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fangirlslikeranting-blog · 6 years

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| The Fails Of Black-Mail | Cheryl Blossom x Reader |

Word Count - 1156

Warnings - Swearing, angry!Reader, mentions of death

"Really, Betty?!" Your voice sounded through the small Blue and Gold writing room. Your angry footsteps followed, making Betty Cooper turn around on her heels. Her face showed concern, seeing as you hardly got this angry. And it was very clear that you were angry, your face nearly turning red.

"Y/N what's going on-?" She began to ask, but you cut her off quickly.

 "Oh, I think you know what the hell I'm talking about," You spoke, standing strongly in front of her, with your arms crossed and hip out. When Betty didn't say anything you rolled your eyes, continuing speaking. "Threatening to release the video of Cheryl's dad shooting Jason, are you a psychopath?!" You yelled.

Betty let out a sigh, rolling her eyes too and leaning on the desk behind her. You grew even angrier as you looked at her, unsure of how someone could even possibly be so horrible to another human.

"I'm trying to get my boyfriend's dad out of jail, Y/N." Betty sighed as if that reason was enough for you to be ok with what she did.

"I know you're trying to help Fp, Betty." You sighed, running your hands through your hair. You had known Fp since your birth, he was practically your father. "But this isn't ok."

"And why do you get to chose what's ok?" Betty quipped back. You looked at her with raised eyebrows, surprised. You knew she thought she was better than you, but you never thought she would act on the feeling. "I think you don't even care about Fp or the serpents. You only care about yourself."

"My gang members are everything to me," you stepped forward, with such a poisonous deminer Betty was surprised she wasn't dead yet. "And you know why I love them so much? Because they have a moral code- you don't fuck with one of your own."

You stepped again, to the point where you were so close to the blonde that you could feel her breathing. She was terrified, which you were happy about. "Cheryl is mine, so I suggest you don't fuck with her again."

"What is going on here?" Jughead's voice sounded through your anger. You turned around, seeing him walking into the room. You placed a smile on your face, not fearing the boy at all. Betty sighed as if Jughead would push you off of her.

"Nothing, I'm just giving your little girlfriend over here a warning." You said, with a sly expression. Jughead walked forward, clearly confused.

"About what?" He asked, looking at Betty- who you were sure looked guilty on so many levels.

"You don't blackmail a girl with the video of her brother's murder." You said, walking out before Jughead could question you further.

As you stepped out of the room your heels clicked against the floor, giving a dramatic vibe. Some of the kids littered in the hallways watched you, a smirk on your face.

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"Hey, Cooper!" Once again your voice called for Betty's attention, only days later. The trail for FP Jones had just been finished, and you were delighted to hear that your father-figure wouldn't be staying in jail much longer. You also were delighted to hear that he would be able to move back in with you and Jughead since it had been hard living without him.

Betty was walking alone toward her mother's car, giving you the perfect chance to talk to her. She turned around, with her breath slightly hitched in fear.

"I want it, now." You commanded, putting your hand out. Betty seemed confused for a second before it became very clear what you were talking about. With hesitance she pulled out a small flash drive, putting it in your hand.

"Is this the last copy?" You asked, getting a nod from Betty. "I hope so, Betty Cooper." You wanted her with your eyes, not hesitate to walk away.

Your eyes searched the parking lot for a familiar redhead, you smiled once you spotted her. She was lurking near the edge of the parking lot, clearly trying to gather herself together.

"Cheryl," your voice was now quite softer than when you spoke with Betty. Cheryl looked around at you, giving you a small smile. As you approach her you to open your hand, showing her the flash drive. "I thought you might want to destroy this with me."

"Is that," Cheryl asked, your head nodding. Cheryl took in a deep breath and let out a sigh. You gave her a kind smile, grabbing loosely onto her hand.

"Come on, I'll show you my favorite cliff."

Cheryl showed you a very confused expression, but you only nodded, pulling her along.

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"Y/N, what are we doing here?" Cheryl questioned, finally speaking. She had been being silent the whole car ride, probably contemplating life in her brain.

"Like I said, I thought you and I should destroy this together." You said, once again speaking of the flash drive. Cheryl nodded, but still confused, as you both stepped out of the car. Cheryl waked to your side, your hand wrapping in hers, eyes giving her a supporting glance.

The both of you walked forward a few feet, Cheryl letting out a gasp of awe. In front of her was a beautiful sunset, it looked so close Cheryl felt as if she could touch it. You pulled her to the edge of the cliff you drove her to, though making sure she had enough of a distance where it was still safe.

Cheryl looked down, recognizing the rapid waters of Sweet Water River. "I thought it only fitting that this would be where it met its end." You said, Cheryl, looking at you and nodding- showing she understood what you meant. This was the waters everyone thought Jason had drowned in, so this is where the truth should finally die.

"On three?" You proposed. Cheryl once again nodded. You shifted the flash drive into your right hand, which was wrapped in Cheryl's left, so you both held onto it.

"One," Cheryl started off the count off, as you moved the flash drive.

"Two," You continued, slowly the both of your arms raised up, so they were held over the roaring waters below.

"Three," Cheryl finished. Your hands opened, dropping down the awful tape. Cheryl let out a little gasp, her eyes watching as it broke into one million pieces- landing on a rock. A smile crawled onto your face, matched with Cheryl's.

Her body turned toward you, making eye contact. Your hands found their ways back into her's, energy soaring between the both of you.

"Thank you, Y/N." She said, with a sincere pattern.

"Don't mention it." You shrugged, simply happy you could help.

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northern-serpent · 6 years

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I wrote a smutty thing that’s been posted in the Riverdale Kink Week Collection on AO3.

Day 3: Collared and Leashed: Bondage/Discipline

Title: Jealous

Pairing: Alice/FP

Summary: Alice shows FP that he belongs to her.

Please let me know what you think! This was quite the departure for me! And make sure to check out all the other awesome fics being posted!

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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years

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58, for present day Falice pls .

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I get to ‘em all eventually!

58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.Ever since the day I first met you.”

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life,” F.P. admitted, feeling Alice’sneck roll across his out-flung arm. “Ever since the day I first met you.”

Tilting his head at an unnatural angle, he noticed a hole in the sock on thefoot he had hanging out of the sleeping bag they’d opened up and crawled underin the bed of his truck. Alice was quiet tonight, so F.P. sighed loudly into thesilence and went back to staring at the sky.

“When was it again?” he asked, as though the memory wasn’t one of the fewthat seemed to define him as a person. One of those that almost felt like ithad found him, cut him out of a sheet of paper, and stood him up to make himthree-dimensional for the first time. A guy didn’t forget a memory like that.

“Oh yeah,” F.P. said when Alice didn’t reply. “First day of high school.‘Member that?” This time, he didn’t give her the chance to answer. It wouldhurt something tender inside of him―hurt like an awful splinter you couldn’tget out―if she didn’t care or worse, if it had never been worth remembering toher.

“It was a real friendly meeting. I could tell we were going to get alongright away. I mean,” F.P. paused to stretch his neck side to side, “if itwasn’t the way you elbowed through three of my buddies to get to your locker,it was definitely how you kicked my backpack out from in front of it.”

He laughed as he pictured her at fourteen. Neat blonde hair. White collaredshirt. No bruises, no scars, no bags under her eyes from late nights oraggressive thinness from a family that didn’t make enough to feed her, or justdidn’t care enough to pay attention. In short, the furthest damn thing from aSerpent he’d ever seen.

“Yep,” F.P. said, picking up verbally where he’d left off mentally, “betweenthe time your neat little sneaker struck my bag and when you snapped, ‘Stay onyour own side, Serpent scum,’ I was madly in love.” He chuckled again.

