Dad’s best friend // FP Jones

@Fuckkoffcourtney: Could you write an FP Jones imagine where the reader is Archie’s older sister (like out of college, 25 years old at least so it’s not weird) and her and FP have this secret thing going on bc if Fred finds out, hell would break loose and maybe Archie or Jughead walk in on them being cute af and instead of being mad, they’re just kinda like “I KNEW IT” and it’s just amazingly adorable??? Thank you so much!!!

Warnings: cussing (i think it’s legit the word slut lmao)

Word Count: 1,356

Characters: FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Pop Tate.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s been a while since my last imagine, but I’ve been job hunting lately. I’ll be posting more for you soon. I love you x

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Ever since moving back to Riverdale, only one person had occupied your thoughts.

FP Jones.

You weren’t really the one to go around dating everyone (~~very different to your brother, who in your opinion was a slut~~), but when you did have relationships, they usually lasted a good year or two. But this relationship that you had been building with your dad’s best friend and brother’s best friend’s dad, it was a bit complicated.

Like, if Fred found out, you and FP would both probably have the same fate as Jason.

“Can you two shut up?!” You groaned, opening Archie’s bedroom door, looking at the two boys sitting on the ground, playing the old Nintendo 64 (which was yours, but he had taken it from your room, obviously). “Jughead, what do you want for-“

“A burger and fries please.” He didn’t even look at you, making you roll your eyes at the younger boy’s obsession with Pop’s burgers. “Archie?” You asked, leaning against the door frame and raising an eyebrow at your ginger brother. “Same as Jughead, please.” He didn’t even look up at you, his fingers pounding away at the buttons.

You groaned once again, turning around to go to your bedroom. “And try not to break my controllers!” You called out, shutting your door and picking up your phone, dialling Pop’s number (which everyone in Riverdale surely must know off by heart) and placing the order. Once you slid your white Converse on, you rolled your jeans up and shrugged on a jacket and fixed your hair. You had gotten the darker locks from your father, unlike Archie, who got the ginger locks from your mother, whereas, you both had the same eyes, long lashes and pale complexion.

Tucking your phone into your pocket, you left your room and bounded down the stairs, holding onto the railing. “Hey there Vegas!” You grinned, kneeling down in the foyer of the house to pet the Golden Retriever who was obediently sitting at your feet. “I’ll take you for a walk later on, alright?” You smiled, kissing the Retriever’s head and walking into the kitchen. “Dad, I need money to pick up dinner. I’ve ordered yours and I’m about to go- Oh, hello, Mr Jones.” You stopped rambling as you saw the older male (other than your dad) in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a beer.

“(Y/N).” FP nodded, letting his eyes rake up and down your body. “Remember. It’s FP or you don’t say anything at all.” He laughed, looking at your dad. You giggled a little, keeping your eyes on him, but snapping from the little daydream as your dad handed you money.

“I’ll be back in about 20 minutes.” You nodded, grabbing your bag, which hung on the hook, and taking the keys to the house. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your dad had moved out of your sight, so you looked FP in the eyes and bit your lip, giving him a sly wink and leaving the house.

“Hello, Pop!” You greeted as you walked into the diner, seeing the man that you had grew up around. He would always give you free onion rings or a free milkshake everytime your 5 year old self would walk into the diner, chubby cheeks and hair in two pigtails.

“(Y/N)! How was college, love? You’ve grown up so much!” He greeted, shuffling out from behind the counter and wrapping his arms around you. Pop gave the best hugs, and it just made you feel like nothing was wrong in the world.

“I passed with a master’s in Psychology, so that was fun, but other than that, I didn’t really do too much. I was mostly studying or travelling from New York to Riverdale.” You took a seat on the stool, biting your lip. “But now that I’m finished, I’m going to go job hunting. I hope I can find somewhere in Riverdale, or Greendale, but if not, I’ll have to move elsewhere, and I really don’t want to do that.” You tightened your ponytail.

“Love, I think you’d do amazing out in the Psych field, but if you need some quick cash, come work in the diner for a bit. You could do night shifts for me.” He laughed, sliding a strawberry milkshake in front of you. “I’ll go finish up your order.” Pop went out the back, but not before smiling at you when you called out a ‘thank you’.

“Hey! The onion rings are mine!” You shouted as Jughead tried to take the packet of onion rings. “I got you a burger and fries, so get away from my food!” You slapped his hand, sitting at the breakfast counter and huffing as you set your onion rings and burger in front of you. “That goes for you too, Archie.” You raised an eyebrow at your little brother, who was obviously trying to take the onion rings from you.

“I swear, you still act like you’re sixteen again and complaining when Archie threw up everywhere,” Fred laughed, making you look up at him with a raised brow. You shook your head, placing the food back in the paper bag and stuffing it in the fridge when you felt your phone buzz.

“I’ll be back later. I need to go deal with something.” You shrugged your jacket on again and left the house, making your way towards the side of town most people avoided.

“FP?” You said softly as you opened the trailer door, gently closing it behind you. “Iyou’re your text.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, hearing the shower running. You shook your head and made yourself comfortable on his sofa and put on a cooking show, focusing your eyes on the screen in front of you.

“Thought I heard you come in.” You looked up, seeing a dripping wet FP with a towel wrapped around his hips. You smiled, standing up and walking over to him. “You put on quite the façade with your father, don’t you?” He grinned, leaning down as you put your hand on his jawline, pecking his lips gently. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said softly, grinning as you pushed him towards his bedroom. “Now go get dressed. I’ll be on the couch.”

You sat down on the couch, watching FP disappear into his room. You could hear things moving around and a small thud, which must have either been the towel dropping on the ground or a pair of jeans falling from his grasp.

“Better?” FP’s voice travelled through the trailer as he walked out of his room, clad in sweat pants and a flannel. You nodded and held up the blanket, patting the sofa. “Come sit,” you had said sweetly, watching the older male make his way towards you. “I didn’t know if you wanted to watch a movie or anything, but I’ll let you pick.” You smiled, making yourself comfortable with your legs outstretched on FP’s lap.

“I KNEW IT!” You shot up, bumping your forehead against FP’s as you were awoken by another male voice, making your eyes wide. “Aren’t they adorable, Archie?” You saw a brunette and red head, rolling your eyes. FP groaned and looked at the two teenage boys who were standing at the door.

“I mean, yeah it is. But you two might wanna be a bit more careful and not leave the front door unlocked. Because if dad had walked in instead of us two, which almost happened, until we persuaded him to take a nap, you two would probably have ended up dead.” Archie swallowed, looking at the two of you, a small smile on his lips. “We’ve gotta go anyway, Jughead just came to pick up his stuff.”

“Have fun, you two. But not too much fun,” Beanie Boy winked, making you blush as you watched them leave. Jughead locked the door, smirking at the both of you and closing the door.

“Well, that went well.” FP laughed, leaning in to kiss you gently.

“Better than well,” you smiled, resting your forehead against his. “Much better.”