#reader x fp

You have been dating, well seeing FP behind everyone's back for a year. A year of kisses, hugs, cuddles, but also hiding around corners, closets, and the shed. Every day of your relationship was kiss here but hide there, you loved it nevertheless. Being with FP, meant everything to you. He had been there for you through the toughest times of your life, and he loved everything about you and you, him. You were tired of hiding but you had to, no one would understand the way your relationship was. Yeah, there was an age gap, but it was legal, everything… well besides serpent trips, everything you had done with him was legal. But everyone saw it differently. The first person to find out was Toni, she caught you and FP up in his office, she thought he had left for the night and needed to lock the cash up, turns out you and him were staying the night and lost track of time. She caught you lying on the couch watching a movie and kissing, nothing crazy, but it still did shock her.

Months later. You were on a job with Sweet Pea, and Jughead. It was a dangerous job, the police and Mayor Mcoy knew of it, it was an inside job trying to catch the Ghoulies on their drug ring. You lost connection with the serpents and FP in your ear piece, which led to you being in danger. You made the turn before you were supposed to the go-ahead getting confused over the line of sound. You turned rounding the corner before the Serpents were ready, shot in the shoulder you fell to the ground, shot again once more in the leg and Malachai standing over you.

“Well… who do we have here, oh little Y/N” A punch to your face causing blood to pool into your mouth

“Mal-Malachai” you tried getting up before his finger was pushing into the bullet wound on your shoulder “Fuck-fuck stop what do you want Malachai”

“You, see you Y/N, should not have came into this building, poor girl, and no one knows they need to save you, because well we caught on sweet cheeks, these ear pieces are doing you no good now”

“How!”

“Preventative measures sweetheart”

“Fuck you” You spilit blood out again

“You know Y/N it would be very very appealing to me to kill you right here, shoot you straight in the head, or maybe the heart, but you know what would be better. Letting you bleed out, leaving your body here to rot until maybe some coyotes come of find you, better yet maybe hot dog does, and everyone gets led to your body” He cut your cheek before leaving the blade dragging slowly across your skin as he walked closer to the door. “bye Y/N, have fun dying alone”.

You were a fighter, never giving up before you had to, you tried standing first the pain too much to wear, looking down at your leg the wound was so much worse than you originally believed, bleeding profusely your leg had no feeling left. You ripped the tattered flannel you had on making two bandages. One for your shoulder and leg, hoping that maybe it would buy you some more time.

*FP POV*

“Jug, Sweets what’s your position?”

“Outside of the building FP”

“Why! What do you mean outside!” “The plan what awry dad, ghoulies standing guard outside, front and back, Sweets got in but had to come back out due to guards”

“Wait guards?”

“We stoked it out the other day there were no guards, fuck we were compromised boys, where is Y/N”

“She hasn’t been answering back, we checked 10 minutes ago but got no response, told her not to move forward”

“You are just telling me now! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Sweet pea! Try to make contact” Sweet Pea tried for a total of 5 minutes before FP knew that something had gone terribly wrong. On all the missions you were never one to forget to contact back or update your team, you are the reason so many missions went right, this time being the only one that had gone very, very wrong.

“FP the guards are leaving”

“I’m coming!”

“Dad no stay where you are or your cover will be blown!” FP ran from the masked van like his life depended on it. You, being the thing on his mind right now, everyone was present and safe except you. The girl he promised to always keep save, the one he would risk his life for no matter what. He ran into the building straight past Sweet Pea and Jug, “Stay here and wait for the ambulance!” searching every room gun drawn, before finally making it to you.

“Y/N!!” he crashed to the ground next to you, blood leaking through the fabric you had used. “Who, who did this”

“Mal-Malachai FP”

“Baby look at me, keep your eyes open”

“It’s hard”

“I know princess, I know how hard it is okay, I’ve been here, Jug has been here but you can do it okay, fuck I know how strong you are I know you can do this, an ambulence is coming okay, gonna get you fixed up in no time”

“FP…”

“What princess?”

“Kiss me” His lips met yours in a panicked frenzy before he felt them slowly relax, opening his eyes he saw yours slowly closing. “NO! NO! NO! NO! Y/N!, Baby don’t fucking close yours eyes, I need you baby. Fuck I love you okay, I’m gonna get you fixed up”

What Fp didn’t know was that day, the boys were behind the stack of boxes, watching every move. After that FP got you to the hospital, sitting in the room every day until you woke up. Eating there, showering there, having serpent meetings there, he never left. Someone took over his work at the station, his main priority being you. People always asked him why, he didn’t do that when Fangs got shot, or when Toni was put into the hospital for getting beat up. No one knew why until Jug had asked.