“Of course,” he continued, watching the thin layer of clouds brush the deep,dark blue of the sky between them and the stars, “after that, you really gotfun. You were swearing like crazy because―” F.P. interrupted himself with theforce of his laughter, finding Alice’s shoulder under the sleeping bag andtugging her closer to him in an attempt at warmth… and to avoid hard feelings.“―because the pain in your toes had set in from kicking the dumbbell you didn’tknow was in my bag.”

“The only thing that pissed you off more than finding out we had homeroomtogether was having to miss it as you hobbled to the nurse’s office with yourshoe in your hand and your toes turning black and purple,” he reminded her,eyebrows pulling together in sympathy. “I went with you―offered to carry you and… hell… youlooked at me like I’d just offered to cut the brakes on your car. You wouldn’teven let me carry the shoe.”

“Now, why would I like a girl like that?” he wondered aloud with a smile onhis face, feeling Alice’s warm breath creep down his chest as she nestledcloser. “You weren’t like any Southside girl I’d ever known―you were a wholehelluva lot worse. What I can’t remember as precisely is when it stopped beingyou who was always trying to slip me and became me who was trying to slip you.”

“And then…” F.P. sighed heavily, feeling like if he exhaled hard enough, hecould blow those wispy little night clouds right out to the ocean. “…there wasthat freaky overlap where neither of us was trying to slip the other and wecollided with a force like…” For a handful of seconds, he was at a loss forwords. He stared more intensely at his cosmic view for inspiration. “It waslike the force that knocks out one of those stars up there.” F.P. gestured withthe arm not encircling Alice. “Like a lightbulb that just burns and burns andburns and then pops. Is that how it works?”

He knew he was being stupid now, stupid and flowery, and that he shouldleave the wordsmithing to his boy and try to act like an adult. F.P. had atough time helping it though; a night out here with Alice? After so many years ofgiving each other crap and secretly being jealous of each other’s spouses?Probably he should be playing this night much cooler.

“But I always loved you,” he said again, his heart striking a hard linethrough the idea of letting that sentiment go another twenty years unexpressed.“I loved you when we were fighting, and when we were stealing, and when we weremaking love, and when we were breaking into cars―I heard somewhere you taughtyour daughter that particular skill, by the way.” F.P. laughed to himself andpulled his extremities in under the sleeping bag.

Not a cold night, but the temperature of his skin was finally starting todrop after their repeated vigorous activities. He hadn’t gone so many roundstonight to make Alice report him as a medical miracle, but not so few that hewasn’t smugly, mannishly proud of himself either.

“I just loved you,” F.P. repeated. Somehow, he couldn’t quit saying it now. “Iwoke up in the morning, every morning, and I had to see you. I still love you.”

Finally, faintly starting to panic at the thought of how much he’d talked,F.P. turned his face away from the endlessness above him and looked at Alice.Alice, who was so beautiful. Alice, who had been so self-possessed at fourteenthat she’d managed to possess him too.

Alice, who was… asleep.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,”F.P. mumbled in disbelief, running the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“I am,” she said.

Her eyes flew open and he jerked hard, banging his head against the insidewall of the truck bed. “What the FUCK, Alice?!” he yelped. She was laughinglike he hadn’t seen her do in ages. Decades.

“Well,” she explained, laying a hand on his chest as he frowned severely ather, “at first, I didn’t want to embarrass you.” The emotion in Alice’s eyeswas rarely pleading or earnest, but it was both right now as he stared intothem. “You never did like to share about your feelings.” He just glared at her.“But then,” she went on with a coy grin, “I didn’t want you to think I’d fallenasleep because you’d done such a thorough job of… exhausting me.”

Alice gave him a wink that might not have been so highly sexual on its own,but combined with the way her hand smoothed quickly down his stomach to strokebetween his legs… yeah, it came across pretty sexual.

“Goddammit,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. “I should’ve dropped outof school after eighth grade and never met you.”

“Definitely,” Alice readily agreed, working her hand into a steady rhythm. “I’venever seen any evidence to suggest you learned anything at high school anyway.”

“Oh,” F.P. challenged, opening his eyes (gradually, like a normal person andnot like a psycho), “I’ll show youwhat I’ve learned.”

He gripped the back of Alice’s neck and kissed her fiercely. Unlike theirfirst kiss―another favoured memory of his―he hoped this one wouldn’t end in asharp and surprising left-handed punch to his face.

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cosmicmadwoman · 7 years

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Adam and Eve Chapter Eight: Ghost of High School’s Past

Summary: The Jones men find out the truth about Scott, Betty looks in Cheryl’s closet.

Rated: M

Word Count: 4565

Note: This chapter doesn’t move the plot forward much, just a little treat for FP/Alice shippers. Next chapter will start to reveal some stuff!

Alice clenched her hands together and waited patiently for her daughters’ responses. Their wheels were turning, she may be a tough mother but she knows her kids; Betty balled her hands into fists and Polly lifted her head to the ceiling with her mouth agape when they thought intensely.

Before this very moment, she never admitted out loud that the son she gave birth to at age sixteen was not her high school sweethearts, but the tired, sad and lost boy from the Southside. He was that one piece of her that she couldn’t shake when she tried to desperately to leave behind where to grew up and migrate to the middle class of Riverdale. Hal was her ticket out, but FP, the dark haired boy that smelled like cigarettes and campfires, always reminded her of home.

When Betty brought home Jughead Jones, Alice couldn’t help but smile sadistically at the irony. Jones boys always had a way with the Cooper women, Alice thought.

The girls must have noticed her smirk, because Betty pressed, “Why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”

Alice shook her head and looked at Betty’s green eyes, mirrors of her own, and now; her daughter knew just how alike they really were. She tried to keep eye contact with her, but the watering eyes of her daughter broke her heart. “No, it’s not funny. It’s a mistake I made as a teenager, cheating on you father. It’s something I’ve had to live with.”

“Does dad know?” Polly asked softly.

“No,” Alice answered quickly, “and I would like us to keep it that way. We are just putting the broken pieces of are family back together. It won’t make a difference now anyway. No need to drudge up the past.”

“Drudge up the past? Scott isn’t ‘a past.’ He’s a person. Speaking of which, FP is a person too. He deserves to know he has another son out there,” Betty said.

“You propose I visit him in jail?” Alice’s tone was mocking, but Betty nodded.

“And I have to tell Jughead,” Betty said determined, standing up and grabbing her coat from the hanger in the hallway connected to the sitting room. Alice stood up with her and followed her closely, her chunky heels clacking behind Betty like an axe murderer on a summer camp counselor.

“This is not your secret to tell, Elizabeth. Do not get Jughead involved,” Alice spoke firmly.

“Jughead has a brother. We share a brother. I’m telling him and there’s nothing you can say to stop me,” Betty challenged her mother, the two blond woman stepping closer to one another, the strong rigid jaws of their anger waiting to see who would crack first.

“If you leave this house, you’re not welcome back,” Alice whispered gruffly.

Betty’s eyes flickered with fear and disappointment, how could her mother abandon another one of her children? Like it was so easy? But Betty prided herself on doing the right thing and despite the old wise tale that your parents always knew what was right, Alice was full of hate and rage Betty would never understand.

“I’ll send you a forwarding address,” Betty pursed her lips in a tight line to suppress her quivering lip. “I’ll pack a bag and be out of your hair.”

Betty bounded upstairs and Polly, hearing everything, ran after her, calling her name with a throaty whine.

She gathered only the essentials, clothes for a few days, toothbrush, deodorant and makeup, all flinging them into her paisley patterned overnight bag. Polly crashed into the room and wrapped around her from behind, almost like she was tying Betty in a straightjacket in attempts to stop her.

“Don’t leave me,” Polly begged and Betty felt a warm tear soak through the shoulder of her pale colored sweater.

Betty turned to her sister and her shoulders, “I don’t want to, Polly. But Jughead deserves to know. FP deserves to know. Jellybean too. Mom will come to her senses, just like when you were living at the Blossom house. Don’t worry, Pol. I’ll be back for Christmas,” Betty gave her a shaky smile, only half believing her words.

