You looked down at your hands. "We have to talk about yesterday", he stated. This is it you thought. This is the moment where he says that it was nice but that he is not interested in more.  

"FP, look" you tried to make this easier for the both of you "I'll help you clean up and than I'll go. There's no need for you to soften the blow, ok? I understand." You forced yourself to look him right in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes. He looked back at you with an unreadable expression, not letting go of your wrist.

Suddenly he stood up, rounding the table and stopping right in front of you. He hesitated one tiny moment that made your heart stop in anticipation but then he cupped your face with his other hand lowering his head until his lips lightely touched yours.

You melted internally. His kiss was nothing like yesterday. It was soft and warm and full of tenderness. He pulled back a few inches and whispered "I don't want you to go. And hell, I am not rejecting you. Would you please stay?"

You never thought you would hear him say 'please'. In the many years of knowing him you were sure that you'd never hear him say this word before. But it wasn't just this one word, it was the way he said those sentences. You heard a pinch of hope and a lot of uncertainty. You couldn't say 'no'. And you sure did not want to.

"Of course I am staying, FP. I would like nothing more", you admitted with a fast pounding heart. FP pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck. And you were sure your heart was going to explode some day. This wasn't just a fling to you. You were falling for this man. You were falling fast and hard. You hoped that this wasn't going to end in a disaster.

[mymblesdaughters]

"Who's the girl?" I cried, unable to hide my surprise.

"A Fuzzy," said the King. "Full speed ahead, please! Well, they fell head over heels in love at first site, and they've been swapping buttons and running about holding hands and being generally silly ever since, and now they've sent a telegram to an aunt (but the Muddler says she's possibly eatan) and to several thousand Niblings and invited them all to the wedding. And of course Our kingdom's in grave danger. The Niblings eat anything! Give Us a glass of wine, please!"

-Tove Jansson, the Exploits of Moominpappa

[wumingsflower]

OK BUT KILLIAN IS LITERALLY CHECKING EMMA’S BELLY LIKE HE WILL BE ABLE TO SEE SOME SIGN WHETHER HER NOT RESTING IS AFFECTING HER OR THE BABY!?!?

HE IS A PRECIOUS CUPCAKE. PROTECT HIM.