“Dad why are you still here?”

“I can’t leave her, I'm all she has”

“Dad we saw you”

“What are you talking about Jug”

“The day this all happened, Pea and I came in the building behind you incase you needed back up”

“I told you to wait outside! Why didn’t you wait outside!”

“Dad…”

“Jug…”

‘‘Do you love her?”

“I do”

“It isn’t right...”

It spread like wildfire after that. News stations and newspapers littered with titles along the lines of “FP jones Sheriff of Riverdale Police station in love with a girl more than half his age” after Y/N woke up though and FP knew she was safe he left her, ignoring her all the time, thinking that is what she needed. Time away from him, time to be who she truly was. The people were getting to him. Telling him he was gross, telling him he was an endangerment to society, or all the people calling him the name that no man would ever want to be called, but he wasn’t any of that. He got scared, scared that Jelly bean would be taken from him, scared he would hurt you if people started attacking you instead. Months went by, you were still healing. You talked to FP twice in that time frame. Once when he called to check in, and once when you cornered him in a store before he pushed you to the side and walked away having Toni keep you back from trying to run after him, not that you could considering you were in a cast and on crutches. Fp Jones ignored you as much as he could, as much as his heart would let him without fully breaking. He still watched from afar, keeping you safe when anyone looked at you funny. He cared, that could never go away, but he also thought it was better for you if no one was talking about the relationship that both of you had prior. He told the press it was all a lie, told everyone that he loved you like a second daughter rather than a lover. It took another month to get people to believe him, it started with him not seeing you, keeping his distance people began to believe him, he even created a fake relationship with a woman in Greendale. People woul;d see them walk around together, people that were watching FP from afar who thought he was a danger to their young female children. He never kissed her though, never wanted his lips tainted because he always remembered yours. You heard about his new relationship, your heart breaking with every update to the story. Everyone in the serpents kept you protected. Kept the articles hidden from you after you got out of the hospital. You went into a depression when FP stopped talking to you. Your breakup having no goodbye and not being closed left a hole in your heart that no one but him could repair no matter how hard they tried. You loved him and that never stopped. You loved him, need him, craved him. But most of all you needed him to heal, he was the one that saved you, the one that found you bleeding out in that building, his lips the last thing you remember before you drifted off and the first thing you wanted to feel when you woke up but instead him being gone made you feel more pain than being shot. You needed him, so after those few months, after you found the articles and the updates you decided that enough was enough, Jug had came to you telling you the entire story, telling you his dad had started taking sips of bourbon again, not full drinks but sips here and there and he could see it slowly starting. He knew his dad needed you just as much as you needed him. So he helped you corner him, locking the office from outside so his dad couldn’t get out.

*Y/N POV*

“FP!”

“Y/N? Get out of this office you shouldn’t be here”

“What about the time you told me I could be here any time I wanted”

“Fine then stay, I'm leaving” You stepped to the side as he tried to open the door.

“You know this is my office, I should be able to come and please as I want, what did you do to the door?”

“Locked it, from the outside, figured you wouldn’t be able to run. You keep shutting me out and ignoring me, why FP I thought...”

“Leave, this is my office remember!”

“Oh get off your fucking pedestool, how many nights did we spend here otgether! You telling me this was our special place where no one could hurt us!”

“None, as far as I'm concerned and you should know that!”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen! Cause guess what? It did!!”

“Fuck Y/N I need to pretend!”

“Why!?”

“I need to keep you safe! Keep Jug and Jelly bean safe!”

“You always keep them safe”

“They won’t be unless I pretend, it’s so fucked because I fucking love you with everything I have and I shouldn’t”

“And why not!? Who says you shouldn’t?”

“The whole fucking world y/n, your 21 and I am 50. I know you saw the papers! The articles and news reports!”

“Yeah I did and fuck them, Fuck the world FP because I love you too and that is all that should matter. I fucking love you so much”

“But is that enough?”

“It damn well should be. When, when you were not there when I woke up Fp it killed me, and then you didn’t talk to me kept me at a distance I didn’t understand. You left a fucking whole in my heart FP”

“I was trying to protect you! To protect everyone”

“Yeah well in trying to protect me, you killed me just the same”

“Let me try to fix it then!, I still love you”

“I love you too Fp, but you need to learn not to care what the world thinks”

“I want you Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry”

“Good, you should be. And I’m not saying I won’t forgive you because fuck FP I love you with every piece of my being but I can’t let you in instantly, you hurt me so badly”

“I know princess, I know I did” He stepped towards you as you stepped away.