Polly nodded, “You are right. I remember how I felt when Mom told me… tell him. I support you.”

The two hugged, it was a deep, soul penetrating hug of understanding and being a little too grown up for their age. Polly left and Betty went with her bag slung around her arm to sneak into Cheryl’s room. She didn’t know for how long she would be gone and she had one more thing to do. On her knees, Betty waded through hundreds of shoeboxes in what used to be Polly’s closet, until she reached a shiny red box labeled prétentieux. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she flipped open the lid, blood overflowing from the top maybe, but instead, there was nothing. Mysteries were always full of dead ends.

Betty flicked off the light and passed her mother in the hall, going through the door with her phone in her hand, already texting Jughead: are you at the trailer?

Yeah, how did things go with your brother? His response came quickly like he was waiting for updates.

I need to come see you. I’ll be over in 10. Betty put her phone back on her pocket, not wanting to have him ask and having to explain just what the hell was going on over text. He deserved better than that. He deserved better than all of this.

Polly walked to her mother who still stood at the door, frozen watching Betty walk down the sidewalk and out of view.

“I hoped you would have learned better than to kick your children to the curb when you can’t handle them anymore,” Polly said in her ear, the words ringing painful and Alice’s brain.

Alice didn’t turn, so Polly went up the stairs and slammed the door loudly enough, making sure it’s wooden bang rang throughout the house and into her mother’s pounding head. She didn’t flinch. Alice Cooper had spent her entire life running from the Southside and what it contained, the crushed dreams, the dreariness and depression; but all of those things consumed her no matter wherever she filed her taxes, Southside blood ran in her veins.

The Cooper matriarch didn’t tell anyone she was leaving the house, not that anyone would care. She alienated everything she worked for, two beautiful daughters and a husband with enough money to give her security. And yet, just like that night her and Hal asked her to go steady, she found herself running back to FP.

Sheriff Keller was surprised to see Alice inquiring about FP Jones and wanting to see him. Everything to write for the paper had already be written surrounding FP and his involvement in Jason Blossom’s murder. But Alice Cooper being Alice Cooper, she just have a charming, stepford smile and Keller is compelled to trust her.

FP was lying on his flat mattress and it looked like he was reading something. The paperback was curled in his hands and Alice tickled her knuckles against the bars to get his attention. His dark eyebrows quirked and he sat up in a manner that made Alice feel like he was trying to impress her with straight posture.

“Welcome to my home, Mrs. Cooper,” FP sweeped his hands in a grand gesture around the concrete cell and stood up to lean on the bars in front of her. She stepped back slightly a smooth her floral blazer. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Alice pulled the folding chair from the corner to sit in front of the bars and sat before him. “I want to play a memory game,” Alice began, “I’m going to say a date and you tell me what happened that day.”

“Is this an interrogation?” FP smirked from above her and grasped the bars. Alice noticed the muscles in his forearms straining and his calloused hands.

“I love games, FP. You of all people should remember that,” Alice said. FP stayed silent and shifted his weight to his left foot.“May 31st, 1994.”

The dark haired man snorted and shrugged, “I don’t know. 1994 is the year we graduated.”

“Correct. It’s the day we graduated,” Alice confirmed. “May 14th, 1992.”

“This is crazy, woman.”

“Hal’s senior prom, where you caught us two fighting and decided that was alright to mention to my child,” Alice answered for him.

“You’re here about that?”

There was a long pause and Alice swallowed a lump in her throat before she said, “February 29th, 1992.”

FP suddenly crouched down and looked her in the eye, level with her darkened gaze, “Why are you bringing that night up now?”

He remembered. She could tell my the boyish look in his eye bringing her back to that night.

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Alice was just asked to be Hal Cooper’s girlfriend she should’ve been over the moon and around the stars, but instead she felt a hollowness. And maybe it was the fear of unfamiliarity, and maybe it was a grasp for a past she wanted to rid herself from, but she found herself at the Jones trailer at the other side of the park. And there she found FP Jones, opening the door to greet her in ripped jeans and no shirt.

“Wanna hit the playground?” Alice asked, leaning on the door frame. She could hear the faint arguing of his parents in their corner room in the background. He closed the door gently behind him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with that dink Cooper tonight? The whole park is talking about how one of us is going with a rich boy,” FP’s face showed disgust and Alice smirked at his display of possible jealousy.

“He dropped me off already,” Alice replied, her eyes trailing down his naked chest. Northside boys were hot too, but they’ll never have the rugged darkness and sexiness Southside boys had. “I’m his girlfriend now.”

FP shrugged, “Okay.”

“I think we should go drink at the playground like we used to,” Alice offered.

The kids in the trailer park hung out together a lot of the time, especially growing up as they were all so close in proximity and age. FP and Alice were never best friends or anything, but they spent enough time together where the request was only odd because it would just be the two of them.

“One last time before you move to the darkside?” FP chuckled at his joke, all of Riverdale believed the Southside was the dark side, not the North.

“Something like that.”

“Give me a sec.” FP slipped back into the trailer and she heard soft clanking; probably stealing from his parent’s liquor stash. They always had enough. He reemerged with a bottle of tequila, a shirt and a grin. He was still wearing his slippers when they started walking to the playground at the edge of the park.

It was nothing grand, there was a swing set, metal monkey bars and wooden tunnels that sat on top of a crumbling structure. The town never vowed to clean it up like the Northside playground when it was unsafe.

The teens climbed wordlessly up to the top of the monkey bars and sat with their feet dangling below them. It was cloudy that night with no stars hanging in the sky. FP untwisted the tequila cap and took a swig, noticeably trying to hide a wince. He passed it to Alice who did the same.

“Let’s play a game,” Alice offered, taking one more slug before passing it back between FP. She couldn’t help but think her lips touched where his just were.

FP scoffed, “What are we? Five?”

“Truth or dare.”

A deviant smirk crept up onto FP’s young, fresh face. “Oh. That kind of game. You have a boyfriend now, Ms. Alice, you shouldn’t be playing naughty games with boys from the trailer park.” FP liked the age-old sin of coveting your neighbor’s wife, especially when your neighbor was a middle class white yuppie and his girlfriend was hot and her hair was golden like a wheat field. He may have the money, but he was sure Alice and Hal never talked like this to one another.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Alice shrugged. “So, truth or dare FP Jones.”

FP looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, “Truth.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Boring. Okay, tell me, how many girls have you had sex with?”

“Two,” FP answered slowly, gaging Alice’s reaction, and it was unimpressed and disbelieving. “Okay, fine, one. This girl Gladys. Her parents just moved to the park and she’s pretty and we got to kissing and talking and it happened. I’ve seen her around, but she doesn’t look at me.”

“So you’ve only had sex once,” Alice giggled. “Hal and I must have done it a million times by now.”

“Shut up. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

Alice leaned in closer to FP, smelling his summer scented soap mixed with cigarettes.

“Dare,” her voice was low and heavy with expectation.

What was this girl going for? She finally had her ticket out of this hellhole and she was slinking back into it with. Was she going to kiss him? What did she want him to say?

“Kiss me,” FP grumbled hotly.

Alice felt his breath on her he was so close. She held onto the bars behind her when she pushed her body forward to kiss him. It wasn’t a peck, but a lip crushing, eyes-squeezing-shut kind of kiss. FP still had the bottle in his hands but moved it to his lap so he could grab her face and keep her there just a little longer. Hal must have taken her to Pop’s for their date because she tasted like ketchup. They eventually broke apart and Alice wiped her mouth. Her eyes were dark and wild.

“Let’s get off of here. You’re going to have sex with me,” Alice said and climbed down.

“I’m going to what?” FP clutched the alcohol tighter; he needed more liquid courage to be as brave as her. But she gave him a look, hands on her hips, and he decided this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be with someone as beautiful as her, and he wasn’t going to sit idle as life passed him by like his parents. He dropped the bottle down for her to catch and hopped off, “Yeah, I’m going to have sex with you.”

