#but they were still living together till they found a place teehee

[wrecksme]

open to : fems/mascs .

                   scans      the      vicinity     ,      their      belongings      strewed      about      different      surfaces     .      it's      the      luggage     ,      &      several      boxes      that      cause      heart      to      sink      ―      making      it's      home      within      the      deepest      parts      of      her      stomach     .      strained      smile      etches      itself      into      rosy-stained      brims     ,      handful      of      deep      breaths      sucked      in      through      nostrils      ...      as      if      that      would      be      enough      to      calm      her      nerves     .      (      or      the      anxiety      eliciting      goosebumps      along      porcelain      skin     .      )      “      you're      moving      out     ,      then      ?      ”      surprises      herself     ,      with      how      the      words      come      out     ,      rolling      off      her      tongue     .      assumed      they'd      be      harder      to      say     ,      stood      there      in      the      frame      of      the      doorway      ...      the      entrance      to      the      bedroom     .      their      bedroom     .      at      least     ,      it      used      to      be     .      wraps      loose      sweater      around      slender      frame     ,      some      metaphorical      bullshit      about      how      she's      protecting      herself      from      what's      about      to      come     .      it's      futile     ,      &      she      knows      it     .      “      that's      ―      yeah     .      probably      for      the      best     .      ”      swallows      bile      that's      threatening      to      come      up      on      it's      own     ,      words      and      contents      from      today's      lunch     .      “      ...      is      she      going      with      you      ?      ”

[percywinchester27]

A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-9)

Word count: 4.2K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, teehee ;)

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: There is no angst in this part whatsoever. Fun break, right? ;)

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23 the best! <3

A lot like ‘Us’ masterlist

Kevin kept stealing glances at you. It started out guilelessly, but then he got suspicious real quick.

“Something is up with you!” He finally proclaimed.

You looked up innocently from the bowl you were mixing the batter in. “What?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I know something is different today,” Kevin insisted. “Jack, back me up here!”

Jack looked up from his book, sweet and oblivious. “What?”

It only furthered Kevin’s annoyance. “Look at her!” He pointed a finger accusingly at you. “She’s humming!”

“She hums sometimes,” Meg shrugged from her place near the flowerpots in the balcony, where she sat cleaning her telescope.

You winked at her and she blew back a kiss.

“Did you see that!” Kevin shouted. “And now she’s winking!”

“Kev, you need to take it down a notch,” you grinned at him.

“Say what you want, Y/N, I know you’re keeping something from us,” he announced. 

“It’s just that I have an evening to myself for the first time in a while. It’s good to know that I can be in bed by eleven.”

“That’s a good enough reason to hum if you ask me,” Jack said absently. “God knows we’ve all wrecked our sleep schedules beyond repair now.”

“Y/N, Cas and Pam at least have night jobs,” Meg said. “We have zero excuses.”

Kevin gave up on trying to wriggle out the reason for your humming out of you and settled for stealing the cookie batter.

“Let’s not bake this. Let’s just eat this out of the bowl.”

You smacked his hand away, taking the bowl with you to the kitchen counter.

The door to the apartment opened and Cas came in. He looked ready to drop.

There was an outburst of excitement at his entry and he gave everyone a tired but happy smile.

“I thought I’d find you guys here,” he said, dropping on your sofa. 

“Long day?” You asked sympathetically.

He sighed. “It’s always a long day when you’re posted in the pediatric ward. I don’t look forward to it.”

 “But you’re so good with children!” Meg said.

You zeroed in on her. “How do you know that?”

“I-I ran into him at the hospital,” she said, suddenly busy with her lens. “It was nothing.”

Didn’t look ‘nothing’ to you, but you didn’t press her on it. Solidarity was the key to a healthy roommate relationship. Afterall, she had helped you out with Kevin earlier and hadn’t spoken a word about the coat.

You needn’t have worried, because Kevin clearly wasn’t over you.

“Y/N’s keeping something from us,” he complained to Cas promptly. “She’s humming, and smiling and baking those cookies!”

“She does all those things normally,” Cas said. You gave him an exaggerated bow, and Kevin’s jaw dropped.

“Now she’s- she’s doing that!” he spluttered.

You threw the kitchen rag at him. “Why are you scrutinising me with a magnifying glass, when we all should be clearly interested in Jack’s date! Why is nobody asking him the questions?”

