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.”