It was late February, technically March if it wasn’t a leap year, so the ground was cold but there was no snow. Fp peeled off his jacket, he was fucking cold already, but he laid it down on the patch of gravel under the monkey bars and Alice laid down on it immediately. FP pressed his body on top of her and she groaned, loving the feel the unfamiliar weight of a different man on her. He kissed her tenderly at first, slowly, wanting to feel every crevice of her mouth and lips and drink her in like fine wine, not cheap tequila; but Alice wanted none of that. She bucked her hips upward, earning a moan from FP, and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

She kissed him back aggressively, taking control of the rhythm. She brought her hands under his shirt and on his bare back, feeling the rigid muscles tense and relax as his body went through sensory overload. She pulled his shirt over his head and his body tightened with the cold air.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” Alice snickered and flipped them over.

She undid the button of his jeans and slid them down, his boxers following. He hissed when his cock hit the cool air, but Alice bent and took him in her mouth swiftly. He automatically let out a throaty growl and she bobbed up and down, her warm mouth cradling him. He pushed back the hair falling in front of her face and made a ponytail with his fist so he could watch her. She took him expertly and he wondered why she was wasting her time on him. She gagged and pulled back.

“You’re so much bigger than Hal, but don’t tell anyone I said that, obviously,” Alice grinned and kissed his chest right near his heart. She got off up him and sheds her tights and rolls up her body conforming skirt.

“I’m going to touch you,” FP warned gently, asking permission but also wanting to be affirmative, and dipped a finger into her panties and was surprised by how wet she was. Her heat was pulling him and he inserted his middle finger inside of her, causing her hips to rise and meet his finger’s thrusts. He took his other handed and tweaked her nipples under her coat but through her thin shirt underneath. With him still inside, he circled his thumb around the nub he only read about in his dad’s Playboy magazines. He must have learned something important, because Alice was jelly underneath his touch and she growled out his name and flooded his finger with her cum.

“Shit, FP, you’re good with your fingers,” Alice sighed, “I’ve… that’s never happened to me before.”

The black haired teen smiled widely and rolled back on top of her, pinning her to the cool ground. They wiggled awkwardly back onto the jacket and Alice shimmied out of her panties. He took the head of his cock and ran it along her inner lips, teasing her until she grabbed ahold of his length and pushed it inside of her. They both groaned at the contact. FP started to move before giving her any time to adjust. His hips were wild and against hers; he was rough and unrefined and it made Alice’s toes tingle.

“Fuck, I’m not wearing a condom,” FP panicked and tried to stop his thrusts, but he was so close he could already feel the tightening in his balls.

“Just pull out,” Alice recommend breathlessly.

She had never not worn a condom with Hal before, but Mary Andrews said her and Fred did it all the time without condoms; she just had him pull out when he was going to cum. She hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. FP pulled out a second later and shot his liquid onto the ground beside them. He quickly put his shirt back on and pulled up his pants, feeling the cold once again. Alice put herself back together, too.

“Goodbye, Forsythe,” she smiled and left, not wanting him to walk her home. That goodbye was to her childhood and to the Southside that built her. She didn’t look back or wait to hear him say anything back.

–

The silence in the room was obvious because they were both reminiscing. FP was the first to speak, “Has Hal learned how to make you cum yet?”

“FP, this is serious. You didn’t wear a condom. And, well, fuck how do I even say this?” Alice stood up and bit the edge of her nail, staring at the ground.

“Just say it,” the man’s voice sounded small and scared.

“Hal and I argued because I was pregnant. I’m sure you overheard that. I gave him, the baby, up for adoption. Hal didn’t know the whole story, though, and neither did you. I was nervous about that night we had sex, because the time frame lined up, so I took a paternity test at the hospital just to make sure,” Alice explained, her chest tightening. She never thought this would be something she had to do.

FP shook his head and his face scrunched up just like Jughead’s when he was trying to hold tears in. “Say it out loud, Alice.”

“You have a son, with me, FP. We have a son,” Alice promised herself she wasn’t going to cry, she didn’t come all this way to cry, so her face went blank.

FP wasn’t afraid to cry though. His face was serious and tough, which juxtaposed the shiny tears staining his sun spotted cheeks.

“Jesus Christ, Alice. And you fucking kept this from me? I want to meet him. Bring him here,” FP demanded, his sadness quickly morphing into rage.

“I don’t know where he is. I told Betty and Polly and thanks to your other son, they found him. I caught them making plans to meet him,” Alice said.

“Jughead knows?” Sadness returned.

“No. But… Betty insisted on telling him,” Alice shrugged, “He’ll know any minute now.”

“Maybe it’s best he hears it from her,” there was a pause between the two old lovers. They never spoke of that night after it happened, and FP swore he dreamed it anyway. Alice spent less and less time at the trailer park and when they graduated she moved in with Hal right away. Gladys finally started talking to him again, admitting that she felt awkward after they had sex, but wanted to get to know him. They went in their separate directions, but now, he knew they’re paths were forever congealed. “I hate you for this.”

Alice blinked rapidly, “You should.”

Alice delicately refolded the chair and left, the only noise was FP gently sobbing into his mattress.

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Jughead could tell Betty had been crying during the walk over because her cheeks were especially cold and icy when he kissed her cheek. He imagined it was about Scott, that he wanted nothing to do with his birth sisters, and left the blonde Cooper girls utterly heartbroken. But instead, she almost looked sad for him, giving him sympathetic glances as she sat down on the couch. She patted the seat next to her. Jughead took it suspiciously.

“I looked through Cheryl’s closet, the shoes are missing. We will have to take another angle,” Betty said flatly. He instantly knew this isn’t what she came for, but he played along briefly.

“Not necessarily. Those shoes missing may mean she threw them out because they had blood on them,” Jughead mused. “You should text her, maybe under the guise of wanting to borrow them, ask her where they are.”

Betty shrugged and just the act or raising her shoulder seemed difficult for her. “Worth a shot, I guess.”

She pulled out her phone and text her quickly and put it back in her jacket pocket. Silence set over the trailer. Betty wondered if this trailer where her mom and Jughead’s dad conceived Scott. She shuddered at the thought, and her boyfriend took notice. Her grabbed her hand and rubbed circles around the pulse point near her thumb.

“What did you really come here to talk about?” Jughead asked gently.

“Can I see the picture of Scott you found?” Betty inquired suddenly.

Jughead nodded and pulled the laptop from the coffee table to his lep and opened it. He tapped the keyboard swiftly, made a couple of mouse clicks, and her brother was right in front of her. Jughead angled the monitor so she could see better, and there he was. Scott had thick, black locks just like Jughead, a sharp jawline like him too. How could Jughead not see that they looked a little alike? This was so freaky. Even though Betty and Jughead weren’t related, they shared a half brother that was a mixture of both of them, much like how a child between them would look like.

“Does he look like… someone?” God, how was she supposed to say this?

“Um.. you?” He looked at her incredulous, his heart thumping. What was she getting at?

“No… you, Juggie,” Betty’s eyes watered with tears.

In the back of his mind, he knew what she could possibly be referring too, but he was still at a loss. His lip was quivering, he was about to cry, “What?”

“My mom kept this from all of us,” Betty spoke softly, “Her and FP had a one night stand in high school. Scott is your brother too.”

Jugehad’s face was twisted in horror, and he pushed the laptop on the floor and curled into Betty, his head in her lap. He started crying, sobbing even, and he clutched onto her hips so harshly purple bruises began to form there. Jughead was strong for her when she found out, and she had to be strong for him too.

“Why can’t we catch a fucking break?” Jughead cried.

“I don’t know. But we are going to be okay. And you can come with us to meet him,” Betty offered.