“No, you are not going to do that! It’s gonna take time FP”

“Okay” You knocked on the door with the code as they unlocked it letting you out. “I love you Y/N”

A man, no older than mid 40s stood at the door wearing a white shirt and jeans, his hair slicked back which drew attention to a cut near his eyebrow. You could do nothing but smile at him, unable to open your mouth to speak hoping he would say something first. “Can I help you, miss?” he finally piped up.

“A-are you FP Jones?” you stuttered and he bowed his head to look down at his feet.

“I am, who wants to know?” he replied and looked back up to you, his brown eyes somehow shining in the dim light. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him so you handed the photo you had to him and after looking at the young woman, he looked back to you, “You better come in.”

FP stepped out of the way to let you get pass him and into his trailer. Shutting the door, he rushed in front of you, cleaning empty beer cans and piles of papers off the table to tidy up just a bit. It didn't occur to him that the mess didn't bother you and you felt it was just his way to delay any of the conversation he knew was coming.

He still had the photo in his hands and looked at it once more when he got to the kitchen to fix you a drink. He came back with a glass of cola for you and a bottle of beer for him and sat down on the sofa opposite where you were sat. “Where did you get this from?” he asked, holding it up.

“That girl is my mom, I'm [Y/N].” you confessed and again, he looked back at photo. There was a sudden change in FP's expression as if a ton of memories came flooding back to him.

His thumb caressed the photo over the face of your mom, “I loved her.” he whispered and quickly wiped a tear that fell to his cheek.

You felt anger in FP's line, “Then why didn't you stay?” you asked, your voice harsh, but quiet.

FP shook his head, “I don't know what she told you, but she left me, and if you're here for the reason I think you are, I think I know why.” he replied, his voice a lot more calmer than you were expecting. He stood and rounded the small table in the middle of you both to sit next to you and he clasped his hands together in front of him. “Your mom and I were members of a gang known as the Southside Serpents.” FP began and you were already confused as your mom had never discussed it.

He couldn't stop looking at the photo, and you started to wish your mom had talked about FP as much as she clearly meant to him.

“She was my girl, we were together for a couple of years and then suddenly, she didn't want be my girl anymore. We had some great nights together before she left and one morning I found her Serpent jacket and a note telling me she couldn't do it anymore.”

There was a wobble in FP's chin as he talked about her and he stood up again. Walking to the wardrobe, he took out a leather jacket with a green snake in an S shape and the words SOUTH SIDE SERPENTS taking up the majority of the back of it.

He grasped it tightly and held it to his nose, taking a sharp inhalation before handing it to you, “She should have this.” he said, trying to send any emotion away from his heart.

You shook your own head, “She's gone, FP, she's gone.” you told him, the tears gathering in your own eyes, “She told me to find you, said you'll look after me when I told you who I was.”

Suddenly, FP struggled to let go of the jacket and sat back down with it tightly in his hands. “She's-she's gone?” he wept. “How?”

You took a large gulp to try and shift the lump in your throat, “She got sick, cancer. Passed away two weeks ago and gave me this letter for you.”

Handing him the letter, you had no idea what was in it but you let FP go away and read it on his own. When he came back, it was obvious from the redness around his eyes that he had been crying and still was when he rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around your body and pulling you in for a hug. After he broke it off, he then handed you another piece of paper with you name written in your mom's handwriting on one of the sections that had been folded. On the page were four words, 'FP. He's your dad.”

You looked up to him, the realisation of what you had suspected over the last few weeks being confirmed and you both grinned at each other, the tears threatening to come once more, “You're my dad.” you reiterated with a tearful smile.

FP's smile was definitely wider, but the tears streamed harder for him, something you didn't expect from a gang member. “I'm your dad.” He hugged you again and then took a moment to look at you properly, “You look so much like her.” FP said with a little laugh, seeing so much of a woman he loved in you.

“I could.” She chuckled, taking a swig of it. “Hey, do you know Jughead? He’s a Serpent too... Maybe you’ve seen him around?”

“Of course I know Jug. I actually haven’t seen him today though... Are you his girl?” The old man smirked, looking at her knowingly. 

“No,” Kat laughed, shifting uneasily on her bar stool. 

“I did see FP. Maybe he knows where his boy is.” The man said, pointing over at the staircase at the back of the bar that Kat always assumed led to FP’s office or something like that.

“Thanks, uh-?”

“Bear.” He smiled.

“Can I call you, Teddy?” She grinned. Kat couldn’t help but feel an instant connection with the man.

“Teddy it is,-”

“Kat.” She laughed, telling him her name.

“Oh! Kat and Teddy. The perfect duo.” He grinned, delighted. “Well, I better get going.” He said taking one last swig of his drink. “It was nice meeting you, Kat. I wish the best of luck to you. See you around?”

