maggie is finally meeting alex’s family for dinner, which means sitting across from alex’s mother, who is trying her hardest to make up for years of neglect. and alex’s father, who has essentially just returned from the dead. she’ll be in the middle of this family built on love and support, despite their secrets. maggie knows the danvers don’t care that alex is gay, so her nerves will come from a place of inadequacy. she’ll wonder if eliza will look at her with wary eyes, scrutinizing every little detail of this woman she’s heard so much about. and she’ll wonder if jeremiah will see the way she looks at his daughter, and realize that maggie is in this for the long haul. she’ll wonder if they look at her and see someone worthy of alex, because even she isn’t sure how she got so lucky. but she shouldn’t worry, because every flare of nerves alex will meet with an encouraging smile, a quick squeeze of her hand, a bump of her shoulder….just to remind her that she’s there. to remind her that there’s a reason why maggie is at this family dinner, a reason why kara hugged her so tight she almost broke a rib…maggie is more than enough, maggie is loved, and she’s already family.
[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if
you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].
[text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE
LOVING TEXTS, BITCH
[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop
thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important.
Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and
leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s
[text] Hey beautiful no
judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??
ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH
[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece
of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you
know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day
SEXY TEXTS, BITCH
[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really,
they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a
nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be
[text] I don’t think he
likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically
inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call
DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH
[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect
just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they]
doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s
the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the
Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself
[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or
something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin
[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE
“Great choice, sir. Would you like to pick the lobster you’ll be dining on?”
“You can point the lobster out from our water tank, if you’d like.”
“Oh. Sure. How about that guy?”
“Great choice. And what would you like for your side?”
“Let’s do the baked potato.”
“Splendid. There’s our potato tank, sir. Which one of those would you like?”
“I pick the potato too? Wow. Okay. That one.”
“Of course. And would you like dinner rolls?”
“Okay. If you’ll take a look at our wheat tank, which would you like to be turned into flour for the bread?”
“You guys got a tank for everything, eh? Haha. Um. Those stalks I guess.”
“Perfect. I’ll put those orders right in, and thank you again for picking me from the tank of waiters.”
“You looked the tastiest.”
“You sound like my mom. Haha.”
“Haha. My mom’s mute.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. She sold her voice to a warlock for eternal beauty.”
“Well, she must be very beautiful then.”
“No, the warlock misheard and thought she asked for eternal booty. So she has an infinitely long ass.”
“Oh. At least she can’t complain. Since she has no voice. Haha.”
“She knows how to write. She writes complaints all day. I have to hand
them to the warlock and every time I do he zaps me with his wand. I’m
treating myself to this lobster dinner to forget all about it, but
apparently I can’t even do that.”
What they mean:
I'm sorry I know you're talking to me but honestly my brain has gone completely blank and I can't think of anything to say and all that's going through my head right now is panic because you expect me to say something to keep the conversation going but I can't think of anything and now there's an awkward silence and you think I'm rude but in reality I want to say something I just can't think
Summary: After what happened at Betty’s party, you decided you needed to talk to Jughead. At first he doesn’t want to discuss it, but later he invited you to the drive-in to talk about it. Things get a bit heated just before someone finds out.
THE WEEK AFTER THE PARTY
It’d been days since your and Jughead’s make out session and you were still reeling from it. You wanted to see him so badly, but you didn’t think it was a great idea. You saw Jughead in the hall on Tuesday, but he refused to even look your way. You had to do something to get his attention.
On Thursday, you saw him and Betty talking after school. This was your opportunity. You rushed over to them, smiling at Betty. “Hey Betty, do you want to hang out and study for the history test tonight?”
Jughead glanced over at you. He knew he had to keep up the act, but he wanted an excuse to see you again. “Actually, Betty, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Pop’s with me after school?” Jughead said, his voice rigid.
Betty never liked to let anyone down, but this could be a problem. “Um, how about we all just study for the test together at Pop’s?” She smiled brightly, hoping it would encourage you and Jughead. “Can you guys handle that?”
You glanced at Jughead quickly, before looking back to Betty and smiling sweetly. “I think we can get along for a little bit.” Jughead nodded, looking away. This could be great, or it could be a huge mistake.