He nodded, his head rising and looking at her in the eyes as he continued to sniffle, “I do.” Jughead paused. “Betty, make love to me. Make this go away. I want to just me you for a few minutes. No parents, no siblings; just us.”

Jughead’s eyes were puffy but their blueness shined so brightly with tears rimming his eyes. She nodded, and undid his pants. She kissed him sweetly as she stroked him softly before he sat back, just enjoying for a moment. He wanted to get lost in the rhythm of her hand. She takes it upon herself to reach into her pants and pleasure herself and prepare for Jughead. She shimmies her pants off and slides down her panties. She was about to get on him when he shook his head.

“Let’s take all of our clothes off. I need to feel your skin,” he groaned, almost in pain.

He pulled of his shirt and Betty tugged off the rest of her garments. She sank down on him and and he gritted his teeth, so overwhelmed by the feeling of his bare cock burying inside of her. He wanted to forget everything and so he closed his eyes and held onto Betty’s hips, silently guiding her, not like she needed it. Betty rode him like never before, using each other’s bodies to get lost. Betty threw her head back and Jughead took the opportunity to plop a nipple in his mouth and bite roughly. Betty rode him until she came, and used every ounce of her energy to ride him until he did too. She collapsed into his embrace. Jughead smoothed her hair back on her sweaty forehead. He was still inside her several minutes later when she eventually got off of him and layed on the couch. He cuddled into her, her back against his bare chest. The couch had little room, but the two didn’t mind because it was just another excuse to be pressed together.

“Can I stay here, Juggie? My mom said I’m not welcome home because I wanted to tell you the truth. I just need a place to stay until this blows over,” Betty asked quietly.

Betty felt Jughead nod against her shoulder. “Anytime, Betty. You don’t even have to ask.”

When sleep stated to overcome them, Betty’s phone buzzed. It was from Cheryl. Funny you should ask, those shoes are missing. I was going to ask if you are Pol took them. The redhead ended the text with the purple devil emoji. The little symbol made her gut twist. She nudged Jughead to show him, and his head fell back.

“You’re right, it was a dead end,” Jughead sighed.

“Maybe not,” Betty mused, “who else has access to Cheryl’s closet? Before she moved in with us?”

“Penelope Blossom.”

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead smut #falice smut #falice #alice cooper x fp jones #betty cooper x jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #multichap

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riverdale-events · 6 years

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Kinksame, not kinkshame, Riverdale fans! Welcome to Kink Week! We are so excited to announce our newest event! We have 8 days of prompts for fandom creators to make content for. This event will run from September 21st-28th, so you have time to prepare!

Three Heads are Better than Two: OT3+ - Threesomes, Foursomes, Extra partners, DP

Knotting Season: ABO - Alpha Beta Omega, Heat, Knotting, Mating, Marking, Mpreg, Sex Magic, Soulmates [x]

Collared and Leashed: Bondage/Discipline - Dom/sub, Restraints, Shibari, Suspension, Authority, Orgasm Control, Leashes, Praise kink

Whips and Chains: Sadism/Masochism - Dom/sub, Impact play, Biting, Knife play, Degredation, Wax play

Of Course, Professor: Kinky Roleplay - Doctor/Patient, Boss/Secretary, Pool boy, Professor/Student, Strangers

Adults Love Toys Too: Sex Toys - Vibes, Dildos, Strap-ons, Whips, Nipple clamps, Ball gags, Sex swings, Sex machines

Kinks, Kinks, Nothing but Kinks: Paraphilias - Exhibition/Voyeur, Life threatening situations/Adrenaline, Cameras/Film, Sleep sex, Age play, Cross dressing, Asphyxiation, Bodily Fluids [x]

Whatever Strikes Your Fancy: Author’s Choice - Anything goes, any kinks that weren’t covered, or if you want to double up on a day. If you want some ideas… Romance, Anal, Dirty talk, Masturbation

We have come up with suggestions next to each days’ topic to help inspire ideas. If there is a concept or idea that isn’t listed under one of the prompt days, and it’s applicable to that days’ theme, feel free to create it! If you’re not sure, just ask us!

What is Riverdale Kink Week?

Riverdale Kink Week is an 8 day creative content prompt event that will run from September 21st-28th.The calendar above shows our full schedule. Smut and fandom go hand in hand, this event encourages and celebrates that!

What characters and ships are applicable?

This is an event that is all about inclusion and acceptance, kinksame not kinkshame! Therefore, we will be accepting content for any Riverdale character or ship! Solo, OC, reader insert, het, slash, and ot3′s are all welcome!

What kind of creative content can be submitted?

Fanfic

Graphics

Gifsets

Fanart

Aesthetics

Fanvids

If it’s created content, you can submit it!

What are the tags for this event?

The main tag for this event will be #riverdalekinkweek.

Ship tags:

Every piece of content we reblog will be appropriately tagged with ship/character tags. When you post your piece, make sure to use the correct ship tag so that we can reblog appropriately. If you aren’t sure what your ship tag is, check out our masterlist! [CLICK HERE FOR RIVERDALE SHIP TAGS]

We can’t anticipate what ships will be submitted. If you don’t wish to see content from a specific ship, please utilize blacklist tags as this event is open to all pairings.

Trigger warning tags:

If there is a trigger in your content, make sure to tag appropriately on your tumblr post and/or AO3 post. We will be tagging our reblogs for trigger warnings with a tw: insert trigger warning tag for the comfort of our followers.

Other tags:

#het #slash #ot3 #nsfw

#fanfic #gif #graphic #fanart #aesthetic #fanvid #social media edit

How does work get submitted for this event?

To submit work, please tag us with #riverdalekinkweek in the first 5 tags of your work or at @buggiebreak on your piece. We will reblog every submission here at BuggieBreak during the prompt week (and the weeks following for late submissions). We will also publish a masterlist once the event is over!

You can start working on these creative works at any time, but please don’t start posting pieces until their respective prompt days. Be sure to indicate which prompt your content is for. If you’re late in getting a piece done, no problem, we will happily post late submissions - just not early ones!

We also have an AO3 collection. AO3 has a really great tutorial on how to post to a collection! Check it out for in depth instructions. The easiest way is to go straight to the Riverdale Kink Week collection on AO3 and click the Post to Collection button. That will take you to a screen to upload your fic as normal! That button fills out the specific collection for you, so you know your work is going to the right place. Your fic will still show up under your works and you will be listed as the author of your part of the collection.

Is anonymous work accepted?

Yes! We are aware that some may feel more comfortable publishing kink week pieces to AO3 anonymously. If you would like to publish anonymously to AO3, without making a Tumblr post, you are welcome to. Once the fic is published, add it to the Riverdale Kink Week collection and we will make a link post to it here on Tumblr to include it as part of the event.

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns feel free to send us an ask or reach out in direct messages to any of us running this event!

Mila - @jughead-jones

Sarah - @theheavycrown

Tori - @tory-b

We can’t wait to see what you all come up with Riverdale Heathens! Kink thrive!

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barryallen23456 · 6 years

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Why do people ship Fp and Alice together? Wouldn't that be awkward for Betty and Jughead, if their parents ever was to get married then they would be step siblings/boyfriend and girlfriend

#anti falice #bughead #betty cooper #betty x jughead #jughead jones #anti riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #kj apa x reader #kj apa imagine #kj apa imagines #kj apa #archie andrews #fp jones imagine #fp jones smut #fp jones

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loomisjones · 6 years

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Losers Punishment

Summary: A challenge comes to be between the reader and FP, one where both are desperate to win

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, age gap (reader is 18+.) oral (female receiving,) unprotected sex (WRAP IT B4 YOU TAP IT KIDS)

Word count: 2349

gif belongs to @maurawrites

You were bored you promised yourself, that there was nothing else to do in the small town of Riverdale at three in the morning except challenge FP.