“It was good,” Jack said, finally setting the book down. “Claire’s awesome! Hey, Y/N, guess what I found out? Her mom’s a Professor at the law school!”

“Really?” 

“Claire Mills, if it helps,” he added.

Professor Mills. You would have never guessed she had a daughter that old. She didn’t look it. You were instantly reminded of her barging into Sam’s office. What would have happened, if she hadn’t?

“You know what? Fine! Don’t tell me,” Kevin crossed his arms over his chest.

You walked over to him, and ruffled his hair. “It’s really nothing. If it was anything big, I’d tell you.”

It was true. A professor had smiled at you for a bit. That was all there was to it.

“Fine,” he gave in, sneaking away the bowl of cookie batter. “Keep smiling though, you light up the room.”

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9th September 2008

‘You’ll be okay by yourself?” Aunt El asked you, worry creasing her forehead.

“Mom!” Jo groaned. “She’s not by herself! She’s with me.”

Ellen looked at her like that was hardly a good thing and you snickered.

“I worry that instead of her influencing you in a good way, you’re going to spoil her,” she admonished Jo good naturedly. “Please don’t get drunk and annoy the neighbours.”

“We’re totally getting drunk and annoying the neighbours,” Jo whispered conspiratorially behind her mother’s back.

Ellen was heading to Wisconsin for a bar owners convention. At least, that’s what she had told you. Jo believed it was a pretense for her to get drunk with her own friends.

“I’ll help out Jo at the diner,” you told your aunt, getting up to walk her to the door. 

Aunt El placed a hand on your shoulder. “You know you don’t have to, Y/N. Jo has plenty of help there.”

“I want to,” you offered, and she smiled.

“Alright girls,” Aunt El said. “Don’t have too much fun.” She hugged both of you and chasetly kissed your forehead. It was such a pure gesture of affection, it brought back memories of your Gran and the few faded ones of your mom.

“Pick your poison, my sweet child,” Jo grinned, pulling out a bottle of Vodka mere minutes after Ellen’s car had left the driveway. She had a hoard of bottles with her under the table. “We also have Whiskey, rum and this sweet mother of everything holy - Tequila.”

You stared at the assortment of liquor in horror. “Jo, I’ve only ever had beer, and two pints were more than enough to me as high as the holy heaven. This is a stupid idea.”

“In this house, we live for stupid,” Jo said, pouring some of the colourless liquid in a shot glass. “At least when my mother isn’t home.”

You looked at her dubiously.

“C’mon, Y/N, this will be fun!”

Her grin was so infectious that you gave in. 

“Pour away, bar wench,” you said, delicately putting your hand against your forehead like a gothic European woman. Your cousin howled with laughter and slid the glass towards you. “Let’s start with Vodka, shall we?”

The next day you would know that you shouldn’t have started with Vodka. Hell, you shouldn’t have started with anything! It felt like waking up in another reality when you opened your eyes the next morning. In fact, even doing that had been a struggle. The sun was shining too brightly through the tiny slit in the curtains, almost assaulting you in the eyes and your head felt like it had grown a few pounds over the night.

You groaned, wanting to roll over and go back to sleep, but a wave of nausea hit you and you shambled out of the bed, making it just in time to the bathroom to hurl your gut into the toilet. It was nasty and felt neverending. After the puking fit passed, you just curled on your side on the wet bathroom floor, wondering why the hell people put themselves through this? Sure, it had been a fun night, and after the second glass of vodka, you didn’t remember much anyway. Just really vague memories. There was some dancing on the staircase involved, jumping on the bed, and really loud music. Your throat was already sore from all the yelling and laughing, the throwing up had only made it worse.

You tried to recollect why you were in your bra and shorts. Oh, strip poker. You wanted to bang your head against the bathroom tiles, but even moving made the nausea worse. Only the thought of Jo finally made you get up and go looking for her in the house, which was a total mess. There were clothes everywhere. It was like the wardrobes had all burst open spilling clothes all over the house. 

And had there been crying? You remembered in flashes that you were sobbing ceaselessly in Jo’s arms at one point. 

Jo was nowhere to be seen. You did the only logical thing and called her phone.

“Morning, sunshine!” Jo answered on the third ring, voice absolutely nice and chirpy.

“How?” You croaked. 

Jo’s laughter echoed from the other side. “I’m just good at handling it. I was going to wake you before I left for the diner, but you were out for good. Figured you’d call when you woke up. Man, drunk Y/N is my new favourite person in the world. She’s a freaking rockstar! We are so doing this every weekend.”

