cherry bomb ➢ riverdale

✩ definitely dilfy ✩

𝓙𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼
𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓟𝓮𝓪
𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲
𝓙𝓸𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼
𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂
𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓼

Jughead Jones

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

Jughead looked down at his oldest daughter, Forsythia, who had put down her stuffed animal cow. Her thick bouncy black hair curled just over her shoulders while her piercing blue eyes stared at him. Jughead opened his mouth to answer her but his son and Forsythia's twin brother, Forsythe the fourth, chimed in.

"You suck at listening, Forsythia, momma's at work tonight. This is why I'm momma and daddy's favorite."

Forsythe replied snidely, holding his stuffed animal hedgehog as his big green eyes glared playfully up at his younger twin sister. Forsythia huffed and grabbed her big Raggedy Ann doll, holding it tightly while she pouted. Jughead sighed and sat up, rubbing the back of his head while he leveled himself with his five year old son.

"Forsythe, you know you can't talk to your sister like that. She's not stupid and you wouldn't like it if she talked you that way, would you?"

Suddenly, Jughead's words were cut off as the Raggedy Ann doll that was previously being cuddled by Forsythia was now rocketing towards Forsythe. The young boy let out a screech before the large soft comforting doll tackled him to the floor with its inanimate body. Jughead's jaw dropped and he looked at his daughter who sat there with an angelic smile across her face. Jughead opened his mouth to discipline Forsythia before a baby's cry filled the air. Jughead's vibrant green eyes stared between the two children dully before he stood and approached the baby seat that stood next to the couch that he previously sat on.

"What are you crying about, baby girl? Are your siblings bothering you?"

He asked the orange haired baby girl as she sniffled and looked up at him with her big green eyes. She raised her pudgy baby arms to be picked up. Jughead chuckled as he scooped her up into his arms, turning to his oldest two children.

"You made Evangeline cry, you two."

Sweet Pea

"Daddy!"

The two in unison screams of two little boys rang out through Sweet Pea's small trailer. He could not help but grin as his two oldest sons ran into the room. Brandon, age five and Braydon, age four. Brandon tumbled to the ground with Braydon as the two boys rolled around on the ground and wrestled with one another. Braydon's big blue eyes gazed up at his father while Brandon giggled.

"Boys, be careful. Don't wake your mother, you don't want the beast to come out here, do you?"

Sweet Pea joked, Brandon and Braydon gasped and covered their mouths as not to wake their sleeping mother. Bailey, aged one year, the third child and oldest of the triplets; Bailey, Butch and Beatrice, laughed loudly. Bailey's fluffy orange hairs bounced on his big pale head. Butch, looking like his father, rolled around in Sweet Pea's lap and laughed loudly as Beatrice, the youngest triplet, clapped her hands, sitting on the floor with her stuffed animal cat, her mousy orange hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail.

"Goddammit."

Sweet Pea grumbled as all five of his children shouted and laughed like a bunch of wild animals.

Malachi

Malachi's snores suddenly stopped, he sat up quickly from his dazed dream. He squeezed his brown eyes shut, reaching up to rub his eyes and run his leather clad hand through his frizzy black hair. That's when he realized that his son was no longer asleep on his chest. He looked around, becoming progressively paranoid of his sons whereabouts.