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.”