#young!falice

[faliceaesthetic]

Falice one-shots

A collection of the one-shots for the FaliceAUWeek

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Chapter 1: Young AU

Chapter 2: Post-break up AU

Chapter 3: Inspired by a song

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[nikkiruncks]

Since you're always up for asks and I'm too Covid-ridden to go anywhere lol - tell us why you love Barchie more than you like Bughead and Varchie! I bailed on the show in season two so can't contribute anything to this discussion but am always so interested in why all of us do or don't ship certain pairings!

With Varchie, I was never a huge fan. Felt more like friends to me and I preferred Valarchie (you can imagine my shock when my cousin told me Varchie would get together lol). But I don’t mind them being endgame simply because my ship was.

Bughead, I thought was cute at first but looking at metas and idk…it’s meh. I wish Falice was endgame (they’re my Rufly lol.)

As for Barchie, there are so many reasons why I love them. For starters, their chemistry was AMAZING. KJ and Lili were AWESOME at their roles. Plug the next door neighbor element along with childhood friends to lovers is the CUTEST thing. I love how much Archie cherishes Betty. And I love how strong Betty’s love and belief in him was there. She didn’t seem to make jokes about Grundy taking advantage of him (I love V, but those were not her finest moments, but she was young too so I can maybe give her pass. Idk it’s just fucked up to me lol.)

I really want to watch the later seasons for these cuties, but I’ll have to skip the ch*ni parts lmao

[madelainesvixens]

“We’re in public, stop that” Falice

“We’re in public, stop that.”

Title: Drive-in cockblocks

Ship: Alice Cooper + FP jones (Falice)

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Saturday nights in Riverdale were for watching movies at the Twilight drive-in. It didn’t matter if the movie was good or not, everyone was there. It was the only moment where both sides of the town would tolerate each other.

This weekend, Candyman was playing and all of the guys took their girlfriend to see the movie, in hope she would get scared and demand to be held. Alice found them pathetic. What was scary in people looking in the mirror and say a murdered one’s name five times? She’d rather stay home and rent The Shining at the blockbuster. At least it was a good movie.

She still went, but had no intention of hiding in a boy’s chest. No, Alice had other plans…that may or may not involve meeting FP Jones behind the snack stand.

Exhaling the smoke between her parted lips, the blonde made her way to their meeting spot, making sure no one had followed nor see her. She wasn’t ashamed of being seen with FP - everyone knew about them fooling around on the regular -, but they didn’t want any peeping Tom or getting banned from the drive-in for exibitionism - even tough it would be epic. Teenagers or not, having sex in public was still considered exibitionism.

She stubbed the cigarette with her heel, cocking an eyebrow at FP’s new look, his usual letterman jacket having been ditched for a dark colored flannel, raven hair slicked back except for that annoying piece at the front who would never stay in place. Alice prefered that look, it fitted more FP’s personality than the All-American look.

“What took you so long, Alice? Had to turn down some Vixen for you tonight. You could at least make it worth my time.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “You sound like I forced you to come here. Admit it, FP: I’m a good fuck.”

A smirk spread on his face. He couldn’t deny that.

They met half way and she crashed her lips on his, FP’s hands coming up on her jaw and hip, itching down to grab her ass through the leather of her skirt. She grinned, pressing her body closer, feeling his fingers grasping at her butt cheek and grabbed onto the lapels of FP’s jacket to pull him down as she pushed her tongue past his lips.

Although they lived on the same side of town - and same trailer park -, they hadn’t seen each other in a couple days - and it showed through their kiss and touches. FP had been busy with football games and training and Alice was working her ass off at the Whyte Wyrm, serving drunk cheap beer and rum to old Serpents.

Alice stepped forward, making FP back away until they reached the fence and switched position. Even though Alice liked being the one in control, she also loved when FP was crowding her with his body.

“Fuck. I missed you, Smith,” FP expressed between kisses.

The blonde cocked an eyebrows, blue irises and red-kissed lips staring up at him. “Me? Or my body?” she quipped back, hands roamed up FP’s body, nails pressing into his firm chest.

He hissed and smirked, snaking under her top to cup her breast, thumb gliding over her nipple hidden under the thin fabric of her unlined bra. “Both,” he breathed, lips touching hers as he spoke.

