#smallestjones

[southsidelover]

@smallestjones liked for an episode based starter

They messaged, her and JB. Across the distances, on WhatsApp when they could (no texting fees). Bridging the gaps between Toledo and here, with her left always asking how she was, how Gladys, was. How she missed them both, the surrogate parents that she and FP had presented for a time, before the man had fallen to his knees before his own demons, and his wife had lost her patience and taken off with their youngest. Even though JB was younger, she was still like a sister to her, albeit, one with edgier taste than herself, the little scammer that she was.

[ txt; jb zeppelin ] girl what’s in the chop shop tonight? [ txt; jb zeppelin ] ya mama keeping you busy?

Things were not alright out here within the Southside, only home now, after her summer spent on the road, but she didn’t want to be the downer tonight with the bad news. Or with the knowledge that her father was stepping out on Gladys, not her place to destroy a family with news that would, she was sure, trickle to the woman with the stars in her eyes, tongue slipping between her lips in a nervous little slip, typing onwards to maintain her cool.

[ txt; jb zeppelin ] andrews is getting his sentencing tomorrow [ txt; jb zeppelin ] i saw hot dog today, he misses you loads~ [ txt; jb zeppelin ] i feel really restless tonight...

A wrongness within the air tonight, rolling onto her back within her tent, the faded, beat up fabric holding to together managing against the wind, but only slightly. The stirring sounds of the tent city that had sprung up all around her, no semblance of peace afforded in the slightest, eyes closing against it all, wondering, would things be better with the Jones all together once more?

[ txt; jb zeppelin ] how’s the whole convincing your mom to come back thing going?

[serpenthalfarchive]

@smallestjones

being a bit older, having his bike ━ he’d been allotted more freedom now than ever. and with that power, he’d decided, came with a heavy responsibility. making sure that little jellybean had the best damn summer of her life; school could be a drag, he saw that, especially when other kids thought you were different ━ something that ran in their blood ! jacket slung over his shoulder, keys in hand, he pushed into the bedroom they shared in the tin can trailer. ❛ c’mon, JB, we got a big day ahead of us. gotta get a head start before the weird country folk get to the lake before us.   ❜

[reformedsnake]

@smallestjones

[sms; jellybean]: ... i have no idea what that means... [sms; jellybean]: what are emojis?

[parentsgalore-blog]

Starter for @smallestjones​ || s.c. 

FP had been trying to figure things out, how to get Jellybean and Gladys back to town but there was nothing he could really do. But now since things were getting a little messy-- well, messier, on the Serpents end, hearing that his wife and daughter were coming back to Riverdale, was a bit shocking. He didn't mind but it was also not the best time nor place at that moment to have a little Jones family reunion. No matter how much FP and even Jughead missed the other half of their family.

FP licked his lips, sitting on the porch step of the trailer when he spotted the car pulling up. "Jug! They're here!" He hollered, slowly standing up. The men needed the women back in their lives but at the same time, it was a bit weird since it had been so long. Seeing the smaller Jones step out of the car, a huge grin formed on FP's lips, his little girl was definitely bigger now, so grown up that it was unreal to see. He watched Jughead go after his sister, his eyes lighting up some, at least their family was a little bit happier, though it wasn't going to last long, not with the drama they had to deal with, anyways.

[mockerytm]

“It’s not much but, happy birthday dork,” the small teen replied passing her brother a box along with a card. ( any verse tbh )

it had been happening for as long as he could member. jellybean each year, on  DIFFERENT month would waddle up to him and say happy birthday. their parents would laugh and try to explain to her that it wasn’t the right time. he didn’t mind, because at least someone remembered. 

five years later she walked up to him in march and gave him a card. he loved it so much he had no will to correct her. ever since then it had become a tradition between the jones siblings to gift each other with presents at a different time each year. sometimes it was six months before or two days after the actual birthday. but it was fun. 

until one year. jughead entered his teenage stage, parents were arguing more and more and he just wanted to run, to get away, to end it all. jellybean had come up to him all happy smiles and grins, a spring to her step without knowing into his room with a wrapped something in her hands. 

“happy birthday brother” she said, and yet jughead — full of anger and hate and SPITE, raised his voice for the first time ever towards his sister. “ GET OUT. IT’S NOT MY BIRTHDAY! HOW HARD IS IT FOR YOU TO REMEMBER WHEN IT IS” he yelled over and over, while packing things in a bag, including her gift and left without a word. 

only months later, when he found out that mom and jelly had LEFT. when he had calmed down, did he realize what he did and it hurt. like a a ton of bricks fell to his chest. he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t speak. he though he was dying. last thing he remembers saying before darkness took over was JELLYBEAN. 

he awoke later, same place he passed out. against the rubble of an abandoned construction site. no shower, no food, rain falling upon him as the project was unfinished and he was getting wet. yet he found a dry corner, hand in the bag looking for some dry clothes or some food until he got a paper cut. 

wincing, hand withdrew with the card in hand. it was the gift that his sister gave him all those months ago. slumped deep into the dark corner ; both mental and physical, jughead chucked at the skill of the wrapping paper. he knew mom didn’t help her this time.

breath caught in his throat as he opened it. two pictures inside. one of the four of them on a good day. one of just the two of them. jelly and jug. he was holding her on his shoulders, her arms and legs straight out yet a laugh on her lips captured. 

that night was the last night jugjead jones cried. he missed his sister, his family, most of all he cried because of the way he treated her the last time he saw her. that night he promised himself that if he ever gets to see her again, he will be the best big brother a sister could wish for. 

[killswolves-a]

❝ a-are you HURT? ❞

@smallestjones ♡’d for a one-liner

[xscrpcntkingx]

Rifling through the makeshift pantry of assorted, decidedly NON-gourmet meal options on top of the fridge, Jughead swiped the last box of cereal, giving it a shake. It feels oddly  l i g h t,  and he opens the box, quickly peering inside before shooting a disbelieving look towards his sister at the table. “I don’t understand, JB—where do you PUT it all?”

|| @smallestjones ( for National Sister Day and for reasons! )

[archieekins]

“Uh... JB, Ronnie know you borrowed that from her closet? and I say borrowed because I know full well if she notices something missing, and she will, that she’ll lose her mind.” ( @smallestjones )