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100promptsTitle: Piggybank
Fandom: Riverdale
Prompt: Piggybank
Character/Pairing: Alice Smith/FP Jones; Alice Smith & Jellybean Jones; Alice Smith, FP Jones, Jellybean Jones
Rating: K
Word Count: 1438
Summary: “I gots an oinker!” Jellybean informed her, a wide grin on her face.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer:
Alice reminded herself that she was doing this for Jellybean, even though it went against her entire core to go into FP’s ex-wife’s house and risk the potential for awkward small talk (Alice had never liked Gladys, even when she had been an older member of the Serpents, while she was in as a teen, and her opinion of her had not risen over the years. Still, it had been important for FP that she be allowed to have some visitation with the children, as long as it wasn’t overnight, and as long as she remained sober. What was important to FP was important to Alice.
Normally, however, she was content to let FP handle the nitty gritty details about Jughead and Jellybean’s visitation with their mother, whilst she dealt with the wonder that was Hal, who wasn’t quite as irritating once they were not married any longer. That day, however, was different. Alice had made the mistake of agreeing to something that Jellybean had asked her to do while she was still half asleep, and had discovered that what she had agreed to do was accompany her, Jughead, and their father to Gladys’s apartment over in Greendale. She had been tempted to beg out of it, but she wasn’t capable of saying no to the little girl once she stared at her with her big, brown eyes that looked so much like her father’s.
“Will you sit in the back with me?” Jellybean asked, as she buckled her into her carseat, one of her Barbie dolls clutched in her hands. “Please, Mama Allie?”
“You don’t want to sit with your brother?”
Jellybean shook her head, her pigtails bouncing as she did. “I wanna make little critter do his trick again.”
“Ah, you think you’re getting a brother?” Alice and FP weren’t sure what they were expecting, but the baby had begun kicking in earnest over the course of the week, and Jellybelly had been delighted to feel it. “Well, I’ll sit with you,” she agreed. “No promises on whether little critter will do tricks. Right now I think he’s sleeping.”
“Sit between me and Juggie,” she insisted. “Daddy knows where he’s going. He won’t get lost.”
“Why do you want me to come with you, again?” It was immature to admit, but Alice really did not want to go with her husband and children to see Gladys. “I know you told me, but--”
“I gots an oinker!” Jellybean informed her, a wide grin on her face. “Mommy got it for me, and she gots one for Juggie, too. She says we gotta feed them so they can get big an’ fat.”
“Your mother bought you and Jughead pigs?” Alice demanded, her eyes wide with horror. She had known Gladys was irresponsible, but this behavior took the cake. Buying her children that she got to see for four hours a week (if she even took that) farm animals? While she lived in an apartment? That was beyond the pale. “I mean...of course I want to see the oinker, Jellybelly,” she insisted, as she plastered on a smile. The little girl smiled back. Being a child, of course, it made sense that Jellybean thought that a pet pig was a grand event. She supposed that she should be grateful that Jellybean had even had the presence of mind to tell her. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Jellybean often tried to invite Alice to join them at Gladys’s, and Alice found herself wishing she hadn’t continually come up with excuse after excuse. Perhaps then she could have spared herself (and others) the woman getting it in her head that a pig was an appropriate pet.
“Babe, what are you doing in back there?” FP questioned. “You don’t want to sit up front with me?”
Alice preferred to sit up front with FP, but she had promised Jellybean, and she was entirely too pregnant to move. “Jellybelly asked me to,” she said. “Didn’t you, darling?”
The toddler nodded, and FP smiled at them in the rearview mirror, causing Alice to gamely smile back, as she tried to push the thoughts of the pig -- the goddamned pig -- out of her mind.
“I’m just glad that two of my girls are getting along so well,” he said. “You excited, Jellybelly?”
“You and Mama Allie get to see my oinker!” Jellybean gushed. “Super excited!”
FP and Alice exchanged a horrified glance.
***
“Do you actually think that she bought the kids pigs?” Alice hissed in his ear, as she waited with him a respectful distance from Jughead and Jellybean, who were waiting patiently for Gladys to open the door. “This is absolutely ludicrous, FP, I swear to you, if she did--”
The door had swung open, revealing Gladys to the four of them, and she forced herself to shut up and plaster a smile on her face, mainly for the sake of Jellybean, who seemed oblivious to adult cues and thought it would be the best thing ever if everyone’s parents were BFFs. Jughead, on the other hand, seemed to know better. He was older, of course, that made sense.
“Hi kids,” Gladys said. “I didn’t know you were bringing Alice. Couldn’t you have left her at the nightmare on Elm Street? It’s just four hours, FP.”
Alice stiffened. “I’m--”
“I wanted Mama Allie to come,” Jellybean insisted, her eyes filling with tears. “Don’t be mean to her.”
“It’s okay,” Alice told her. “It’s fine, Jellybean. Don’t be upset.”
“I wanna show you my oinker,” she snuffled, and she tugged at Alice’s hand. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
“You’re not bad, Jellybean,” she whispered. “You can show me your oinker, I still want to see it.”