A gasp left Alice’s lips and she connected their mouths together again.

A voice coming from the intercome announced that they were having some troubles with the movie and that there would be a small delay. Some ‘boo’s were heard, but Alice nor FP paid attention, caught into their own bubble.

She tugged at his dark mane when he freed her lips from his and kissed down her jaw and neck, nipping as he went down. Alice moaned, head falling back and resting against the fence, raising her leg to hook it against FP.

FP’s lips kissed at her collarbone, pushing down the mesh shirt from Alice’s shoulder to kiss more skin.

As he did so, she could feel FP against her hip, growing harder and harder by the second. Usually, she would’ve slipped her hand in his pants, but not tonight. She had to put an end to it.

With difficulty and reluctance, she pushed FP away. “We’re in public, stop that.”

He knitted his eyebrows, surprised at her sudden lack of wildness.

Alice released a breath and caressed FP’s jaw before explaining herself. “As much as I’d love to pursue this, I’m afraid we’re going to have to take it elsewhere tonight. I saw Mr. Klein from Literature and my trailer neighbor and I’d rather not give a free show to some old voyeurs.”

FP sighed in annoyance. Fucking cockblocks. “What are they even doing here? I doubt Mr. Klein is into horror.”

“As far as I know, they’re both perverts.”

She had once caught her neighbor peeking into her bedroom window when she was getting ready for bed and Mr. Klein had a reputation for checking teenage girls out at school.

“They’re probably here to see boobs on a big screen,” FP responded, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Alice grimaced in disgust, hitting the boy’s chest, trying to chase away the image popping inside her head of her teacher and neighbor jerking off in their cars.

FP laughed, amused. “Dad is at the bar and won’t be back till they kick him out.” He nodded his head toward the exit and Alice smiled, eagerly walking out of the Twilight drive-in.

[atouchofireland]

“I hated him... but I wanted him”

-ALICE MOTHERFUCKING COOPER ABOUT FP JONES

[crazymisscarly]

Falice FanFic Update

We’re still going strong in the slow burn, but the inevitable fire bomb is on its way!

FP reluctantly helps his wife cover her tracks, and Alice risks it all to go head-to-head with Deputy Keller and CPS and stop Jughead’s life getting turned upside down.

Bonus:

FP and Alice come to a decision about Charles, and prove to be the most amicable exes/coparents in Riverdale…

[bugheadchemistry]

Young!Falice vs Bughead

requested by @freezing82

[gogenevieveart]

The Midnight Club

[lenakluthor]

"He was the BMOC."

[sharkbait-o-haha]

Listen. Young FP should've gone all breathless too when he'd turned around to look at Young Alice, cause she was smokin hot, like a toasted marshmallow.

How could you resist her??!?

[aesxv]

/ riverdale 3x04 • 2018

[yourundisclosedesire]

It's been a year since The Midnight Club aired and here I am still tryin to understand if its young Falice or actually Bugheads chemistry that I'm head over heels in love with.

[faliceaesthetic]

“He still loves her despite everything”

I’m going to do a FaliceAUWeek, is anyone interested?

[madelainesvixens]

PROMPT LIST | PART 3

What’s better for the new year that start with a new, good and fresh prompt list? All you have to do is send a ship name into my ask along with two to three numbers from the list. 

p.s. Please say if you (absolutely) want smut 

‘’Love can be an ugly feeling too.’’

‘‘Can you come over?’‘

‘‘Are you high?’‘

‘‘Why are you bleeding?’‘

‘‘I’m not a damsel in distress.’‘

‘‘You look so fucking how right now.’‘ 

'’I remember it all too well.’’ 

