Better Left Unsaid - When the reader returns to Riverdale, an unlikely reunion happens.
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Mr. Jones (SMUT) - The reader returns to her hometown of Riverdale as one of the biggest business CEO’s however things take a turn when she runs into a former flame.
A/N : This is my first ever attempt at any Riverdale fanfic. It’s probably way off, but I might try a few more to get better at it.
You were walking down the dark street barefoot, heels in your hand and your dress lifting slightly whenever the breeze blew past. “I think you’re on the wrong side of the tracks, sweetheart.”
Turning towards the voice, you glanced at the men across the street, big biker types, but your eyes stopped on one in particular. He was leaning against his bike, taking you in. “I beg to differ. I think I’m exactly where I want to be.”
A smile spread on his face, and you were happy to find he was the one who had called you sweetheart. “What’s a girl like you doing down here?”
“Looking for a drink.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep.” You licked your lips with a slight smile, and barely glanced at the other guys with him, a few of whom were drinking. “Got one to spare?” you cocked an eyebrow.
“I’ll do you one better. Hop on.” He straightened up, and gave his bike seat a smack, watching as you crossed the street. “You should put your shoes on. Never know what you’ll step in ‘round here.”
“I’m not as delicate as you seem to think.” You swung a leg over his bike and settled in. “Can I ride up front?” His smile widened again and he nodded. “Here, hold my shoes.” You tossed the heels to one of his friends who barely caught them, and he laughed as he got on behind you and started up the bike.
“What’s your name, sweetheart.”
“Y/N.” You turned and glanced at him over your shoulder. “And yours?”
“Call me FP. See you boys at the Wrym.”
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Imagine finding Archie kissing another girl and confiding in ~ FP Jones. {Request}♡
Imagine for my friend Kat 😊
Kat walked into Pop’s after school, hoping to satisfy her hunger with a burger and some fries, only to lose her appetite, after seeing something that shocked her. Her boyfriend, was standing by the jukebox, kissing one of her friends. It just so happened to be his ex girlfriend, Veronica.
Kat stood there, in shock for a few seconds, before snapping out of it, and decided she wasn’t going to break it up. Instead, she’d find her best friend, Jughead, and ask him for his much needed opinion.
About a half hour later, Kat found herself in the Southside, walking into the Whyte Wyrm.
After no signs of Jughead, she decided to sit at the bar and hangout for a bit. She couldn’t buy herself a drink, seeing as she was under age, but an older Serpent saw Kat sitting there looking upset, and generously offered her one. Kat thanked and smiled politely at the old man as she took the drink he had boughten her, from the counter and sipped it.
“You look like you could use it.” He smirked before winking at her. He was a sweet old man. Not the average badass biker. Maybe he was one back in the day, Kat chuckled to herself.
“I could.” She chuckled, taking a swig of it. “Hey, do you know Jughead? He’s a Serpent too... Maybe you’ve seen him around?”
“Of course I know Jug. I actually haven’t seen him today though... Are you his girl?” The old man smirked, looking at her knowingly.
“No,” Kat laughed, shifting uneasily on her bar stool.
“I did see FP. Maybe he knows where his boy is.” The man said, pointing over at the staircase at the back of the bar that Kat always assumed led to FP’s office or something like that.
“Thanks, uh-?”
“Bear.” He smiled.
“Can I call you, Teddy?” She grinned. Kat couldn’t help but feel an instant connection with the man.
“Teddy it is,-”
“Kat.” She laughed, telling him her name.
“Oh! Kat and Teddy. The perfect duo.” He grinned, delighted. “Well, I better get going.” He said taking one last swig of his drink. “It was nice meeting you, Kat. I wish the best of luck to you. See you around?”
“You as well. See you around, Teddy.”
Kat turned back around to look at the staircase Teddy pointed out earlier and she noticed FP was now standing on it, about to make his way up it. Kat jumped off her bar stool and ran over to him, deciding now was her chance to ask him if he had seen Jug, who for some reason, wasn’t answering any of her text messages.
“FP!”
“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard. Kat had caught him just in time before he could close the door behind him. “Kat?”
“Hi. Have you seen Jughead? He hasn’t been answering my calls or texts...”
“Oh, I sent him out with Sweetpea. Don’t worry, nothing too crazy, but it’s a bit of a drive... He might not be back for a while. Why? What’s up?”
“Oh-uh, it’s nothing...” Kat lied, fidgeting awkwardly, squeezing her phone in her hands. She has actually confided in him in the past, so she wasn’t uncomfortable doing so again, but she was worried he wouldn’t want to hear it this time, or that he might be too busy to hear her vent.
“You sure? Anything you need me to tell, Jug? Or anything you wanna talk about?” He asked, opening the door completely and inviting Kat inside.