“Mommy thinks I am, though.”
“I don’t think you’re bad, Jellybean, it’s your stepmother I have a problem with.”
“Why don’t you take Mama Allie inside, and you and your brother can show her whatever it is you want to show her, okay, Jellybelly? Daddy and Mommy need to have a little talk, out here.”
“She won’t want to now.”
“That’s not true,” Alice insisted. Well, it was accurate, but Jellybean didn’t need to know that. “I want to see the oinker.”
“You do?”
“Yes, sweetheart, of course I do,” she soothed. “I think, if you’re patient, little critter will wake up for you.”
Jellybean’s eyes lit up at the prospect of getting to feel her little brother or sister, and Alice let her tug her into the apartment. The smell of stale cigarette smoke hit her immediately, and she felt vaguely ill, but a lack of desire to bring the kids back to their arguing parents made her push her feelings aside.
“I don’t care what you think about Alice, she’s my wife and we’re raising those kids, like you asked us to, because drinking and snorting coke is more important than being their mother,” she heard him say, and she turned up the television that was on in the apartment, determined to make the kids’ visit as normal as possible.
“I get the oinker for you,” Jellybean informed her. “You wait here with Juggie.”
“You don’t need help, Jelly?”
She shook her head. “Daddy says you have to rest.”
This was true, but Alice felt FP would be lenient on his rule when it came to Jellybean not lifting a pig on her own. There was no detering the younger girl, however, and Alice let her press a loud kiss to her belly (along with a loudly whispered declaration of love), and she watched her skip into the other room.
“I’m sorry that I ruined your day with Gladys,” she told Jughead.
“Don’t be. I only go so she won’t refuse to see Jellybean.”
“Mama, come see my oinker!” Jellybean squealed, and Alice peered over at her direction, and breathed in a sigh of relief when she identified said oinker as a piggy bank, and not one of the porcine, hog, variety. “It’s gots a princess tutu, and a unicorn hat.”
“Well, isn’t that sweet?”
Jellybean nodded. “I wanted you to see it.”
“I know, darling,” she said. “Thank you for showing me.”
It was clear that the bank was important to Jellybean, and Jellybean was important to Alice. She loved both of FP’s children like they were her own, and she was glad that they loved her back.
“How’s little critter?” Jellybean asked, her tone curious. “Does he want to play?”
“I think so,” she told her. “Give me your hand.”
“Juggie too,” she insisted.
“Of course, your brother is more than welcome to feel,” she said. “Come here, Jughead, give me your hand.”
Fandom: Riverdale
Prompt: Piggybank
Character/Pairing: Alice Smith/FP Jones; Alice Smith & Jellybean Jones; Alice Smith, FP Jones, Jellybean Jones
Rating: K
Word Count: 1438
Summary: “I gots an oinker!” Jellybean informed her, a wide grin on her face.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer:
Alice reminded herself that she was doing this for Jellybean, even though it went against her entire core to go into FP’s ex-wife’s house and risk the potential for awkward small talk (Alice had never liked Gladys, even when she had been an older member of the Serpents, while she was in as a teen, and her opinion of her had not risen over the years. Still, it had been important for FP that she be allowed to have some visitation with the children, as long as it wasn’t overnight, and as long as she remained sober. What was important to FP was important to Alice.
Normally, however, she was content to let FP handle the nitty gritty details about Jughead and Jellybean’s visitation with their mother, whilst she dealt with the wonder that was Hal, who wasn’t quite as irritating once they were not married any longer. That day, however, was different. Alice had made the mistake of agreeing to something that Jellybean had asked her to do while she was still half asleep, and had discovered that what she had agreed to do was accompany her, Jughead, and their father to Gladys’s apartment over in Greendale. She had been tempted to beg out of it, but she wasn’t capable of saying no to the little girl once she stared at her with her big, brown eyes that looked so much like her father’s.
“Will you sit in the back with me?” Jellybean asked, as she buckled her into her carseat, one of her Barbie dolls clutched in her hands. “Please, Mama Allie?”
“You don’t want to sit with your brother?”
Jellybean shook her head, her pigtails bouncing as she did. “I wanna make little critter do his trick again.”
“Ah, you think you’re getting a brother?” Alice and FP weren’t sure what they were expecting, but the baby had begun kicking in earnest over the course of the week, and Jellybelly had been delighted to feel it. “Well, I’ll sit with you,” she agreed. “No promises on whether little critter will do tricks. Right now I think he’s sleeping.”
“Sit between me and Juggie,” she insisted. “Daddy knows where he’s going. He won’t get lost.”
“Why do you want me to come with you, again?” It was immature to admit, but Alice really did not want to go with her husband and children to see Gladys. “I know you told me, but--”
“I gots an oinker!” Jellybean informed her, a wide grin on her face. “Mommy got it for me, and she gots one for Juggie, too. She says we gotta feed them so they can get big an’ fat.”