Well, you wanted to dropkick drunk Y/N from the roof of the house. She got to have all the fun and you were the one to suffer especially when you didn’t even remember anything. From your seat next to the phone you gawked at the clock. It was just past noon.

You groaned.

“There, there,” Jo said sympathetically. “There’s a bottle of Advil on my nightstand. Take two and keep drinking water. You should be better in a few hours, okay?”

“Mhmm…”

“Do you want me to come over?” She asked, sounding worried now.

“I'll be fine,” you answered, quickly.

“Just keep sipping on some water and don’t skip the meal. Eat some bread, I’ve heard that helps, too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Jo asked. Her voice hitched, as if she was nervous. “I’m going out with Dean after work. Is it okay with you if he stayed over?”

“Of course!” you said immediately. “It’s no problem at all.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

After hanging up the phone, you studiously did what Jo had said. Took the pills, filled a water bottle and then snuggled up on the couch, playing some mindless sitcom on the TV.

You didn’t pay any attention to it. Instead, you thought about Dean. When you had first met Dean, you were a little unsure about what to make of him. He wasn’t exactly hostile towards you, but it wasn’t hard to spot the wariness, as if he didn't trust you being around Sam, or rather didn’t want to trust. After the funeral that had completely changed. He had been more than welcoming and understanding. In fact, he had taken the time out to show you around the town in his car. According to Jo it was super rare of him and that he must really like you. His words from the graveyard came back to you. “You have to take care of yourself first, before you can take care of anyone else.” It had been just for your ears, and you knew exactly who he had been hinting towards.

You wondered idly, if you’d had a big brother, would he have been just as protective of you as Dean was of Sam? But Dean wasn’t just Sam’s brother, he was more than that, he was also a parent. Must have been awful to be the responsible one since such a small age and then doing such a great job. Look at how Sam had turned out to be.

You sighed, readjusting yourself. You so wanted to call Sam, but didn’t want to disturb him when he was busy studying for the Bar. You had taken to dropping by their place in the mornings with food. It made you feel like one of those evil scientists, because Dean’s face would light up the moment he saw you, expecting the pie. It was all really cute. Sam’s eyes, however, were only reserved for you. There was so much longing in them that it made your legs weak. The moment he saw you, though, the longing would be replaced by purest of joys. You would run to him and he’d catch up in his arms, kissing you soundly each time. That feeling, of being so wanted, was the best thing in your life right now. 

It was always the little things. How he never touched you without being completely sure that it was what you wanted. The first night you had stayed over, you had woken up in the middle of the night to find him sleeping on the carpet below you. The sight would have melted the hardest of hearts.

You didn’t know what most couples did, had nothing to compare this with, but Sam was definitely different. He read to you. He would open his textbooks, and read out loud cases and laws and proceedings. You didn’t understand much, but you loved to see him so immersed in it, his deep voice had become an anchor, steadying your life around it.

Once, after much persuasion, he had obliged you by playing a piece of Chopin on the Grand Piano. He said he was rusty, since he had been out of practice for so long, only having started playing again recently. You didn’t understand classical music. Whatever he played, it was all lovely.

On Sundays you would go to the park with picnic baskets, and you would rant about the ducks endlessly. Sometimes Dean and Jo would join you, but mostly it was just the two of you, stealing quiet moments. The soft touch of his rough hands drove you mad sometimes, but he never did anything more than kiss you. At first you wondered if he didn’t want anything more, despite Gran’s ‘boys only want one thing’ speech, and it left you feeling so frustrated. You would have believed it too, that he wasn’t interested in you like that, if you hadn’t seen his pupils dilate after he kissed you. His hands would start shaking a little and he would gulp before pulling away. He felt something, even if he didn’t want to show exactly what it was. 

The clock chimed and you opened your eyes. Had you really fallen asleep again, despite having woken up at noon? The TV was still playing a rerun of Days of our lives. You sat up feeling steadier. In fact, your stomach was settled, too. It was like the hangover of morning had never happened. Despite it being only 6, it was dark outside. You walked to the window to see that the sky was overcast. 

Deciding to listen to Jo’s sage advice, you made yourself grilled cheese and ate it as quickly as you could before getting to the mess that the house was in. Dean would be flabbergasted if he saw the condition of the place. You grabbed all the clothes and folded them neatly into two piles- yours and Jo’s. Seriously? Had there been a drunk fashion show? Then rounded up the empty bottles and put them in the trash can. It took you over an hour to clean the rest of the house.