“Actually...” She subconsciously made her way inside before continuing. “You’re a guy, right?- Don’t answer that.” FP laughed, shutting the door behind him, before letting her continue. “Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you caught your girlfriend kissing another guy?”
“Oh- boy, uh...” FP’s eyebrows fidgeted as he spoke. “I’d probably kill ‘em.” He answered, making her chuckle.
"Kill who? You’re girlfriend?”
“Both of ‘em.” He laughed, almost resembling Billy Loomis in the 1996 film, Scream.
“I’m kidding. I’m no killer. I’d probably, beat the guy up, make sure he knows my girl is off limits. As for my girl- if i thought she was worth keeping, then I’m sure we could work it out, but if she wants to keep cheating then I’d have to let her go... But- this isn’t a hypothetical question, is it?”
“Is it that obvious,” She laughed, trying to stop her eyes from watering. “I’m so stupid.” Kat wiped the excess water with her finger, preventing it from escaping her waterline. “Archie’s done this before... A part of me isn’t even all that surprised.”
“You aren’t stupid, Kat. Far from it. Just sounds likes like he needs to figure out what- or who he wants... But, for what it’s worth, if I were you, I wouldn’t stick around for someone who has trouble choosing to stay loyal to me. You deserve so much more than that. A beautiful, kind woman like yourself, deserves a man, willing to change for you. Not an immature boy that can’t make up his mind.”
“You’re so right... Why can’t I meet a guy like you, FP? Mature, loyal, knows what he wants...”
“And what exactly is it that I want?” He questioned before eliminating the distance between her and him.
“You haven’t exactly told me yet... But I’d like to think all those times you’ve helped me through tough times and gave me advice, meant a lot more to you than you originally led me to believe- BUT I could be wrong and probably sound like a complete-” Before Kat could continue, FP cut her off by crashing his lips into hers.
“But- FP.” Kat paused between the kissing, even though she wanted nothing else more than to continue kissing him.
“What?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her but pulling out of the kiss.
“I need to end things with, Archie... I don’t want to be just as bad as him.”
“Right, right.” He pulled away from her and the smile on his face vanished.
“Don’t worry,” Kat smirked, getting close to him and laying a quick, yet passionate kiss on his lips. “I’ll be right back, so we can continue where we left off.”
“I’ll be waiting,” FP grinned, feeling more confidant about his actions.
“Listen, I just stopped by to say that I know about you and Veronica...” Kat began after Archie opened his front door to greet her. “And I forgive you. I realize that you and her have history and sometimes, history repeats itself...”
“Kat...” He sighed, thinking he hurt her again, but in reality she was numb to his actions. She has been for a while.
“I don’t need an apology. And I don’t want to end things on bad terms. I just want you to know that I still care about you, I never stopped. And I still wish the best for you, and Veronica if that’s who you plan on being with.”
“I am sorry though, Kat... I didn’t want things to play out like this.”
“It’s fine, Archie. I also wanted to let you know that I’ve realized that there has been someone here for me for a while now and I never noticed how much he cared for me until today... I’m actually thinking he might be the one to change my world... I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself. I haven’t felt that way in a long while...”
“well, I’m happy for you, Kat. And I’ll always care for you, too. Thanks for the heads up.”
“I may need some time to get situated and get used to our new ways, but I’ll see you around school, Arch.”
“I’ll see you around school, Kat.” He smiled softly, before shutting the door as she walked off his property.
Kat made her way back to the Whyte Wyrm, to meet up with her date for the night, FP.
~Finished editing this while I was half-asleep so excuse any typos/mistakes I might have missed😴~
A/N: based off of Demi Lovato’s song ONLY FOREVER because every time I hear it I feel some typa way.
Warnings: Language , Smut (NSFW 18+) Practice safe sex , kiddos.
16 YRS Old
Y/N watches as he downs his shot before bending down over the table , lining up the pool stick with the cue ball. She loved the way his eyebrows furrowed and how his tongue would peak out of his mouth when he was focused. She smiled to herself when he raised his arms up in excitement after making his shot. “Your turn , princess.” He smiled. She felt the slight burning on her cheeks , blushing. She downed her shot and bent over lining up her pool stick with the cue ball , ready to take her shot. “Wait.” Her eyes follow him as he gets up from his spot and over to her. He stands behind her , one hand positioning her elbow at the right angle. The other holding his weight on the edge of the pool table as he lowers himself down. She can feel his hot breath blowing on her ear. Her body stiffens as she feels his entire body on her backside. “Relax.” He whispers. She does as she’s told. “Ok. Now take your shot. Not too hard.” She takes a deep breath , pulling the stick back several inches before striking the cue ball , softly but with enough power , and making her ball in. She grins widely as she straightens her posture. “Its all in the elbow.” He says , tapping his elbow. She laughs , shaking her head softly at his antics. “We’ve got the 8 ball left.” Pointing at the black ball on the table. “Lets make this interesting.” He smiles , devilishly. “Winner gets to ask for whatever they want. Loser pays the tab.” She rolls her eyes, “Thats not fair. You know i’ve suck at this game.”