Growing up on the southside, or more notably, around the Serpents, you had picked up the male mannerisms from the very start of your initiation. How to change a well on a motorcycle, how to handle your alcohol well enough until you could handle four beers without feeling warm, and how to pick every mans ass around you at poker.

You should be asleep you though as you had stumbled into the Wyrm, though you didn’t know what that would bring. The lot was nearly empty except for a lone bike kickstanded into the tough gravel, acting like a beckon to you. Everyone knew that once the clock hit two, they all best better find somewhere else to drink the night away because by then, the place belonged to the King. FP had always liked his private time at the bar, never forced anyone out but it just sort of became a silent agreement to leave the King his castle as dawn approached.

The Serpents were family to one another though, always have been and always will be, FP included so when you walked into the silent bar, disturbing the older man's loneliness, there wasn’t much of a reaction. He would never get angry over the presence of his family, blood or not.

He had simple directed a small smile your way over his shoulder before nodding back to the bar, back hunched as he sipped on a beer.

You made yourself at home next to him at the bar, retrieving your own warm beer from behind the counter. It was quiet for a little while, simply getting used to one another’s lone company. Once you had finished one beer however and began on your second, words started tumbling out of your mouth and thence pitched in and soon you two were deep in conversation, 8 beer bottles less than when the night started.

So maybe it was the beer and it’s warmness tickling your brain or maybe it was the way that FP’s eyes lingered on your lips for a little too long, the way his voice raised with confidence as he reassured you he could easily beat your ass when you boosted about your earlier win against Fangs and Sweet Pea with poker.

Maybe that’s how you ended up here, cards in your hand as you sat opposite to one another, low lights casting shadows across one another as you challenged a game of poker. But this one was tweaked, a branch of poker, a version that went by the name of strip poker.

“It’s your turn, y/n.” FP’s voice was smooth, soft but with an edge to it that you couldn’t quite get a hold of it’s mood but knew it teetered between fear and lust.

You were far from the most cocky person in town, you were never one to toot your own horn. But, you did have to admit that you were pretty damn good at poker.

One of your fellow snakes would drink themselves into thinking that they could beat you, challenge you to a game as everyone around them warned that they shouldn’t even try. But they would follow their drunken head and go in with a cocky lip that would quickly fall when you walked away with the winning hand.

You knew you could beat FP in a breeze and he knew it to, if only it was that easy. FP was staring at you, a long look that made your skin tingle and goosebumps grow, your gut twisting and your hands shaking, the cards vibrating in your hands.

You gulped loudly, sure that FP heard from the grin that grows on his face.

Your nerves took first place as your skills were thrown in last, your hand bad as you were very quickly, and slightly embarrassingly, left in only your Serpent jacket, your t-shirt that just barely covered your panties, the only thing covering your lower half.

However, you weren’t the only one left vulnerable with the tag along of FP’a bare upper half, the only clothes covering him low on the hip jeans.

A sigh sounds from your chest as you place your cards down on the table, their heads covered from the competitiveness still in you. You lay your forearms against the table, leaning forward on your toes to push yourself closer to FP, who too follows in sync with your moments until he too is leaning towards you.

“What’s this about, FP?” You didn’t like not knowing the outcome of what you were getting yourself into, didn’t like what your nerves did to you porker champion reputation, and you especially didn’t like how your stomach clenched at the sight of nearly naked FP, making you consider things with your leader you’d never dreamed of.

“One of us has gotta win, y/n. Winner gets the reigns of the night.” His voice was whiskey smooth, could make women fall to their knees without hesitation. You could only imagine how that voice sounded in your ear as he fucked you up against a wall, raw.

FP cleared his throat and leaned back into his seat, regaining a regular stance as he gestured at the deck, throwing his cards in the middle of the table, “deal.”

You throw your cards into the deck along with his, keeping your eyes away from the dark ones as you instead focus on the shuffling of the deck, wishing that you delt a winning hand.

But you didn’t win that hand or the next after that, or even the one after that, leaving you in only your panties. You swore you heard a growl rumple from the man across from you as his gaze drifted over the swell of your breasts. You crossed your legs under the table, cocking your eyebrow at the man as you it took all your power to keep a poker face well your thighs pulled against one another.

You let him deal next, the last hand that determined the winner. You tried your hardest to pay attention to the flap of the cards, the way FP tucked some into one another, but you couldn’t help your eyes wandering when you noticed a jump in the mans lap, his hardening length now obvious as it filled with blood, growing.

You gathered your cards in your hand once FP slotted them your way, your face staying stern as you tallied your cards in your head. They were alright, nothing special and nothing that you were sure would give you the win you so desperately needed.

You nodded at the deck once it was your turn, requesting three new cards as you lay three down. FP slides the towards you and you have to hold everything back to not flash a cocky win. You had him now, your two new fours giving you four of a kind as they joined your other two fours.

You cross your ankles, looking at FP through your lashes, FP doing the same as a shit eating grin hits his face, never taking his eyes off of you as he lays down all five of his cards, laying a straight flush- five, six, seven, eight, nine.

“You fucking bastard.” You’re positive of the growl that emits from you, though yours is an outlet of anger as you throw your own cards down next to his, defeated in the one thing you could pride yourself on.

FPs chuckle is as thick as syrup, his eyes crinkling from the boast of laughter.

“I think we had a deal,” his laughter blends in with his words as he crosses his arms over his chest, an index finger raising to scroll up and down your body.

You sigh, your anger falling as you look at FP, trying to figure out what’s going to follow with you being naked in front of a man who’s made you more horny in the past hour than anyone has in your entire life.

You rise slowly, the chair sliding across the floor. FP’s eyes follow your every move, watching as you hooked your fingers underneath the band of your panties, keeping your own eyes on his as you move the material down your legs. You step out of the damp clothing once it’s pooled around your ankles, kicking them to the side with your toe.

You curl your hands around the edge of the table, pushing yourself forward. Your breast push forward as your ass pushes back, cold air nipping against your heated core.

“Are you gonna take your prize?”

FP is on his feet quicker than you can register, his hands finding their way to your waist to lift you onto the table, your feet dangling as your back lays against the wooden table.He pushes himself down to his knees, hands pushing open your thighs.

He licks a broad stripe through your folds, from top to bottom, releasing a hum that vibrates to your core as your juices, your taste, soak into his taste buds.

“Taste ever better than I imagined.” His hot breath hits your clit, the sensitive bud beginning to throb as his lips move against it as he speaks.

Before you have a chance to answer, though you weren’t sure with what but a beg, he sucks the mound of nerves into his mouth, sucking harshly. He was the furthest thing from gentle or soft; he was furocious, hungry, greedy, claiming, impatient. You bring your legs up to wrap around his shoulders, pushing him deeper, making you release a crying moan.

He moves his mouths attention away from your throbbing, beat red clit to probe his tongue into your warmth, fucking into you. His nose presses into your clit, his intake and exhale of breath against it causing a sensation you’d never felt, your body on fire.

FP brings his fingers to circle your clit, working his fingers in sync with his tongue that continues to ruthlessly fuck into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing. You’re eyes rolled back in your head as you saw stars, your thighs shaking and constricting against FP at the same time, your body convulsing against the table. Everything was so intense, your orgasm dipping into the verge of painful as FP continued to fuck through your orgasm, pulling every ounce of pleasure from your body and then some.

His tongue continues to move against your walls and you use your toes to push him away, a whine emitting from your lips from the overstimulation.

A kiss is stamped into your hip, teeth brushing against your skin before he leaves your body completely, unable to feel him anywhere which made you want to reach out and grab for him as he rose to his feet, standing over you. You were still thrumming with need, a need only he could release you of.

“Turn on your front.” It’s a simple enough command that you use your palms to turn yourself over, spreading your legs once more as your breast push against the table, your head to the side.

The next feeling you get from the man is his hands on either side of your legs, pushing the two limbs together. Once your legs are pushed against one another, flush, he moves to stand beside you, pressed against your leg enough to feel like you two were connected at the hip.