At least Jo had put the mail inside on the table before leaving. You decided to put it in the drawer for when Aunt El returned from her weekend. As you were sliding it in, you noticed that one of them was addressed to you and on the letterhead of-

You hurriedly tore open the envelope and pulled out the contents. Unfolding the first paper, you went through the content furiously for the words that you were looking for. As you read them, the paper slipped out of your hand, fell onto the table. You were running before you knew it, running out of the house and into the street. It had started raining outside and your feet slipped on the wet pavers of the sidewalks. Several times you slipped and fell, but you didn’t let that stop you. Each time you picked yourself up, running till you were drenched and out of breath, till you had reached his house.

You banged on the door, not stopping until it opened. Sam stood there, his annoyance swiftly melting into first surprise, then concern.

“Y/N!” He ushered you inside, quickly closing the door behind you. 

“Sam... S-Sam,” You tried to say and he immediately dragged you inside. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re shivering and soaked to the bone,” he fretted, seating you on the sofa and throwing a rug over you. “What were you thinking? You know you can’t deal with the cold!”

“Sam,” you said, grabbing his hand to stop him from hovering over you. “I- I got in!”

He came to a halt. “What?”

“I got into North Carolina Central,” you finally managed through chattering teeth. “I got in!”

His grip on your arms loosened just for a second and then he was pulling you to him, kissing you with an emotion that probably didn’t have a name. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he said, pulling back, a grin of true happiness breaking across his face. “You did it, Y/N! You did it! This is incredible.”

You could see that he meant it. Each word. And his eyes were saying more than that, they were brimming with gratification. Instead of saying anything, you leaned forward and kissed him some more, deeply, pouring all your feelings into it, till a violent shiver ripped through you.

“Shit!” He swore. “You’ve got to get out of these. You can use my bathroom to wash. I'll get you some of my clothes. Not that they’d fit.” He scratched the back of his hair, looking nervous.

Anything to get out of these clothes. Now that you were so cold, you realised just how reckless it had been to get wet in the rain. 

“Come on.” Sam slowly led you upstairs to his room. “I’ll just turn the hot water on for you.”

You looked around Sam’s room as he disappeared in the bathroom. All the times that you had been to the house, he had never invited you up here. Not once. Looking around, you noticed how clean and organised the room was. There weren’t many personal touches, given how little time he had spent here in the past few years, but there was a picture on his table, of him and Dean, laughing at something. 

“In you go,” Sam said, coming out. “There’s a towel for you, and er... I’ll leave the clothes on the bed.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled shyly and walked into the bathroom, clutching at your wet clothes. Locking the door, you stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked bright eyed and… happy. Like the whole world was at her feet. 

The hot shower did calm your nerves, soothing your skin and getting the mud out of your hair. It felt impolite to leave your clothes in the cloth basket at the foot of the sink, but what other choice did you have? Wrapping the towel around your body, you peeked out to make sure you were all by yourself, before stepping out. Sam had laid out a tshirt, a pair of boxers, sweat pants and even a sweater. You felt your face heated up at the sight of them. It felt so intimate to pull on the boxers. You pulled the T-shirt over your head next. It almost reached your lower thigh. Boldly, you decided to ditch the sweatpants, not feeling the need for them after a warm shower.

In the living room, Sam was tending to the fire, his back turned towards you. Feeling brave, you climbed down the staircase. Sam turned at the sound of your feet and his eyes widened, an audible gasp leaving his lips. The reaction was both flattering and encouraging as you walked towards him slowly and kneeled down in front of him. He gulped and breathed out, leaning back just a bit. You moved forward, caressing the side of his face. He sighed as if your touch pained him. 

“Is this not okay?” You breathed uncertainty. “Do you not want this?”

Maybe the hurt was clear on your face, because Sam drew your hand away from his face and placed it over his heart. Through the thin layer of his t-shirt, you could feel it pounding hard.

“Not want this?” He laughed breathily. “It feels like I’ve wanted nothing but you since I first saw you.”

You didn’t understand. “Then why don’t you ever-” you trailed off.

He took your face in his hands, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. “Y/N/N,” he whispered and the hair on the back of your head stood straight at the intensity in his voice. He had never called you that before. “Don’t you see? You’re too good. I-I don’t think I’m saying it right… part of me feels that I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve you.”