“I know. Maybe this will give you enough motivation to not suck.” He shrugs. “I’ll be nice enough to let you go again. 3 chances to make the ball.” She thinks it over a minute before sticking her hand out , “You’ve got yourself a deal , bub.” He chuckles as he grabs her hand giving it a quick shake. She focuses as she takes her first shot and misses. She looks over at him and he shrugs. She positions herself in front of the cue ball again. She takes a deep breath and takes her shot. Fail. The pool stick goes over the cue ball and her head falls low, mentally cursing herself. “It’s alright , Princess. Hmm...? What do I want , what do I want?” She lifts her head up to glare at him as he playfully taps his chin. “I still have one shot left , asshole.” She says as she walks over to the other side of the pool table. She lowers herself down , calculating her last shot. She gives herself an assuring nod as she positions herself one last time. She takes in a deep breath , and shoots. Her mouth drops as the ball moves closer and closer to the corner pocket. She brings her hands up in midair , ready to shoot them up and celebrate her victory when suddenly the ball stops. “WHAT?!” She yells. He comes over to her , laughing. “Better luck next time , kiddo.” He ruffles her hair , and bends down over the table making his last shot with ease. “That doesnt count.” She pouts , fixing her hair. “Of course it does.” He smiles , proudly. She rolls her eyes as she digs in to her front pockets , pulling out 40$. “Not so fast. Winner goes first.” He smiles. She rolls her eyes , waiting for whatever ridiculous thing he’s going to ask for. Swear ,if he asks me for my friend’s number again I’m gonna- ”What is your deepest darkest secret.?” He interrupts her thoughts. “What?” She raises an eyebrow at his question. “You heard me. “ he slowly walks towards her. “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking.” He stands just a few feet away from her , reaching out , placing his hands on her waist. “I feel the way you tense up when I’m near you.” He pulls her towards him. “The way you blush when I call you Princess.” He brings a hand up to caress her cheek. Her breathing becomes ragged as she gazes up in to his eyes. “The way you feel about me. That’s your deepest darkest secret isnt it? I want to know.”
“How can you be so sure , it is?” She challenges , causing him to smirk. “We wont know until you say it.” He drops his hands from her body and begins to back away slowly. She grabs both of his wrists stopping him. “I love you.” She blurts. “I’m sorry what was that?” He raises his hand up to his ear , smiling , messing with her. She playfully smacks him and he places his hands on her waist again , looking down at her. “I said,” she rests her wrists on his shoulders , as her thumbs gently trace his jaw, “I love you. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the second.”
He smirks. “Well guess what , Y/F/N. I love you , too.” She smiles , and he brings himself down to kiss her. He pulls away “Just so we’re clear , this isnt a best friend type of ‘I love you’ right?” “No.” She giggles. “Ok , good.” He smiles , and she raises herself up on her tippy-toes to kiss him again.
18 YRS OLD
“Do you really have to go?” She whines. She looks up at him from where she sat on the bench. “Even if I didnt want to, its too late , i’m already here.” They were both waiting for the bus to take FP to the airport. She looks over at the backpack next to her. The only things he owned , stuffed inside. She pulls the pamphlet from the side pocket , opening it. “Of all the other things you could have done. You chose the Army?” She sighs , stuffing the pamphlet back inside. “If it gets me outta this town. I’m up for it.” He slides the backpack over to the other side and he takes a seat next to her. “I’ll be back. Eventually. If I dont die.” She rolls her eyes as he chuckles. “It’s just bootcamp. I’ll be gone for at least 6 months. No biggie.”
“Cant you take me with you?” She grabs on to his arm , shaking it slightly. “C’mon , kid.” He brings a hand up to remove her grip on his arm. “You’ll be alright. I promise to call you. And when I cant call. I promise to write. You just gotta remember not to forget about me.” He winks. He grabs his backpack , slipping the strap over his shoulder as the bus begins to pull up. “Like I would ever forget you.” She sighs. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead before walking up to the bus. “Remember.” He calls back to her. She nods and watches him board. She stops the tears from falling as she watches the bus take the love of her life away for 6 months.
As the months pass , FP’s contact with Y/N went from constant to every once in a while. She reread his letters over and over when he didn’t call. She would write to him when she didn’t receive a new letter. She missed him , and just wanted to know if he missed her too. When the 6th month was finally up , He called her to tell her he wouldn’t be coming back. Not for another three years at least. He had signed up to do some work in South Korea. He sounded so happy , she couldnt tell him how much it killed her. So she smiled , congratulated him and told him she couldnt wait to see him in three years. He thanked her and promised to bring back a souvenir or two for his best girl.