The head of his cock pushes against your pussy as it peeks out through your closed legs, precum mingling with your juices to create ease as he pushes into you. He grunts from the tightness and pressure your position allows, you moaning as the position angles him to hit your g spot with no effort.

His hips snap, pushing him further into you until his pelvic bone is pushed against your ass, so deep you feel like crying.

You gasped with each thrust, your nerve endings buzzing as you laid on the table, your head spinning as you bite into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing down a scream. You felt him, all of him as he moved meticulously, and it was enough to push you over the edge.

“Fucking Christ, FP,” you managed to spit out before you were cumming around his cock, shaking and trembling as pleasure wired through your body. Your stomach was wound so tight it nearly hurt and when it finally snapped, it did so with the scream of FP’s name soaking into the bars walls.

FP continued to slam into you relentlessly, even after you were fucked out and hazzy underneath him. Several more thrusts came, thrusts that felt like they were impaling you, and then his body tensed as he cummed, spilling into you.

You brought yourself up, turning over as you do, to sit once more on the table once FP retracted from you, blood rushing to your head to make everything spin as you sat up. You watch as FP collects himself, pushing his legs through his jeans as you reach to the chair beside you, gathering his undershirt and pulling it over your head.

“How’d you win?” It was the question that was bothering you the most out of everything, even sleeping with your King. It makes him crack another infectious laugh as he stands up, dragging his eyes towards you.

He stalks back towards you, placing his hands on either sides of your body. He cracks a grin as he leans into your face, breath brushing your face, “you were too busy lookin’ at me to notice that I looked at the cards and gave you the shit ones.”

“You cheater,” you exclaim, your mouth falling open though the only sound to come out is your own laugh. You’re sure you could have yelled at him for cheating his way in, but instead you curled your hand against his jaw and brought his lips to yours in an all consuming kiss.

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riverdaleroni · 6 years

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Can someone help a fake fan out?

Is Falice FP and Alice or Fred and Alice?

And is Varchie Veronica and Archie or Valerie and Archie? 🙈 please can someone help clear up the confusion for me 😂💗

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ripleywhitaker · 6 years

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Sweet

There are five primary flavors in life- sweet, salty, bitter, savory and sour. Alice throws FP a surprise birthday party, which is most certainly makes for a sweet day. A fluffy and smutty one shot.

Not once in 45 years had anyone thrown Forsythe Pendleton Jones II a surprise birthday party. Hell, he hadn’t really celebrated his birthday since he was probably 16. They just weren’t his style and for the most part Gladys had accepted this during their marriage.

So, needless to say, he was shocked.

It seemed like everyone who cared about him in some way, shape or form was standing in Alice Smith’s living room, bedecked in party hats and tooting noisemakers. It was a lot more than he would have guessed.

“Happy birthday, dad!” There was Jughead, looking uncharacteristically cheery with his arm around Betty’s shoulders.

FP was almost at a loss for words.

“Happy birthday, old man.” Fred came up and slapped him on the shoulders. “Almost ready for that AARP discount.”

“You wish,” FP said, smiling. “Don’t forget, we’re the same age.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve already got adjoining rooms at Shady Pines Assisted Living Facility lined up. Hope you don’t mind sharing a bathroom.”

As he looked around the room, he took a mental roll. Cheryl, appearing to be happier than ever as she canoodled with Toni in a corner. Fangs and Moose, looking equally loved up. It had taken a while after Midge’s death for Moose to rejoin the living world, let alone think of dating anyone, but it seemed like he was coming out of the other side of the tunnel. Even Sweetpea was here, trying desperately to distract Toni and Cheryl enough to include him in their conversation. Unfortunately, they only had eyes for each other.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Jones! Archie and I got you a gift and I think you’re going to love it,” Veronica said as she dragged Archie over to pay their respects. As usual Veronica hadn’t wasted an opportunity to spoil someone she cared about. FP just hoped it wasn’t a day at the spa because there was no way he would be caught dead getting a mani/pedi. Archie smiled sheepishly as he shook his hand. “Happy birthday, Mr. Jones.”

“Thanks, Archie. I can’t believe you guys actually threw me a party.”

Almost everyone was here with their significant other- which rose the question, where was his? He didn’t see her anywhere in the living room but her car was in the driveway, so she had to be here somewhere.

“Come with us, dad,” Jughead said, gently leading him into the dining room and making him sit down at the table.

“I don’t know what you guys are planning but I can still run as fast as you, boy, just keep that in mind if I have to catch you.” FP tried to give him a steely glare but failed miserably and instead broke into a smile.

Someone flipped off the lights and almost on cue Alice emerged from the attached kitchen, the candles on the cake in her hands glowing softly.

Everyone else joined in, their voices merging and filling FP with a clear and simple love for the people in his life. Maybe he wasn’t much for birthdays in the past but it was never too late to start.

“Happy birthday, to you.

Happy birthday, to you.

Happy birthday, dear FP,

Happy birthday to you.”

Alice placed the cake in front of him on table. It appeared to be covered in buttercream icing (his favorite) and true to form, it had “Happy Birthday FP” written on it in green icing and a cartoonish rendition of a snake wrapping its way around the sides. It was silly, light hearted and absolutely perfect.

“Make a wish, honey.”

It doesn’t matter if you’re 4 years old or 45, when you’ve got birthday cake candles in front of you, you blow them out and make a wish. It was the rules and for once FP was happy to follow them.

So, FP did, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to decide what he was going to wish for. Honestly, these days life was going really well and he had most of what he used to wish for.

A good relationship with his son- check.

His sobriety- check.

A stable job at the Chock’Lit Shoppe that, while it didn’t pay much, gave him some breathing room to figure out his next move.

And lastly, the one thing he had hoped above all else for over 20 years- Alice.

He never would have dreamed a few years ago that he would have such a wonderful woman in his life, and if she was getting tired of him, she hadn’t begun to show it yet. She was the love of his life and if something happened to her, he didn’t know how he would keep on living. In turn, she had him wrapped around her finger and he would do anything to make her happy.

Even if it meant letting her throw him a surprise birthday party.

So, what FP wished for that day as he blew out his birthday candles was to keep this moment forever unchanged in his mind, shining and perfect. It was something that he and Alice could think about as they grew old and sat in their rocking chairs, easing their aching joints over the warm fire of a memory.

Everyone cheered as the candles went out and he turned to Alice, who bent down to capture his lips. She was warm and soft as he wrapped his arms around her waist and even a fairly chaste kiss from her was enough to get his heart racing. He took advantage of the lights still being off to run his hand along her thigh and under the edge of her skirt. He was addicted to the feeling of her skin. She shivered slightly in response and he suddenly couldn’t wait for when they were alone.

“Happy birthday, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, Al. I can’t believe you pulled all of this off.”

“Well, you know, all I had to do was tell Betty and it was halfway around Riverdale before she even left the house.”

The lights came back on and then it was time to cut the cake and open presents.

“Here, open this one first,” Alice said as she handed him a small, wrapped box. “It’s from me.”

FP quickly unwrapped it, revealing an elegant wristwatch with a black leather band. It was beautiful and had Alice had obviously spent a good amount of time deciding on a design that would be perfect for him.

“Flip it over,” Alice said. She bit her lip in the adorable way that she sometimes did when she was nervous.

She had had the back of the watch engraved in a graceful font. For my one. Always.

It was the most thoughtful gift he had ever received.

“Thank you so much, Alice. I love it.”

She bent down to kiss him again and he had to resist the urge to take her upstairs right then, party bedamned. It was a close battle. Before she rose she stilled her lips by his ear.

“Your real present comes later,” she whispered with a grin and he felt the heat rise in his face.

She really didn’t know what she did to him. Or, she knew and she liked watching him try to control himself. Knowing Alice, it was most likely the latter. Scratch that, he knew she knew.