“Sam! What’re you talking about?”

He looked away, not meeting your eyes. It was something you couldn’t bear.

“Do you know what my first thought was, when I saw the acceptance?” You asked gently, placing your other hand which wasn’t resting over his heart, on his face, making him look at you. The very light stubble there prickled the skin of your palm. “That I had to tell you. It was enough to make me run in the rain, because I knew no one would be as happy for me as you would be!”

“I was happy because you deserve this and the world.” His eyes were a liquid galaxy. They held the universe’s power over you.

He still wasn’t getting it. “Sam,” you said, voice low. “I love you.”

His grip on your face slacked and his hands slid down to your shoulders, eyes roving all over your face, like he was trying to memorise every line, every curve of it.

“Y/N.” 

Your name falling from his lips did strange things to your body. Suddenly you were yanked forward and with none of the softness you had come to expect from Sam, but with a desperation that left you reeling. His fingers twisted in your hair and he was kissing you hungrily, like there was no tomorrow, like the world would cease to exist if stopped now. For you it would, if he stopped. You grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling the tense roll of his muscles as his lips traveled down the column of your neck, leaving wet kisses in their wake.

And you? Your body was on fire. It didn’t hurt, just tingled so pleasantly that you never wanted it to stop. An incoherent moan left your mouth as you held on to Sam like dear life.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded, unable to form proper words, and then fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt. God, don’t stop now. Don’t stop ever.

Sam yanked his shirt off of over his head in one swift move and you were left to marvel at that carved out muscles. You ran your hands lightly over his chest, abs and stomach till the skin disappeared beneath the waistband his pants. 

His hands disappeared under your shirt, feeling the skin of your back and shoulders. You shivered and he pulled his hands back. 

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He was nervous, you realised. You dipped down to his chest.

“Yes.”

Before he could do anything else, you stuttered, “Sam?”

His eyes were wide, breath coming pants. “Yeah?”

“I-I’ve never done this before… I want to... but I don’t know how…” your voice trailed off and you looked down at his hands where they held yours. 

Sam placed one finger under your chin and titled it up so he could look into your eyes, “We’ll take it slow… only if you want to. And if you don’t-”

You put your finger to his lips. “I want to, really.” You might spontaneously combust if it didn’t happen now. 

That was all Sam needed to hear. He scooped you up in his arms, and carried you to the very bedroom you had just left. There was no fire here, but the room was dim and his bed was somehow already warm. He didn’t waste a second before his arms were circling your waist. You caught hold of the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. Sam gasped, his eyes doing that thing again which made you go all weak in the knees, made your bones soft.

“Can I?” His voice was oh so soft, and when you nodded, he pulled you back to him, chest against chest and skin against skin. You’d be damned if it wasn’t the most wonderful feeling in the world.

“God, I love you,” he breathed into your hair. “I’ve wanted to say it for so long. I can’t believe that you feel the same way.” He kissed your forehead. “And you’re so beautiful. Each time I look at you, you take my breath away. What are you doing to me?”

This was what touched you the most about being with him. He treated you like the most precious blessing in the world, like you were some special favour granted to him by destiny when you were just… you. The only reason you could tell him that you loved him so freely was because you knew he felt the same way. How could you not know, when he looked at you like you were his wish come true? His every gesture, every word just went to further prove it. 

But he did try to prove it for every moment of the night, with his touches, kisses and reverences. He tried to prove it over and over. Later, exhausted, after he had fallen asleep, you lay with your head over his arm, thinking that he needn’t have tried at all. You would forever remember that he loves you. It was the one thing you would never question.

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[yourjughead]

Wrong Side of the Tracks pt.7

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 

Jughead x Reader

A/N: Yup, you read that right, part 7 of my first fic. I decided to resurrected the dead fic and give it a proper burial. Please dont judge me too harsly if you go back and read this from the start.

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“Hey Kit, everything alright?” Rodger stepped inside after you opened the door, looking around your little home for signs of danger.

“Yeah everything is okay” “Whats with the bits of china all over the carpet?” “Oh you know, Ryan came over, i did some redecorating” you attempted a smile and Rodger believed it.

“I was just checking in, listen I just thought you should know that FP Jones’ kid is kicking around lately, just don't want you to be caught off guard” too late you thought.

“Oh thanks, I’m trying to move on with my life and besides it was FP not his kid who...who yaknow” he nodded knowingly before stretching.