21 YRS OLD.
She hugged her jacket closer to her as she sat at the same bus stop she watched the love her life leave. She was the only one there. She wished she had brought a bigger , thicker jacket. It was freezing. The sun was barely rising. FP called her to tell her he was coming home and she was the first person he wanted to see. She quickly stood up as she watched the bus pull up and stop. Her heart began to beat faster. She scanned the crowd of people piling out , hoping he would be one of them. She began to sit back down when she didnt see him but stopped. “That’s the hello imma get?” She smiled brightly and ran over to him. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around him as he caught her. “Oh my God. I missed you.” She can feel the tears forming in her eyes and quickly wiped them away before bringing herself down. “Oh my God.” She stepped back as she took him in. He got bigger. He had muscles , not too big but just enough to reveal themselves thru his clothing whenever he moved. His hair was a little longer , he had it slicked back and he had facial hair. “You look-“ “Amazing. I know.” He smiled. She playfully rolled her eyes at him. “Come on. How about we go to the Whyte Wyrm and celebrate. Its on me.” She smiled , leading him to her car. “If its on you...might as well.” He joked.
22 YRS OLD
“Happy Birthday to you,” the whole bar sang as FP walked to her, carrying a huge cake in his hands. The gang had finished singing as FP set the cake down on the pool table , lighting the candles one by one. “I wasn’t gonna risk dropping it and setting the whole place on fire.” He whispered to her. She laughed and thanked him for the gesture. “Make a wish , Princess.” He smiled. She closed her eyes , I wish for you FP , she inhaled deeply and exhaled all the air she had , blowing out the candles. Everyone cheered as she kept her eyes fixated on him. The night was going smoothly , she was sat at the bar downing the drinks her friends had bought for her. Her breathing became ragged , as she spot FP on the other side of the bar. His arm around a pretty blonde , he leaned down to say something in her ear and she threw her head back , laughing. Her heart shattered. She wanted to look away. But she couldn’t. She watched as he flirted with her , caressed her cheek , made her laugh , made her blush , doing anything to make sure he had her in the palm of his hand. She had enough. She finally turned her back to them , asking the bartender for 2 more shots. As he placed them in front of her , she drank them , with no hesitation. She pushed herself off the stool and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed some water on her face , trying to cool herself down as she felt her face burning. Maybe I had too much too drink. She leaned over the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Ugh , you idiot. He didn’t want you back then , what makes you think he wants you now? Just move on , girl. She shook her head. Yup. One too many shots. She gave herself a quick little once over in the mirror before walking out. She scanned the bar looking for FP. When she didn’t spot him she looked for the blonde he was with. She was nowhere to be seen either. “If you’re looking for hotshot , he left.” She turned around to see who was talking. She didn’t recognize him. When she didn’t respond he continued to say, “He was in a rush to get that pretty blonde outta here. You his girl?” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I should say too bad for him or just my luck.” He smiled. She eyed him suspiciously as he walked closer to her. “I’m Eric.” He smiled , holding his hand out to her. She gave him a small smile , before taking his hand in hers , “Y/N.” “Ah , the birthday girl.” She nodded. “So tell me , birthday girl , would you like to get outta here?”
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She woke up the next morning , her head pounding. She got off her bed , rubbing her eyes and going out towards her kitchen. She glanced over at Eric who was asleep on her couch , shirtless. She remembered him taking her to Pop’s for a late dinner and coming back to her trailer , falling asleep instantly. She didn’t want to wake him just yet , so she continued towards her kitchen and prepared herself a cup of coffee. “Good Morning.” FP yells as he bursts thru her front door. “In the kitchen.” I should remember to lock it. As if he read her mind , FP closes the door, “still forgetting to lock this thing huh?” He asks , walking in and taking a seat at her table. “Coffee?” She asks , not waiting for him to answer as she grabs another mug from her cupboard. “Who’s the guy?” He gestures towards Eric. She glances over to him as she reaches the table , surprised he’s still asleep after all the noise FP made , as she set a coffee mug in front of FP and taking a seat across from him. “Eric.” She blows on your coffee before taking a sip. “You bringing strangers in to your home now?” She looks at FP confused , he was angry , but trying to hide it. “He’s not a stranger.” “Whered you meet him?” “At the bar?” “Huh.” Is all he said as he sips his coffee. “You taking strangers home?” She traces the rim of the mug with her finger. “I can take care of myself. You cant.” He says. She scoffs at his answer. “Meaning?” “Meaning ... you cant be bringing guys