The rest of the party went by in a whirl.

Jughead and Betty chipped their money together to get him a new motorcycle helmet.

Veronica and Archie didn’t get him a luxurious spa getaway, thankfully, but they did get him a subscription to a meat-of-the-month club, which was more his style.

From Toni and Cheryl, a box set of all seven seasons of Sons of Anarchy on Blu-Ray, which was sort of ironic. He wasn’t really sure what message they were trying to send him with that one.

Fred got him a new pair of Ray Bans, and Fangs and Moose got him a manly-themed poker set with pictures of moose and bears emblazoned on the chips. Sweet Pea rounded out the gift giving with a pair of wool lined slippers that would definitely be handy come wintertime.

They ended breaking out Cards Against Humanity for the next several hours, which left most of them in hysterics, particularly after Betty won with the card “An erection lasting for more than four hours” in response to Sweet Pea’s “Daddy, why is Mommy crying?”.

Finally, the festivities wound down and one by one the party goers exited. Even Betty decided to head to Pop’s with Jughead, Veronica and Archie and planned to sleep over at the Pembrooke afterwards. She had a feeling that maybe her mom and FP might want a little alone time (and it spared her having to potentially hear anything that might make her want to puncture her eardrums).

Alice shut the front door with one last promise from Betty that she would text her when she got to Pop’s and when she headed to Veronica’s. Things had settled down in Riverdale but Alice was still a little paranoid that something would happen to her children. She didn’t know if she could take any more heartbreak.

At last, Alice and FP were alone.

She rested her back on the door and gave him a wide smile. “So, Jonesy,” she said, using her old nickname for him, “Are you ready to actually celebrate?”

Read the rest (including the smutty parts) at https://archiveofourown.org/works/15574533.

Part 1 of The Taste of You series.

Reviews welcome as always.

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Familiarity part 2 ( Alice x Fp Jones)

Alice stepped back further into the living room until her back hit the couch. She turned her body and started moving back towards the kitchen area. She wasnt going to give in that easily. She loved to be chased. One foot after another , she walked backwards into the kitchen and behind the counter that separated the living room area and the small kitchen before resting her hands on either side of the counter and facing Fp who stood the same way on the opposite side. She leaned to the left and then to the right, Fp mirroring her movements on the opposite side.

“ You always loved the chase, didnt you Alice?” Fp laughed as he continued to mirror her every move. You can take the girl out of the serpent but you can never take the serpent out of the girl. “ You haven't changed one bit blondie. Still such a tease.” She narrowed her eyes a bit and bit her bottom lip before setting into a smirk.

“ Well the last time i checked, the Fp Jones i knew lived for a challenge. I think your losing your game, Mr Jones. Was it all that sexual frustration from prison thats got you down ?” Alice said, bringing up the past memory of the small taunt she threw at him after picking him up when he was let go from the jail , months ago for the Jason Blossom cover up. Alice could never deny that Riverdale was a place like no other. And she didn't mean that in a good way. But Alice didnt want to think about all that shit right now. She was here for a reason...to forget all the fucked up ways of this town__and her life just for a little bit, and have some fun. She used to LIVE for fun. For this type of thrill she felt right now as she teased this hot man from her past from across the counter. It brought back memories ; good ones. Getting a little bit impatient , Fp snuck around the counter as Alice seemed deep in thought and caught her off guard by snaking his hand around her waist and using his other hand to gently push on her lower stomach, backing her against the counter in one slick movement. “ Trip down memory lane, huh blondie?” Fp leaned down and kissed the spot right above her collarbone and bit down softly. She moaned and Fp had to hold back from moaning out too because just the sound of her like that, made him absolutely wild. He started trailing small bites from her collarbone, down her right breast before settling on a spot he knew was her favorite, a few inches above her nipple. He pushed down her bra and continued to softly nibble as she let out small moans and extended her neck back all the way. Fp smiled against her neck and Alice felt it clearly; he remembered her soft spots. All the places that made her tick. Before he could even question to himself if she remembered his, in a sudden movement, Alice leaped up on the counter and threw her legs around Fp. She held onto his neck for support and she grinded forward and deliberately pressed her body down slowly into his crotch. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered “ You`re` not the only one with the good memory lover boy . This one always used to get you.” She went in for a kiss and bit at his lower lip while grinding her body into him, harder this time. He let out a small growl and lifted her up from counter. Alice tightened her legs around him as they hungrily kissed. He turned on his feet and carried her to the bedroom before placing her down near the wall in front of his bed. She slowly slid down his body, making Fp let out another growl at the close contact. He put his arm above her against the wall and leaned against it as he moved in for a small kiss, connecting his lips with hers. He pressed his tongue against her lower lip for more entry and she waited a second to make him beg. He saw this as an opportunity to slip his hand down her underwear. Tracing his fingers in a circular motion in the right area, she opened her mouth , letting out a loud gasp , allowing him access. He broke away and picked her up , throwing her on the bed and climbing on top of her as she undid his belt.

“ Wait, Didn't I give you this belt for a birthday present or something ?”

Fp nodded. “ Yeah. Valentines day of 87′ actually.” Leaving Alice genuinely shocked, an influx of memories flooded in from that night. He gave her the red lipstick she had on right now. The lipstick had their initials engraved at the bottom of the tube . As cheesy as it sounds, she only wears it when she knows she’s gonna see Fp or if she is having a bad day and needs a boost of confidence. She always wondered if he noticed. But then again, guys don`t usually notice things like that and plus, Alice lived for red lipstick ever since she was a teen. He probably thought she has thousands of red lipstick tubes laying around. Fp saw Alice thinking, she looked almost gloomy. He tilted his head in towards her, their lips inches apart. “ You ok, Blondie ?” Alice shook her head quickly, trying to cover up any emotion she was feeling at the moment. And trust me , there was many. “ Yeah, why wouldn't I be. Just kiss me Jones.” She smirked and Fp gave in and laughed , maneuvering his body so it matched with hers under him , kissing her. Alice`s hands moved to Fp`s waistline and pulled his jeans down with one yank. As he kicked off his pants, Alice reached for his boxer line and trailed his happy trail with one finger in a ‘s’ motion. She wanted to say something witty, just to tease a little bit more , but the anticipation left her speechless. Fp unclipped her bra with one hand and she wiggled under him to help him take it off before throwing it against the adjacent wall to the right of them. She tugged at his boxers as their kiss became more aggressive and their breathless pants and moans increasingly grew more in sync. Alice bit her cheek as he began to kiss down her body. He kissed directly above her right hipbone and she gripped the sheets on both sides of her; she let out a small moan. As Fp kissed lower and lower, he looked up at her and smiled , his perfect smile making her melt like always.

“ Good thing I threw away that piece of gum , Huh ?” She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed as he moved his face closer to her body and she could feel the rumbles on his chuckles against her skin. He approached the crease between her inner thigh and pelvic bone and she shuttered, feeling his facial hair rub against her skin . She gripped the sheets harder while extending her back into a curve off the sheets.

After composing herself , Alice let out a breathless laugh , causing Fp to look up at her curiously, waiting her an answer to her odd outburst.

“ We should live in the past more often.” They smiled at one another and Fp nodded in agreement. They should.

( Ok here is my part 2 to the Familiarity fan fiction. I cannot wait to start working on part three ! It may or may not involve some bughead haha. I know you guys are gonna love it. I hope this wasnt too smutty for anyone. Ive read worse on here so i think i should be ok lol. I tried to be not too graphic but graphic enough, ya know? Feel free to message me in my dms with feedback or if you just simply want to fangirl XD or send a request in (: Here are some tags for some riverdale mutuals @cheryldeservedbetter @blossomtopazendgame @angieangel723 @faliceplease @court1218 @sprouseshannon @so-many-freaking-ships @padfootinsidethetardis @pinkbunny-imagines Happy Passover and Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates !! ) <3

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