You and Betty have your last period together, so you headed over to Pop’s together. You both sat down in a booth and pulled out your history notes. Jughead showed up a few minutes later, and sat next to Betty across from you.
“Okay, so let’s quiz each other.” Betty suggested. She looked at you first. “[Y/N], who was the fourth president of the United States?”
“It was one of the James’s… Monroe?” You guessed hopefully. Memorization was always hard for you.
“Madison, stupid.” Jughead said flatly, rolling his eyes at you. You looked at him, annoyed. Why was he being a jerk again?
“Be nice, Jughead.” Betty warned him. “Okay, this one is for you. What party did Jefferson belong to?”
He thought for a few seconds. “The Anti-Federalist party?”
“Actually, they were called the Democratic-Republicans.” Betty told him.
If Jughead was going to be a jerk, you would, too. “That was so obvious.” You stated.
“You two need to be nice or I’m going to leave.” Betty threatened. You couldn’t let her leave yet. You hadn’t gotten to talk to Jughead yet.
The questions continued for quite some time. You continued to get questions wrong because you couldn’t really focus on history with all of the questions about Jughead floating around in your head. Eventually, Betty excused herself to go to the bathroom. This was your chance.
“What’s your problem?” You whisper-hissed at Jughead. “Why are you being an asshole again?”
“Nothing’s changed. We’re continuing like we always have.” He crossed his arms across his chest. His eyes gave nothing away.
You looked at him, incredulous. “So that didn’t mean anything for you? You’re the one who started it!” You glanced around to make sure nobody was listening.
He sighed. “Just let it go, [Y/N]. It’s a bad idea to let things escalate.”
“Why? What are you afraid of happening? Betty would be super excited about it! Nobody would care!”
“It’s more complicated than that. Just let it go.”
“Fine, but here’s my number in case you change your mind.” You hissed. You quickly scribbled your number on a napkin before throwing it at him. “I’m leaving. Tell Betty I felt sick and went home.” You quickly gathered your things and walked out.
What was Jughead talking about? How could this be so complicated? He was the one who told you not to worry so much about what others thought, but he was too scared to let anyone know something happened between you two? Whatever. Screw him.
THE NEXT DAY
The next day went by uneventful. Jughead had put you in a bad mood, so everything was getting on your nerves.
“How do you think you did on that test?” Betty asked you after school. “I think that study session really helped. We should do that more often.”
You sighed. “I’m pretty sure I flunked it. I’m not sure why-” you knew exactly why- “but I felt really distracted. Maybe I’m getting-” before you could finish your sentence, your phone beeped, indicating you had gotten a message. “Sorry, Betty. I should probably take this. My mom probably wants me to pick up something from Pop’s for dinner.”
“No problem. I’ll text you later.” She said before leaving.
You checked your phone. It was a message from an unsaved number. “Meet me at the drive in” it read. Was this Jughead? You desperately hoped so.
You rushed home to change. You changed into a shirt that hung a bit low and swiped a bit of your favorite lipstick on. You were going to show him what he was missing.
As you walked through the entrance of the drive in, you heard someone call your name. You turned, seeing Jughead with his head poking out of the door of the projection booth. You walked over and he let you in.
You stood awkwardly near the door while Jughead leaned against the opposite wall.
He eyed you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” He laughed.
You crossed your arms over your chest. “This is how I usually dress.” You tried to keep a straight face.
“I don’t think it is. You came prepared to seduce me, didn’t you?” He laughed again.
All the color drained from your face. Why was he being so mean? “No!” You weren’t going to let him laugh at you anymore. “Why did you even tell me to come here?” You asked, annoyed.
He sighed. “I wanted to apologize for being so mean to you at Pop’s the other day.”
“Damn right, you should apologize.”
“It’s just…” he sighed again, looking away from you. “I don’t understand why. You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” You rolled your eyes at him. He looks back at you before adding, “But I like you.”
“That’s it? You invited me over here to tell me the reason you kissed me was because you liked me? Even though you actually hate me?” This boy was so confusing.
“No. Yes. I’m not sure.” You could see he was conflicted.
“Why did you even kiss me if you thought you hated me?” You asked.