over. You never know. They might rob you , assault you , or even kill you.” She watches as he sips his coffee again. “Thats rich. Coming from a guy who constantly takes women back to his trailer.” He sets his coffee down. “I can defend myself. You can’t.” “Are you so sure about that? Maybe he did try something.” FP clenches his jaw. “He’s probably dead on my sofa.” They both avert their attention towards Eric as he groans , stretching himself out on the couch. “Good morning.” She calls as he sits up. She notices FP roll his eyes from the corner of her eye. “Morning.” He rubs his eyes. “What time is it?” He grabs his shirt from the floor , slipping it on. “Time for you to go home.” FP snarls. She waves him off, “Don’t mind him. It’s 10 to 1. You want some coffee?” “Nah. He’s right.” He stands up from the couch after putting his shoes on. “I should get going.” He walks closer ,grabing his jacket from the counter and walks over to her. “Thanks for the offer tho. I had a great time.” He smiles. “So did I. I’ll catch you later?” “Definitely.” He kisses the top of her head before heading out the front door. She notices FP glaring at her. “What?” She asks , annoyed. “Did you fuck him?” “What?” “Did you fuck him?” “No! I did not fuck him! Are you insane?” She stands up from her chair. He doesn’t say anything. “Who do you think you are? I don’t go around asking you if you’ve fucked other people?” She begins pacing in the small kitchen, muttering nonsense to herself. FP watches her for a couple minutes before standing up and walking over to her. She finally stops pacing with her back towards him. He wraps his arms around her waist. She tries to wiggle herself out of his grasp , but he doesn’t budge. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. She stops fidgeting. “I got jealous. I just cant stand the fact of someone else touching you.” Her body tenses up as he brushes his lips from her neck up to her ear. “They way I’ve been wanting to touch you.” Her head falls back on to his chest as he whispers in her ear. He unwraps his arm from her waist , bringing them down to her thighs and up the inside of her oversized tshirt. Goosebumps rise on her skin at his soft touch as gently grazes his fingers up her sides. “Say it.” He whispers again , gently biting her ear. She whimpers , and his hands continue softly touching her body making their way to cup her breasts. He gently squeezes them and she moans. “Say it.” He says. She’s about to say it when memories of him flirting with the blonde flash thru her mind. She removes his hands from her breasts and turns to face him. “Stop it.” She tries to control her shaky voice. “Stop what?” “Stop this.” She gestures between them. “You’re just going to fuck me again. And leave. Like all those other times.” She swallows down the lump in her throat. Stay strong. Don’t cry. Keep your foot down. “You’re gonna use the same excuse. That you’re not ready.” She feels the tears forming in her eyes and quickly looks down. FP’s shoes come in to view. He cups her face , raising her head up to look at him. his eyes search every part of her face , taking her in. She cant take her eyes off him , but she knows she has to , she cant let him hurt her again. She closes her eyes , bringing her hands up to remove his hands from her face but before she can he crashes his lips on to hers. She doesn’t move at first , when she feels him pull away , she grabs the back of his neck pulling him back in. Their lips move in sync , she removes her hands from his neck and down to his shirt , she pulls it up and FP removes himself from her so she can pull it off before bringing his lips back to hers. She tosses his shirt to the side and brings her hands back to his neck softly dragging her nails down his back , making him moan. She smiles to herself , she loved the sounds he made. She drags her hands around to his front , unbuckling his belt , then unbuttoning his jeans. He lifts her up , sitting her on the counter. “Say it.” He says , pulling his pants down along with his boxers. She watches him , intensely , as he does so. “Say it.” He says , dominantly. He lifts her shirt up and pulls down her panties. He pulls her down to the edge of the counter , lining himself up at her entrance. “Say it.” “I love you.” She exhales. He slowly pushes himself in , and her mouth falls open in pleasure. He wraps an arm around her , keeping her steady as he slowly thrusts himself in and out. “FP.” She moans. He picks up his pace. He slams the cupboard above her with his free hand , as he thrusts faster. “Yes.” She moans , again and again. Feeling herself closer to her climax. “I’m so close.” He grunts in response , slowing his pace and thrusting harder. “Fuck.” She gasps. She grips his shoulders as she reaches her climax , burying her face in his neck. “Fuck.” He exhales as he finishes. He helps her down and she leans back on to the counter , her legs weak. He pulls his pants up , buttoning his jeans. “I love you.” She says as she caresses his cheek. He brings his hand up over hers , closing his eyes , melting in to her touch. “I love you.” He says back. “Do you mean it?” “ I always mean it.” He says kissing the palm of her hand. Just as she expected , he’s pulling his shirt over his head and heading out the door. Leaving her alone , like he’s done many times before.