‘‘Can I touch you?’‘

‘‘Anything hurts less than the quiet.’‘ 

‘‘We’re in public, stop that.’‘

‘‘I’m not going to lie, this isn’t how I planned this to go down.’‘

‘‘What am I gonna do without you?’‘

‘‘Your love is my drug.’‘

‘‘Is that a..hickey?!’‘

‘‘Why haven’t you kissed me yet?’‘

‘‘I’ll always love you.’‘

‘‘I wish I could go back in time but I can’t...’‘

‘‘Can you please come and get me?’‘

‘‘I can’t stay.’‘

‘‘Have you been drinking? You look terrible.’‘ 

‘‘You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say ‘I love you’.’‘

‘‘You can’t come here unannounced.’‘ 

‘‘I don’t want your apology.’‘

‘‘Nice ass, asshole.’‘

‘‘I’m high on you, Baby.’‘

‘‘I can’t do this anymore.’‘

‘‘Kiss me.’‘

‘‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder.’‘

‘‘We could get arrested for this.’‘

‘’Close the door.’‘

‘‘Please don’t post that.’‘ 

‘‘Can you be serious for a whole minute?’‘

‘‘I’m pretty sure this is illegal.’‘

‘’You had me at ‘hello’.’‘

‘‘I never knew loving could hurt this good.’‘

‘‘Just a touch of your love is enough to take control of my whole body.’‘

‘‘Do you need a place to stay for tonight?’‘

‘‘Always and forever.’‘

‘‘If you love me let me go.’‘

‘‘Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.’‘

‘‘Who the hell do you think you are? My dad?’‘

‘‘Please don’t shut me out.’‘

‘‘I know you feel what I feel.’‘

‘‘You’ve unlocked something in me.’‘

‘‘I knew you were trouble when you walked in.’‘

‘‘Stop playing with my feelings.’‘

‘‘Spend the night with me.’‘

‘‘Who said loving me was easy?’‘

‘‘Even if I did feel something for you, you wouldn’t care.’‘

‘‘You told me you loved me so why did you go away?’‘

‘‘I don’t get tired of you the way I get tired of other people.’‘

‘‘You’re not sorry.’‘

‘’Are you single? Just asking.’’

‘‘You’re not the same anymore.’‘

‘‘I didn’t plan to fall in love but I did.’‘

‘‘I love me a cliché bad boy.’‘

‘‘I never thought anyone could ever make me feel this way.’‘

‘‘It’s lonely here without you.’‘ 

‘‘Bite me.’‘

‘‘It takes everything in me not to call you.’‘

‘‘I’ve had enough.’‘

‘‘You should’ve been there.’‘

‘‘I never thought we’d have a last kiss.’‘

‘‘You make my heart feel some type of way and it’s freaking me out.’‘

‘‘Nice ass.’‘

‘‘You weren’t supposed to see me like this...’‘

‘‘Love terrifies me.’’

‘‘When things gets crazy, don’t push me away.’‘

‘‘I will always be yours, forever and more.’‘

‘‘What does your heart say?’‘

p.p.s. My personal favorites are in italic, in case you were curious

[giulytrinka]

Sweet Taste (Falice)

“This is stupid,” Penelope announced.

Sierra barely spared her a glance. “You think everything is stupid.”

“This is especially stupid,” Penelope argued, kicking her heels against the leg of the table she was currently perched on. “Don’t you think this is especially stupid?”

Hermione raised a brow. “How exactly is testing brownie recipes for our bake sale stupid?”

“That’s not the stupid part,” Penelope said. “The fact that we’re having a bake sale is stupid.”

Gladys laughed. “Do you actually want to have to share equipment with the boys? Don’t you want our own balls?”

“That’s just it, though,” Penelope said, and the fact that she didn’t rise to Gladys’ pointedly dangled bait shows the depth of her irritation. “We’re trying to raise money so we don’t have to work with the boys. How is a joint bake sale helping us achieve that?!”

Hermione smiled. “It’s not our fault,” she said mildly, measuring out neat tablespoons of sugar. “It’s school policy.”

“Yeah, unless you wanna wait till next month so we can have our own fundraiser,” Sierra said, stirring a large bowl of cake batter.

Penelope rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Did you hear the news? The fake princess said that if Jones tries to talk to her, she will punch him in the face. The same thing goes for Cooper. Do you believe that?”

"Is Alice threatening to hit Cooper again?"

Everyone glanced up at the sound of FP's voice, its owner trailing after Alice as she entered the room.

When nobody talked, he turned towards her with a boyish grin. “Are you?”

"Always," Alice said with a scoff. "I'd say he deserves it, too."

FP grinned. “Who would have said that the princess had teeth?”

Alice shot him a look but didn’t say anything. Then he added more seriously. “But if he annoys you again, I’ll punch him.”