“You looked so pretty. And you were so closed to me. I just couldn’t really stop myself.” He refused to look you in the eye. You walked closer to him. You placed a hand on each of his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eyes. Before you could stop yourself, you connects your lips with his.
He quickly unfolded his arms and placed one on each side your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the same hunger on his lips as you felt that night in the closet. You moved your hands so you could dig your fingers into his soft, dark hair.
After a few minutes you pulled away. Your lips ghosted over his jawline up to his ear. “I bet you like the way I’m dressed now.” You whispered. You could feel him smile against your neck. Your lips travelled down to his neck where you lightly placed kiss after kiss. He let out a soft sigh when your lips passed over a certain spot near his ear.
Before you could do anything, Jughead pulled your face back to his. His eyes were dark. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks and crashed his lips onto yours. His kiss was rougher than before. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of his body so close to yours.
All of a sudden there was a sound at the door. It opened and a figure came in calling for Jughead. You quickly broke away from him, turning towards the door. It was Betty. You moved a few feet away from him as fast as possible, but you knew that she had probably seen you.
“Ok wow.” Betty said, shocked. You looked over at Jughead. His eyes were wide with shock. Your lipstick was smeared across his face and parts of his neck. If he looked like that, you could only imagine how messy it was on your own face.
You turned bright red. This couldn’t be happening. “Uh, I need to go.” You said before practically running out of the door, pushing a still shocked Betty.
“She didn’t say anything about coming with Theo?” Liam growled as stiles and scott tried hard to hold him back from running to the other side of the parking lot where the girl he thought he knew so well stood with the shady boy.
“I told y'all he was into something and now she is too” Stiles exclaimed as they managed to pin Liam against the bus stopping him from attacking.
“We don’t know if there is something shady about them , they might just know each other. You know both being new students nd stuff” Kira said trying to reason with stiles.
“We can torture them int-” Malia’s suggestion was very quickly cut off by almost a roar of disagreement.
Scott sighted looked to where Y/N and Theo previously stood noticing they were both gone now “How about we get to class now, there are gone now anyways”
Stiles looked ready to disagree but after a while nodded picking up his own backpack from the ground. Liam looked over his shoulder one last time to where Y/N stood before quickly walking back to his history class. Y/N was as accepted not there in the history class but when Liam entered his math class , she was right back in the corner. A part of him wanted to walk as far away and sit on the other side as class but it seamed like his legs carried him to the chair beside her.
“Where were you last period?” Liam asked once he sat down on the chair.
“Nowhere , dad” she smirked tearing her eyes from the book and up to him.
His breath caught in his throats when their eyes met , the color he remembered from their young ages. He remembered it like it was burned in his memories forever , the smile that would light up her entire face but most visible around her eyes , small crinkles would appear on the right side under her eyes while a small dimple would appear on her cheek.
“Speaking of not being in class , where did you run of to?” She asked hands crossed over her chest and the smirk still visible on her features.
“The couch wanted something” he explained , tearing his eyes way from her.
“That sounds real” she said turning around returning to her book “ if the couch had being in history class tying to talk people into joining the team”
In the corner of his eyes he sow her smirk growing wilder for each moment and he could himself feel the frustration smell his body was radiating. As he opened his mouth to come up with some lie the teacher walked in cutting the conversation short.
Focusing in that class seamed to be an impossible task form Liam , after Stiles pointed it up he couldn’t help but focus on it. Her scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelt before , not a werewolf like himself or scott, not a werecayote like Malia and definitely not a kitsune. He wasn’t gonna die , it was distracting, not only the scent but rather the lack of it. Even with the trace of scent of her , there was nothing even slightly suggesting a feeling. She was calm , unlike their young ages where even without wolf powers he could smell the reeking anxiety and sadness from her.
“Mr. Dunbar” the teachers voice woke him up from his daydream to see an empty classroom “ the class is dismissed and in all honestly I doubted that you love algebra so much”
From the corner of his eyes he caught Y/N walking out the class , with a apologetic look at the teacher he stood up from the seat and nearly ran out the door.
“I swear she was just here ” he mumbled to himself before making his way to the lacrosse field.
“Finally Dunbar , thought you forgot about your lacrosse priority like the rest of this team” Couch yelled once Liam ran in the locker room and walked toward the back where stiles and scott stood.