“That's very honorable Kitten, lots wouldn't feel the same” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Well ill be off, take care of yourself Kit” he kissed the top of your head and ducked back out into the day. The air returned to your lungs and you could breathe again.

“He's gone Jug”

“Bit late for him to be telling you about me” his attempt at a joke was met with a roll of your eyes.

“It's time for you to go Jug, seriously this time”

“Yn, you know if I could take back what my dad did i would right? Please don't be another person to blame me for something he did” “Jug, I don't blame you for what your dad did but-but right now everytime i look at you it hurts” you looked at your destroyed carpet, Jug sympathetically nodded before going to retrieve his things.

“Bye yn” he kissed your cheek before unlocking the door.

“Wait Jug!” he immediately looked at you hopefully.

“Please stay away from Ryan, he’s just working to hurt you, please”

“I’ll try yn” he went to kiss your cheek again but you turned your head so he met your lips instead. You wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him harder before breaking away from him with tears in your eyes. You then pushed him backwards out of your house and closed the door. For the second time that day you collapsed onto the carpet and just sobbed.

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For the next two weeks you tried your absolute best to avoid the entire group, Cheryl adopting you under her wing instead, much to Jugheads discomfort. This meant you had the attention of the entire football team instead of just Jugheads and Archies. Jughead spent the two weeks investigating into your father's death. Not much had turned up but it seemed to him that his dad didn't have too much involvement. He tried to tell you his findings but found it especially difficult to break through the barricade of jocks protecting you. The bus stop you often found yourselves talking for ages was now just left to Jughead, you electing to take your motorbike instead. Eventually Jughead did the same. You both no longer sat together in class, your new friends insisting you sit with them. He and Betty had laid and truce and he had decided to leave your night together a secret.

“Yn? Psst yn” he whispered between the books in the library to you on the otherside of the shelf.

“What Jughead?” “My dad didnt kill yours” your face completely dropped, that is not what you expected him to say. You scoffed at him before moving down the line of books.

“No  seriously yn, i think he was framed” he followed you along. “Leave it alone Jughead, you're just hurting me” “That's the last thing I want to do yn but-”

“Then stop doing it!” you bit through a whisper before turning your back to the shelf. Jughead decided to change tactics.

“Ill just go talk to Ryan then but if you get a chance, read these” you pretended to ignore him as he placed a file on the bookshelf and he stormed off.

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Jughead waited till he got Ryan alone outside the Whyte Wrym, he figured if the place around him was crawling with Serpents, the ex-Eagle wouldn't immediately pounce. He was mistaken.

“Listen Ryan i need to talk to you” “Sure dude whatever you need” he smiled before taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Cut the crap Ryan, i know your last name isn't Colt, its yln and you're yns brother, i know all about your mom and the Eagles and our dads and their altercations” Ryans eyes darkened, he puffed out a toxic smoke cloud and unleashed a spine shivering grin.

“Oh you silly Serpent” he dropped the cigarette and instantly pushed against Jughead, withdrawing a knife and pressing it against his throat, pushing him deeper down the side alley.

“Ryan! It wasn't my dad!” Jughead attempted to breath out.

“Don't let your final words be that of ignorance Jones. I'm going to enjoy this” and his smile certainly led Jughead to believe that.

“No really, it was your mom! She wanted the insurance money!” it was getting harder for Jughead to breath with the knife being pressed against his skin harder. Suddenly the pressure was completely released and Ryan was hurled back to the ground

“RY STOP! HE'S TELLING THE TRUTH!”

“Yn?” Jugheads words were breathless as he hunched over clutching his throat.

“Yn get out of here, this is Serpent territory and Im on business!” Ryan jumped back from the ground and you stepped in front of Jughead.

“No Ryan, he's telling the truth, it all checks out, read for yourself” you tossed him the file Jughead had left you earlier.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Pinged your phone” you looked down at your feet at Jugheads question while Ryan furiously flicked through the file.

“No no no it was FP, it has to have been” “Ryan, please trust me. You want to be there for me again? Now's your chance, it was mom who botched the deal on purpose.” your own voice was shaky as you went to your brothers side, carefully taking the knife from him. Ryan was hyperventilating as the very tall boy clawed out for you until you were enveloped in a hug.  Jughead felt like he just took a complete wrecking ball to your lives.

“Jug? Ryan? Where are you guys?” you could all here Tall Boy calling out, jughead immediately pulling you from ryan pushing you behind some bins.