“Isn’t there a clause in the captaincy code that requires you to defend his honour or at least pretend to?” Sierra asked him with a smile on her lips.

“Oh Sierra, he doesn’t care aha. He would do anything for Alice, even lose his role as captain-“

“Isn't it romantic? The other day I saw him brushing a strand of Alice’s hair behind her ear.” Mary had the heart-eyes while she was talking.

“Ew.”

“Don’t say that Penelope, I found it rather cute.”

“You find everything cute, bloody mary.”

“But you should have seen the look in her eyes. She also blushed and-“

“Can you all stop talking about me and Forsythe Pendleton Second in the third person like we aren’t even here?” Spat a furious Alice. Then she turned towards FP, who had stayed silent while watching the whole exchange with a boyish grin on his face.

Alice saw it and she became angrier. She knew he was wearing that look because he was so proud of himself and she didn’t like being described as a virgin schoolgirl with no experience that blushed in front of FP Jones. “Don’t flatter yourself, Jones. I wasn’t blushing and the two of us aren’t even together.”

For an instant, she fought that she had seen hurt in his face, but that moment didn’t last long since the playboy started to laugh. “Don’t be so dramatic, Smith.”

“Anyway, I don’t believe that the fake princess and the failed playboy are together,” Penelope said while straighten herself up to validate her point. “Plus, didn’t you say that you’ll punch him in the face too? Or was that code for ‘banging him’ like a slut, indeed you used it even for Cooper. Do you open your legs so fast or-“

“Hey. Quit it." FP said gritting his teeth.

He had seen Alice tensed and he knew that if he didn’t intervene there would have been a fight between girls and he didn’t have time for that. He told himself that that was the reason why he had stopped Penelope in the first place, and not because in his mind there were starting to form images of Alice and Hal in a bed while he was kissing his Alice. No, she wasn’t his. And he wasn’t hers.

Yes, he did that only because a fight between girls was annoying. Maybe if he continued to tell himself that, he will start to believe it.

“Jones is right, Penelope. A joke is a joke when it doesn’t last long.” Hermione said with a smile on her lips. “We should go back to our tasking, that is baking.” She added quickly when she saw Penelope and Alice sharing angry looks.

There were a few minutes of silence while the girls turned to their task. FP was watching Alice silently, while she gave him slide glances that didn’t escape to Penelope. Annoyed by them she started to complain again.

“What's he doing here?" she asked Alice while pointing her finger at FP. “The two of you came here together.” She added just to be more bitchy.

Alice rolled her eyes, but before she could have the chance to answer Mary left a giggle causing her to stop from talking.

“What now?” She asked Mary. The redhead looked at Hermione and then back to the blondie. She looked embarrassed and she was red in the face like a child who was caught by her parents doing something that she shouldn’t have to.

“Well?”

“Emh. Hermione and I were saying that it could be cute if the two of you wear the same t-shirt during the day of the competition so you won’t look only like the captains but also like a coup-“

“Ok, stop it. Now!”

[ continue to read it here ]

[crazymisscarly]

FanFic Update!

I have four assignments to do, so naturally I updated my Falice FanFic this weekend... twice.

We're almost at the peak Falice moments, so if you want to see what life in Riverdale could have been like if Alice kept Charles, please give this one a read! I'm actually really proud of it LOL and am using some of the chapters for my writing class assignment hahaha.

Chapter 10 is here and Chapter 11 is here.

Disclaimer: Alice doesn't have a gun in this fanfic, this is just the only freaking gif I could find of young Skeet and Madchen hahaha

Somewhere in these chapters (not sure which one lol):

Alice and FP try to make fun memories with their combined children to soften to reveal that FP is Charles' father... but someone lurking in the shadows is about to derail FP's plans.

Excerpt:

Context: FP and Alice are at the Twilight Drive-In, watching The Neverending Story with Charles, Jughead, Jellybean, Betty and Polly... Jellybean is in the car with FP and Alice, the older kids are in FP's truck.

Alice sighed and rolled over to face him properly. “I was just reminiscing.” She said, and at the confused look on FP’s face, she explained: “When Charles was a toddler, we couldn’t afford to run a space heater.” She said quietly, then her smile widened. “During the Winter, while we still lived in the trailer park, on freezing cold nights I used to cuddle him to my chest while he slept. Sometimes I used to sing him to sleep… sometimes I’d tell him stories. I doubt he had any idea what I was saying, but he’d watch me until he dozed off…” She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again she had a sad look on her face. “Times were tough for us… but sometimes I miss the quiet moments we shared.”