3 MOS Later
“Can I come in?” He asks. She just wanted to slam the door in his face. After that day she hasn’t talked to him. Whenever they were at the same place he would leave , and he was never alone. He was either with the same blonde or someone different. He was purposely avoiding her. And she hated it, but accepted it. She called Eric earlier that night and met up with him at the Whyte Wyrm. She was having fun. She got a little too flirty with him and FP noticed. He watched as she placed a hand on his thigh , leaning in to whisper sweet nothings in to his ear. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the pool stick tighter as his anger bubbled inside him. After watching him place his hands on her waist and leaning in to kiss her he had enough. He marched over to them , punching Eric. He fell out of his stool and she pushed FP away and knelt down to help him. Eric pinched his nose to stop the bleeding , gently shoving Y/N away. “I dont know what you two have going on. But I cant be seeing you anymore.” Eric tells Y/N as he gets up , heading towards the bathroom. Outraged , Y/N slaps FP in the face. “I hate you.” She spits. And thats what brought FP here tonight. He didn’t want her to hate him. “Please.” He pleads. She sighs as she moves aside allowing him to come in. He takes a seat on the couch and Y/N follows suit , leaving a big space between them. “I don’t know what happened tonight.” He begins. Y/N rolls her eyes , “I do. You got jealous. You just want me to be yours without you being mine and it’s not fair. You say you love me. And if you do why don’t we just give us-“ “She’s pregnant.”He interrupts “W-what? Who?”Shocked. She can feel her heart breaking as she waits for him to answer, “The blonde. She called me a couple days ago to tell me. Then she showed up at my trailer with the tests to show me she wasnt lying.” She couldn’t believe it. She blinks rapidly a few times , processing the information , “What are you gonna do?” He scratches his head, “I don’t know. She wants to keep it but.” He sighs. “But what?” She wants him to continue. “I’m not ready.” He admits. She grabs his hand , squeezing it gently , “Its ok. I’ll be here for you. I promise. But you have to be there for her and your child.” He gives her a small smile , “ I love you.” “I love you,too.”
She kept her promise. She’s been with him every step of the way. Giving him advice , picking out clothes for his son , making sure he had everything he needed. Most nights he’d stay with her after their intimate moments, which she enjoyed because she got to have him around more. But as the months grew closer for his son to be born his nights were spent at his trailer with her , leaving Y/N alone again. She would never admit to him how much it hurt , and she didn’t want to ruin his chance at a family , no matter how badly she wanted it to be with her.
24 YRS Old
Y/N found herself laying next to FP again. He had been coming over after the birth of his son , saying how stressful it was raising a child. But as his son grew older , the easier it got but that didnt stop him from coming over. Talking sometimes led to arguing about him playing with Y/N’s feelings which led to him reeling her back in with “I love you” that led to one thing and the other and always ended up with them in bed together. Y/N knew she was torturing herself , but she loved him. She laid on his chest as he played with her hair. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me.” He says. She quickly shoots up off his chest and stares at him. “What?” “She’s raising my kid.” He begins to sit up. “And I love him.” “Ok.” She states. “But do you love her?” He doesn’t respond. She scoffs as she gets up off the bed to get dressed. “Dont act like that.” He says , getting up and getting dressed as well. “Like what?” She retorts. “Like you didn’t see this coming.” She slowly turns to face him , angry. “Excuse me?” She asks slowly. “I told you everything. Its not like I kept you in the dark.” “I know that. And i’m sorry if I just cant handle it anymore.” She spits. “Handle what?” He raises his voice. “This!” She yells , she’s not gonna hold back anymore. “You. Just coming around whenever you want. Sleeping with me. Telling me you love me. And then leaving. Finding other women to sleep with.” “I told you I wasn’t ready for a relationship.” He starts. “With strangers! You said you werent ready to start a relationship with someone new. I’m not new! I’ve been your best friend for years. Ive never held it against you because I love you and I respected your decision. But this is too much. I tried moving on because I know I will never have you the way I want. But youre always there and you do shit that makes me think maybe this time you’ll come around.” He walks up to her and reaches up to wipe the tears away but she smacks his hand away. “Don’t do that. Don’t all of a sudden care about my feelings because i’m crying.”
“I dont all of a sudden care.” He says , softly. “I’ve always cared because.. I love you.” She lets out a sob as she shakes her head. “You say you love me. But you dont..you just love having me around. But my love for you was - is so strong I put up with it because I just wanted you. And I wish I could hate you. For everything. But I really hate myself , because after admitting all of this , I would still wait forever for you.” FP stands there , staring at her , watching her cry. He doesn’t say anything , he doesnt know what to say. She turns away from him as she begins to wipe her tears away. “I want you to leave.” She says. “Y/N-“ he pleads. The desperation in is voice just makes her want to turn around and hug him. But she doesnt. “I want you leave.” She repeats. She holds in her tears as she listens to his footsteps getting softer as they retreat out of her room. When she hears the front door close , she crawls back in to bed , sobbing. Not because he left , because she knows , if he comes knocking on her door tomorrow , or in three days , or 5 months , or even 17 years from now , she’ll accept him with open arms no matter what. Because her love for him would last forever.
I am sitting in the cafeteria of the sisters of quiet mercy I have been here since I was six. They call me “Y/N” I don’t know if that’s my real name or not but I just go with it. Now it’s time to find out who I actually am. In the middle of the night, I sneak out of my room using the bobby pin I kept in the top draw and go to sister woodhouse’s office. I pick the lock of the file cabinet look through all the names and find “Y/N” I slowly pick it up and open it “Jones” this is it what I need to find my family. I take it and run back to my room and kick of the bars that I’ve been loosening for months open the window jump out and run I just run.