“Here Tall Boy, just strolling around” “Ah right well, we have reports there's an Eagle around, check it out for me?” jughead nodded for the both boys as Ryan was faced away to shield his red eyes. Tall Boy gave them a smile before returning back inside.

“It's time to move on with our lives Ry”

“Youre right Kitten, it's going to take some time. But sorry i nearly killed you there Jughead” ryan put out his hand to shake Jugheads and he happily took it,

“Ah, happens to the best of it” the three of you had a little laugh before Ryan left you both alone deciding he needed a strong drink.

“So...still hurts to look at me?” “Not in the way it did Jug, in a way that Im sorry” “I would say sorry to you too but then you'll hit me” “Well, welcome to the wrong side of the tracks Jones” you both connected lips and for the first time in a while you both felt safe and like everything would be fine.

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Xx Chrissy (Or should i say Teehee, remember those days)

[yourjughead]

Wrong side of the tracks pt5

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Ryan x being rude Warnings: issues of abandonment, swearing, arguing, mild violence (like super super mild barely even violence), mentions of blood and the cleaning of blood//cuts, fluff. Mentions of alcoholism and abuse (no description of both) A/N: oh you guys, you guys, you guysss things are kicking offfffffff. I think my writing and layout have already improved (at least I hope so 😂). This part is eventful to say the least. I finally wrote from Y/N POV and we learn a lot about Y/N that Jug is yet to know because of it. I'm thinking of writing smut in the next part but I'm still undecided. I think the idea of an Ace writing smut is hilarious and I don't mind doing it, I just can't promise it'll be any good hahahaha. Enjoy and dont forget to leave your feedback. REQUESTS ARE OPEN P.s (()) means it's me speaking,I'm using my phone so can use italics or bold. Excuse mistakes I thinkin irish. ---------------------------------- Y/N POV Oh god I wanna punch his stupid smug face. “You're not my brother. A brother wouldn't have done what you did.” my tone was sharp and brash. Good. “Listen Y/N I'm not here to talk about what you think I did or didn't do…” “DID! IT WAS DID! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TRY AND PLAY IT OFF LIKE YOU DIDN'T ABANDON ME WITH OUR ALCOHOLIC ABUSIVE MOTHER! YOU ABANDONED ME! JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!” i screamed my heart out, if this hadn't been the Southside the neighbours would have called the cops at the sound of the shouting. “I'M YOUR BROTHER, BLOOD IS BLOOD” he retaliated loud and sharply. “I HAVE NO BROTHER!”. I must admit he did look hurt at this. Good. He stood up and walked to meet me face  on and although I wouldn't admit it and it's not like he had done before, I was afraid he'd hit me in that moment. I moved back to put distance between us, playing it off as I just needed to take off my coat “I.did.what.i.had.to.do.to.survive.” he bit out. “Did it have to be surviving without me?” my voice was more shaky than I had wanted it to be. Damn it. “Just get out.” “Kitty..” “YOU LOST THE RIGHT TO CALL ME ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY NAME THE DAY YOU LEFT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” my voice came back to me with vengeance, without even thinking I threw the mug on the side table at him, narrowly missing his head. DAMN IT!!!! “JESUS CHRIST KITT….Y/N! Alright I'm going I'm going. I guess you don't want to know about your precious Jughead than” oh my god I'm going to kill him. I'm going to go to prison for manslaughter….no no I'm going to go to prison for murder. God damn him for trying to use Jughead to manipulate my emotions. God damn me for buying into it. Ryan moved for the front door, stepping over shards of mug as he went. “what….what about Jughead” i stuttered. DAMN IT Y/N! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! He pushed down the door handle and smirked “you'll find out soon enough and I won't be there to pick up the pieces” “you were never there to begin with.” that was a kick in the teeth. Even though it was hard to admit, before my dad died, Ryan was there for me but after. Never at all. “I may have not been there for all of it. But you can't say when this is all done that i didn't try and keep you away from him and him away from you.” “if he's so terrible then why are you trying so hard to get close to him” it was a genuine question. “cause I'm a snake now, and soon he will be too….and besides it's easier to get revenge when you're close to the person you want to hurt. Keep your friends close, enemies closer and all that.” And he closed the door and once again walked out of my life. I dropped to my knees and cried. Cried because he had left again. Cried because he was tormenting me with Jug and I was allowing him to. Cried because he was going to hurt Jug. Cried because pieces of mug were piercing my legs but mostly cried because once again Ryan hadn't admitted or apologised for what he did to me. He walked out on the Eagles, he walked out on the family, walked out on me. 3rd Person. Ryan was upset with the events that had unfolded but not upset enough to do anything about it. He looked at his clock. 