FP felt moisture prickling his eyes, and he swallowed. “I wish I could have been there with you both…” He whispered, unable to contain the raw, thick emotion in his voice.

Alice stared at him for a moment before she spoke. “I do too.” She admitted, then sighed. “But then… I wouldn’t have Betty or Polly. I do wish Charles could have grown up with you in his life, but I don’t think I want that more than I want my daughters.” The side of her mouth grimaced as she looked down at the blanket. “Is that selfish?”

FP stayed still for a moment, then slowly shook his head. “If that’s selfish, then I’m selfish too.” He mumbled it quietly, but he was sure Alice heard every word. “Jughead and Jellybean… I wouldn't trade them for anything. It hurts to know that I wasn’t there for Charles… but I love my other kids. They’re… they mean the world to me. Even though things with their mother aren’t great right now.” He said the last part mostly to himself.

But Alice clearly heard him, because she rested her hand on FP’s arm. “You’re here now.” She said solemnly, and their eyes met with an emotional intensity that felt almost tangible. “The circumstances… It’s just background noise in comparison. What matters is that you’re here, and you’re present in our son’s life now. Whatever is happening in our personal lives, we’re making it work for him, but we’re also making it work for our other kids.” 

FP felt a tear trickling down his cheek, but he ignored it. “You know, as shitty as it was at the start… I’m glad that I have you to ‘co-parent’ with.” He chuckled, and Alice squeezed his arm.

“Yeah, we’re really giving the Brady Bunch a run for their money.” She laughed quietly, and a sharp pang twinged in FP’s heart.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find the words. Alice was still gazing into his eyes, but her laughter trailed off into silence. And yet, he couldn’t look away. He was trapped in her eyes, and a tension was building in his stomach that spread goosebumps along his skin. “You know,” he choked out, “this movie is a lot cheesier than I remember.” 

Alice’s eyes stayed on his. “Yeah. The dragon-dog seemed a lot more realistic when I was in elementary school.”

Neither of them stopped looking at each other… and the air between them lost some of its frost. FP felt his breathing become ragged, his shoulders moving up and down in tandem with his breaths. And Alice held his eyes in her wake, her slow blinks doing nothing to break the connection between them.

FP’s arm was covered by a thick Sherpa-lined jacket, but he could still feel where her hand rested on his arm. It was wrong, he was a married man, and he had his baby daughter sleeping on his chest… but FP couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket. He also couldn’t deny the fact that in the last six months, the mother of his once-secret love child had shown him more kindness and affection than his own wife had.

Deep down, FP couldn’t blame his wife for having such a huge problem with Charles. He hated it, but he understood why she didn’t want anything to do with the kid. He didn’t blame her for her anger, but he did wish she would be more open minded - it wasn’t like he’d cheated on his wife. Charles had been born while FP should have still been in high school. 

But FP also couldn’t deny… that if he did what his body was screaming at him to do – if he closed the gap between his face and Alice’s, and let his lips brush against hers the way he so desperately wanted them to… well, that would be a betrayal. 

He forced himself to tear his eyes away from Alice, and let out a long breath. He was playing a dangerous game, and his brain wasn’t thinking through the consequences. FP forced his muscles to sit up, and narrowly avoided bumping his head on the roof of the car. Alice scrambled into a sitting position, and released a sigh that sounded like it had come from the depths of her soul.

FP coughed to clear his throat. “I might go and check if the kids need anything.” He said quickly, using the first excuse he could think of to get the hell away from this car and make his mind think things through rationally. Maybe the cold air would bring him to his senses. He took in a deep breath, and gently laid Jellybean down beside him. “Do you mind supervising her while I’m gone?”

“Yeah—” Alice’s voice caught in her throat, and she grunted to clear it. “Yes, of course. Sure. I’ll see you when you get back.” She kept her eyes on the screen, the avoidance and nerves in her voice obvious. 

FP didn’t waste another second.

[bugheadchemistry]

I hated him...but I wanted him. 

requested by anonymous