“Your mother bought you and Jughead pigs?” Alice demanded, her eyes wide with horror. She had known Gladys was irresponsible, but this behavior took the cake. Buying her children that she got to see for four hours a week (if she even took that) farm animals? While she lived in an apartment? That was beyond the pale. “I mean...of course I want to see the oinker, Jellybelly,” she insisted, as she plastered on a smile. The little girl smiled back. Being a child, of course, it made sense that Jellybean thought that a pet pig was a grand event. She supposed that she should be grateful that Jellybean had even had the presence of mind to tell her. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Jellybean often tried to invite Alice to join them at Gladys’s, and Alice found herself wishing she hadn’t continually come up with excuse after excuse. Perhaps then she could have spared herself (and others) the woman getting it in her head that a pig was an appropriate pet.
“Babe, what are you doing in back there?” FP questioned. “You don’t want to sit up front with me?”
Alice preferred to sit up front with FP, but she had promised Jellybean, and she was entirely too pregnant to move. “Jellybelly asked me to,” she said. “Didn’t you, darling?”
The toddler nodded, and FP smiled at them in the rearview mirror, causing Alice to gamely smile back, as she tried to push the thoughts of the pig -- the goddamned pig -- out of her mind.
“I’m just glad that two of my girls are getting along so well,” he said. “You excited, Jellybelly?”
“You and Mama Allie get to see my oinker!” Jellybean gushed. “Super excited!”
FP and Alice exchanged a horrified glance.
***
“Do you actually think that she bought the kids pigs?” Alice hissed in his ear, as she waited with him a respectful distance from Jughead and Jellybean, who were waiting patiently for Gladys to open the door. “This is absolutely ludicrous, FP, I swear to you, if she did--”
The door had swung open, revealing Gladys to the four of them, and she forced herself to shut up and plaster a smile on her face, mainly for the sake of Jellybean, who seemed oblivious to adult cues and thought it would be the best thing ever if everyone’s parents were BFFs. Jughead, on the other hand, seemed to know better. He was older, of course, that made sense.
“Hi kids,” Gladys said. “I didn’t know you were bringing Alice. Couldn’t you have left her at the nightmare on Elm Street? It’s just four hours, FP.”
Alice stiffened. “I’m--”
“I wanted Mama Allie to come,” Jellybean insisted, her eyes filling with tears. “Don’t be mean to her.”
“It’s okay,” Alice told her. “It’s fine, Jellybean. Don’t be upset.”
“I wanna show you my oinker,” she snuffled, and she tugged at Alice’s hand. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
“You’re not bad, Jellybean,” she whispered. “You can show me your oinker, I still want to see it.”
“Mommy thinks I am, though.”
“I don’t think you’re bad, Jellybean, it’s your stepmother I have a problem with.”
“Why don’t you take Mama Allie inside, and you and your brother can show her whatever it is you want to show her, okay, Jellybelly? Daddy and Mommy need to have a little talk, out here.”
“She won’t want to now.”
“That’s not true,” Alice insisted. Well, it was accurate, but Jellybean didn’t need to know that. “I want to see the oinker.”
“You do?”
“Yes, sweetheart, of course I do,” she soothed. “I think, if you’re patient, little critter will wake up for you.”
Jellybean’s eyes lit up at the prospect of getting to feel her little brother or sister, and Alice let her tug her into the apartment. The smell of stale cigarette smoke hit her immediately, and she felt vaguely ill, but a lack of desire to bring the kids back to their arguing parents made her push her feelings aside.
“I don’t care what you think about Alice, she’s my wife and we’re raising those kids, like you asked us to, because drinking and snorting coke is more important than being their mother,” she heard him say, and she turned up the television that was on in the apartment, determined to make the kids’ visit as normal as possible.
“I get the oinker for you,” Jellybean informed her. “You wait here with Juggie.”
“You don’t need help, Jelly?”
She shook her head. “Daddy says you have to rest.”
This was true, but Alice felt FP would be lenient on his rule when it came to Jellybean not lifting a pig on her own. There was no detering the younger girl, however, and Alice let her press a loud kiss to her belly (along with a loudly whispered declaration of love), and she watched her skip into the other room.
“I’m sorry that I ruined your day with Gladys,” she told Jughead.
“Don’t be. I only go so she won’t refuse to see Jellybean.”
“Mama, come see my oinker!” Jellybean squealed, and Alice peered over at her direction, and breathed in a sigh of relief when she identified said oinker as a piggy bank, and not one of the porcine, hog, variety. “It’s gots a princess tutu, and a unicorn hat.”
“Well, isn’t that sweet?”
Jellybean nodded. “I wanted you to see it.”
“I know, darling,” she said. “Thank you for showing me.”
It was clear that the bank was important to Jellybean, and Jellybean was important to Alice. She loved both of FP’s children like they were her own, and she was glad that they loved her back.
“How’s little critter?” Jellybean asked, her tone curious. “Does he want to play?”
“I think so,” she told her. “Give me your hand.”
“Juggie too,” she insisted.
“Of course, your brother is more than welcome to feel,” she said. “Come here, Jughead, give me your hand.”