8.30, wow a whole half hour screaming. He sat in his car and closed his eyes wanting the situation to disappear. He stayed for a little bit. Simultaneously. Jughead POV I stood on the curb, gear bag in hand. Betty flew off the handle and threw me out. Rightfully so. I am a terrible human being. I ruined something good in my life for the chance of something better that may never happen. Idiot. I walked along the main road to the southside, over train tracks and around potholes. Riverdale had come to life on the bitterly cold Saturday morning. It seemed like years ago that I sat at the waterfront with Y/N talking about nothing in particular and happy in doing so. I couldn't do that with Betty….at least I hadn't been able to for awhile. *sms: Y/N/N : hi y/n/n...hope you got home okay. I was wondering if I could come over for awhile, Betty kicked me out….it's a long story I don't really wanna get into it. My foster parents aren't expecting me back till tomorrow and I don't need the excessive questions, would it be okay if I stayed with you till tomorrow? I understand if it's a no. Xx -7.57am There I go again with the stupid Xx, she's going to think I'm in love with her or something….am I?   I continued walking aimlessly in the direction of the centre of the southside. I didn't actually know where Y/N lived so I thought that'd be a good place to start. I reached there in 20 minutes, feet aching and eyes tired I checked my phone, still no reply. *sms: Y/N/N: hi y/n/n I really hope you're alright...sorry for asking if I could stay and sorry if I  possibly made it really awkward...that's my style I guess haha sorry for saying sorry again please don't hit me - 8.30 Wow that was lame, wow I regret sending that, wow Jug you're such an idiot. *sms:Jug: Sorry I took so long. Yeah you can. I'll pin the address there xX- 8.34 SHE SENT THE XX TOO! Maybe she does like me?! Maybe she does want to be together?! Okay juggy okay calm down she hasn't proposed yet, take a breather. I followed the directions to a block of gated apartments. I found her number on the buzzer and pressed it. As I did a car buzzed open the gate and drove out. It was Ryan. He looked upset. I turned my back to shield my face as I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me being here. At all. In fact I think he'd kill me. The gate protecting the path clicked open and I slipped inside before Ryan could see me. I knocked on the door and stood back a little.  The door opened slightly at first with the chain in place. A sheepish y/n stood peeping out. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I hated seeing her this way. She closed the door again and I heard her slide over the bolt. She ripped the door open and ran into my arms. I dropped my bag in shock and I just held her. She was slightly shaking in my arms but I held her tightly and she soon stopped. I loved being this close. She left my arms and I instantly felt empty. Y/N bent down and picked my bag up, hauling it inside. She gave me a weak smile that broke my heart and nodded slightly telling me to come in. As I stepped there was a crunch under my feet. I looked to see shard of what I presume was a mug or a plate all over the plush cream carpet. I looked at her shyly and she returned the same look, closing the door as I stepped further in. The place was a small open plan apartment but covered in all her belongings and I loved it for the reason alone. This apartment was her. I turned and looked at my new landlord properly for the first time in proper lighting. Her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying, the ends of her shorts were stained red from the blood coming from her legs that were covered in little scratches and one deep gash still producing a steady flow of blood. I had no idea what to say to her. I stepped closer to her and pulled her into me again. Holding her I rocked her back and forth for a few minutes . We had both clearly had an eventful half hour. Reluctantly I pulled out of the hug and picked her up in my arms as she wrapped her wounded legs around my waist, only releasing her grip as I propped her down on the kitchen counter. She looked and searched deep in my eyes. “I’m..I'm not going to ask you what happened….I want you to tell me when you're ready.” she gave me a small nod and an even smaller smile. I took paper towels ((in ireland we call it kitchen paper but I digress)) and a small bowl of water. I knelt down till I was level with her knees. I began to clean her wounds, feeling her flinch as I removed small shards from her legs. As i cleaned her wounds i felt her warm gaze never leave me. I put my hands on her knees as I gently pushed up until I was eye level with her again. Her eyes were glossy but still as beautiful as ever and I could stare at them all day. She leaned in closer to me and I could feel myself do the same. We did this till finally our lips met. Euphoria. ----------------------------- Teehee. Well?