KEVIN'S P.O.V
I'm just jogging through fox forest when i hear rustling all around me I frantically look around me when someone runs into me its a girl.
“please help me “she said quietly out of breath
“Are you OK? are you hurt?” I say as make sure she’s OK
“Do you know where the police station is?”
“Yeah my dad is the sheriff”
“I need to find my family” she said as she handed me a file i open it oh my god, what?
“I’ll help you and i think i can help you find your family and i think i know where your family is”
Time skip to when you both get to the station
Y/N P.O.V
“Dad you want to see this,” Kevin tells his dad
The sheriff takes the file I gave and opens it and looks shocked
“Stay here with Kevin while I get someone”
MR. Keller P.O.V
I walk into FP holding sell (I have no idea what it’s called) as I walk in he glances at me
“Hey FP you know that kid they went missing around 11 years ago”
“Yeah my daughter” FP said sounding annoyed and tired
“I think I know where she is” I said with a slight smirk showing
Prompt : Holiday prompt #1. Person A strings popcorn on the Christmas tree while Person B eats all the popcorn
Warnings : Surly FP, some language.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
A cold wind and a few flakes of snow blew in around him making you shiver and he quickly shut the door. He looked around his trailer with a confused look, and you rolled your eyes from where you sat on the floor stringing popcorn. “Christmas. Obviously.”
“Don’t you smart mouth me.” He grumbled, pulling off his leather jacket and tossing it onto a chair before going for the fridge. “Where the hell did all this come from, anyways?”
“Believe it or not, some of it was already here, hidden away under layers of dust and irritability.” You side eyed him.
“What’d I say?” He asked, cracking open a beer and moving past you towards the couch.
“Not smart mouthin’, just pointing out the truth.”
He grunted and dropped onto the old couch, sitting back, putting his feet up on the coffee table and taking a long pull from the bottle. “Where’d the tree come from?”
“The woods.”
“I swear to fucking god..” He grumbled and you laughed. “You telling me, you went out into the fucking woods and cut that shit down yourself and brought it back here?”
“No.”
“So where’d it come from?”
“I may or may not have found a handsome young man to go out into the woods and do it for me.” You smiled to yourself.
“You what!? Who?” The last word was almost a growl.
“Relax, old man. He ain’t as handsome as you.” You gave him a wink and he narrowed his eyes at you. “He is a close second though.” FP’s jaw clenched and you smiled, going back to the task at hand while he downed half his beer.
Looking around the room once more, taking in the lights that flowed around the room, he had to admit, it made the place feel a little more homely than it usually did. It had been a while since FP Jones had gotten into the Christmas spirit enough to do more than hand his son a roughly wrapped box with a small gift inside. Eyes settling on the brightly lit tree that was still undecorated otherwise, he almost smiled. His eyes shifted once more, to the large bowl of popcorn on the table, and he sat forward, arm stretching out for a handful.
“Don’t you dare.”
With a smirk on his face, he not only dared, but he did. Tilting his head back, he dropped as many as he could fit into his mouth and chewed with a smile before popping in a few more.
“Forsythe Jones!” You shot at him.
“My trailer, my popcorn.” He grinned, going for another handful. You stood, grabbed the bowl out from under his hand, and he was quick to grab your wrist. “Oh no you don’t.” He pulled you down onto his lap. “Don’t think you can get away with full naming me.”
“I didn’t, Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Second.”
He groaned. “I hate the way you say my name.”
“You love it, and you know it.” He grabbed the bowl from you, putting it down on couch by the other side and grabbed some more kernels and popped them into his mouth with a sly grin. “Hey-!
He cut you off with a deep kiss that he smiled into, and you couldn’t help but moan softly. “Shut up.” He mumbled against your lips moments before his tongue slipped past yours. His hands pulled you tighter against him, one of them going up the back of your shirt and making you shiver because his skin was still chilled from the cold outside.
“But I need them.” You mumbled, tilting your head, nose brushing against his before pecking his lips. “To decorate our tree.”
“Our tree?” His eyes glanced over not only to the tree, but once more over the other decorations.
You nodded and hummed. “Do you like it?” You pulled away and gave him a worried look. You knew he didn’t really bother with the holidays since his wife had left taking his daughter, and you hoped you hadn’t overstepped.
“Yeah.” He breathed out softly. “I like it.”
You smiled and kissed his lips gently. “Merry Christmas, Jones.”
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Now who cut down the fucking tree?”
You laughed. “Juggy did. You jealous old coot.”
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Pairing : FP Jones x Reader, Jughead x Betty (mentioned)
Word count : 1,048
Warnings : drinking, minor injury
Inspired by : This post by Dawn.