“You as well. See you around, Teddy.”

Kat turned back around to look at the staircase Teddy pointed out earlier and she noticed FP was now standing on it, about to make his way up it. Kat jumped off her bar stool and ran over to him, deciding now was her chance to ask him if he had seen Jug, who for some reason, wasn’t answering any of her text messages.

“FP!”

“Huh?” He asked, caught off guard. Kat had caught him just in time before he could close the door behind him. “Kat?”

“Hi. Have you seen Jughead? He hasn’t been answering my calls or texts...”

“Oh, I sent him out with Sweetpea. Don’t worry, nothing too crazy, but it’s a bit of a drive... He might not be back for a while. Why? What’s up?”

“Oh-uh, it’s nothing...” Kat lied, fidgeting awkwardly, squeezing her phone in her hands. She has actually confided in him in the past, so she wasn’t uncomfortable doing so again, but she was worried he wouldn’t want to hear it this time, or that he might be too busy to hear her vent.

“You sure? Anything you need me to tell, Jug? Or anything you wanna talk about?” He asked, opening the door completely and inviting Kat inside.

“Actually...” She subconsciously made her way inside before continuing. “You’re a guy, right?- Don’t answer that.” FP laughed, shutting the door behind him, before letting her continue. “Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you caught your girlfriend kissing another guy?” 

“Oh- boy, uh...” FP’s eyebrows fidgeted as he spoke. “I’d probably kill ‘em.” He answered, making her chuckle.

"Kill who? You’re girlfriend?”

“Both of ‘em.” He laughed, almost resembling Billy Loomis in the 1996 film, Scream.

“I’m kidding. I’m no killer. I’d probably, beat the guy up, make sure he knows my girl is off limits. As for my girl- if i thought she was worth keeping, then I’m sure we could work it out, but if she wants to keep cheating then I’d have to let her go... But- this isn’t a hypothetical question, is it?”

“Is it that obvious,” She laughed, trying to stop her eyes from watering. “I’m so stupid.” Kat wiped the excess water with her finger, preventing it from escaping her waterline. “Archie’s done this before... A part of me isn’t even all that surprised.” 

“You aren’t stupid, Kat. Far from it. Just sounds likes like he needs to figure out what- or who he wants... But, for what it’s worth, if I were you, I wouldn’t stick around for someone who has trouble choosing to stay loyal to me. You deserve so much more than that. A beautiful, kind woman like yourself, deserves a man, willing to change for you. Not an immature boy that can’t make up his mind.”

“You’re so right... Why can’t I meet a guy like you, FP? Mature, loyal, knows what he wants...”

“And what exactly is it that I want?” He questioned before eliminating the distance between her and him.

“You haven’t exactly told me yet... But I’d like to think all those times you’ve helped me through tough times and gave me advice, meant a lot more to you than you originally led me to believe- BUT I could be wrong and probably sound like a complete-” Before Kat could continue, FP cut her off by crashing his lips into hers.

“But- FP.” Kat paused between the kissing, even though she wanted nothing else more than to continue kissing him.

“What?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her but pulling out of the kiss.

“I need to end things with, Archie... I don’t want to be just as bad as him.”

“Right, right.” He pulled away from her and the smile on his face vanished.

“Don’t worry,” Kat smirked, getting close to him and laying a quick, yet passionate kiss on his lips. “I’ll be right back, so we can continue where we left off.”

“I’ll be waiting,” FP grinned, feeling more confidant about his actions.

“Listen, I just stopped by to say that I know about you and Veronica...” Kat began after Archie opened his front door to greet her. “And I forgive you. I realize that you and her have history and sometimes, history repeats itself...”

“Kat...” He sighed, thinking he hurt her again, but in reality she was numb to his actions. She has been for a while. 

“I don’t need an apology. And I don’t want to end things on bad terms. I just want you to know that I still care about you, I never stopped. And I still wish the best for you, and Veronica if that’s who you plan on being with.”

“I am sorry though, Kat... I didn’t want things to play out like this.”

“It’s fine, Archie. I also wanted to let you know that I’ve realized that there has been someone here for me for a while now and I never noticed how much he cared for me until today... I’m actually thinking he might be the one to change my world... I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself. I haven’t felt that way in a long while...”

“well, I’m happy for you, Kat. And I’ll always care for you, too. Thanks for the heads up.”

“I may need some time to get situated and get used to our new ways, but I’ll see you around school, Arch.”

“I’ll see you around school, Kat.” He smiled softly, before shutting the door as she walked off his property.

Kat made her way back to the Whyte Wyrm, to meet up with her date for the night, FP.