You had a few drinks with Betty tonight. She was in desperate need of some girl time, so you'd both slipped into something more comfortable, drank fruity little cocktails, and did each others nails and talked.
Jughead returned to the trailer, had a beer and smiled lovingly at Betty as he watched her laugh and smile, something she didn’t do as often lately. Once his beer was done, they retired to Jugs bedroom, and you glanced out the window with a soft sigh before getting up, and heading for your own bedroom.
The front door hitting the frame too hard as it shut was what jolted you awake. You listened, eyes trained on the door. Heavy footfalls moved through the small trailer, and then a barely audible curse as the intruder tripped over a piece of furniture. Reaching over to the side of the bed closest the door, your fingers rooted under the mattress for something you knew was there. A large hunting knife.
With the blade grasped firmly in your hand, you slipped out of bed, and on silent feet, left the room and moved down the hall.
“Good to know I don’t gotta worry about you being here alone.”
Your shoulders dropped as you saw him leaning over the sink, a tick in his cheek as he winced at whatever he was doing. “Jesus Christ, FP.” You scolded him. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He chuckled softly. “Sorry.”
You put the knife down on the table and moved closer. Your brow furrowed at the blood tinged water as he rinsed off his knuckles. “What happened?” you looked up at him.
“Business. Don’t worry about it.”
Rolling your eyes, you reached over and turned off the cold water. “Sit your ass on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“ ‘m fine.”
“Now, Jones.” you pointed to the couch, and he finally turned, looking at you. You stood your ground, pointed across the space to the couch, and eventually he moved towards it. Once he was lowering himself into the seat, you turned and headed for the bathroom, and the first aid kit you knew he kept in there.
You were walking towards him again when he spoke. “Hard to say no to you when you look that damn good.” Your eyes came up and you found him watching you with a crooked smile. “I like it.”
“You should.” You sat down next to him, turning so your knees bumped against his thigh and set the first aid kit down on the coffee table. He gave you a confused look for a moment, so you gave him your most innocent smile. “You bought it.”
“I’d fucking remember that..” His eyes once more washed over you. The slip of a thing you’d been wearing all night was a deep maroon and he couldn’t take his eyes off it.
You blushed softly, leaning a bit to open the first aid kit and taking out a small sterile wipe pack, you tore the top off with your teeth before taking one of his hands in yours. “Remember when you sent me out for a few things last week?” You glanced up at him before looking back down and starting to wiped at the wounds, making sure they were properly cleaned. “I may or may not have bought this at the same time.” You bit your bottom lip.
“Why the fuck are you only wearing it now? What the hell were you doing tonight?” He glanced around the room, noting there were a few glasses still out, and an empty beer bottle.
“Girls night with Betty. Juggy is worried about her. The beer is his, before you start questioning. He’s in bed. Surprised you didn’t wake him up.”
“She okay?” You thought about how to answer that, and went with a shrug. “Do I need to worry?”
“No.” You looked up at him as you finished with his first hand. Setting the bloodied wipe aside, you grabbed for a roll of dressing, well aware of his eyes on your chest when you leaned for it. “She’ll be okay in the end. Tonight really helped, I think. And she has that boy of yours.” You gave him a sweet smile and got to work on wrapping the dressing around his knuckles.
“That’s what I’m worried about.” He mumbled and watched you work. “That Jughead will do something stupid. I got enough on my plate right now.”
“You don’t need to clean up everyone’s messes, FP.” Your eyes came up to meet his again.
“That’s exactly my job, sweetheart. And there’s a lot of fucking messes to clean up in this town.”
“But you don’t need to do it alone.”
The hand you had been working on came up, not caring that you hadn’t finished. His fingers brushed along your neck and teased at your hairline as he pulled you in for a kiss, breathing in deep through his nose, breathing in the smell of you as he always did. “I know.” he mumbled against your lips. “I’ve got you.”
You gave him a small nod before pressing your lips to his. “I need to finish your hands.” you tried to protest, but it was a half assed attempt and you both know it.
The dressing hung down from his hand, the roll having fallen to the floor and rolled under the coffee table unraveling itself. “Fuck it.” He grabbed hold of you and pull you into his lap. “You know you like it. It’s how I got you, remember?” He grinned and you bit your lip. “Beat the shit out of that asshole, you told me it was the ho-”
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You pressed yourself against him, lips opening for him, both of you hungry for each other.
FP shook his hand over the floor, trying to get the dressing off and out of the way. And when it finally all fell, he broke the kiss and watched as his bruised and bloody hands moved up your thighs, pushing the thin piece of material out of their way. “You look so delicious in purple.”
“Maroon, baby.” His eyes met yours again. “It’s maroon.”
“You look so fucking delicious in maroon, then. You sure Juggy is asleep?” You nod. “Good.”
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