“Did you talk to her?” Stiles asked quietly as Couch starter giving them a lecture.
Liam gave a small glare to stiles before returning to changing into his lacrosse gear “ No and if you want to know her evil master plan talk to her yourself” and with a final glare he made his way to the field followed by Scott.
“Unbelievable ” Stiles mumbled and hurried , tripping over his own legs to follow them.
By the time they had finished practice it had already been dark. Stiles had offered to drive him home but Liam chose to wait for his step dad. He had only been there for a few minutes when he heard a sound from the school. With a last glance at the parking lot , he decide to take a look before his step dad would be there. It would be an understatement saying that the school look scary in the dark but he quickly with the help of scent found his way to the source of sound. Around the corner and he sow y/n standing , her eyes locked at something in front of her.
“uh, what’s going on here?” He asked , his eyes wild once he noticed the body in front of her feet.
She turned around eyes for the face time showing sign of emotion “I promise, he was like that when I got here.”
“Well, either that, or he should really get that gaping hole in his chest looked at" She said looking up from body over to Liam with a smile but the fear visible in her eyes.
“Y/N you can’t just stand over a dead body , that’s the fucking janitor. We have to call this in” Liam basically yelled at her pulling out his phone to call the sheriff office.
“Don’t ” she said grabbing his hand that held the phone in hers “its been taken care of”
Liam gives her a questioning look but puts the phone away , before she could pull her hand away , he held them in his “ You are gonna tell me everything. Over a large ham and pineapple pizza”
A smile broke out on her features and she made herself nod a little. They walked out of the school is silence , liam too afraid to ask about anything cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
“Hey , y/ns staying over for dinner ” liam said to his step father stepping into the car as y/n got into the backseat.
“Y/N , that sounds familiar ” Dr. Geyer replied giving the girl a smile in the mirror “I’m guessing you want to order in for dinner?’
’‘Yeah we were thinking pizza” liam saying turning up the music to avoid any further conversation in the car.
a few minuetes later they pulled into the driveway of a big house and both kids got out , Y/N started walking to the from the front door as liam waited in the car for a moment talking to his step dad before him exiting the car and the car driving away.
“ Where did you step dad go?” Y/N asked while Liam slightly struggled to unlock the front door.
“He had to work” liam replied pushing the door open and letting her walk in first.
“It’s nice here ” She said as they started walking up the stairs and too his room “ I gotta say , I liked the old place better”
Liam stopped in his track for a moment before dropping his bag on the bed and turning to face her “ yeah i liked your old place too before it became a crime scene”
She stopped to think for a moment , as if she was considering telling his the truth or not when she finally sighted and shook her head“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“You killed your entire family” liam replied slightly disturbed by the girl’s lack of emotion.
“…I’m really sorry?” She tried with a questioning voice “ liam listen , I had too and you know tha-”
“You father was an evil bastard , what about your sister? Your mom? They were innocent people Y/N and you know that” he only noticed he was shouting at her when she flinched the slightest and something inside of her looked broken “ I’m..I’-” he started apologizing before he was cut off by the phone ringing. With a last apologetic voice he picked the phone.
“There’s been a murder at school , the janitor. He had been drained of blood and guess what, Y/N backpack was there as well and we looked through, not my ideas but lydias , and liam we were right. The scent , the everything. We know what she is” Stiles rambled on once Liam picked up the phone , he slowly turned around seeing Y/N sitting quietly on the bed looking through an old photo album.
“ yeah mom , i call you if we need anything , i have a friend over now ” he hung up leaving the boy on the other end rather confused.
“Hey you still keep the pizza places number on your refrigerator?” She asked standing up right after he hung up.
“Yeah , you can do the honor to call if you want , I’m just gonna call Lydia about a school assignment ” he said offering her a smile as she nodded leaving the room.
The phone only rang for a few minutes before lydia picket up “ Stiles told me”
“Stiles thinks its something to do with Theo ” lydia explained and Liam could hear stiles voice in the background.
“I found her there, over the body right after the practice” Liam whisper yelled as he could hear her voice downstairs, suddenly his eyes fell on her phone laying on the bed. He knew it was wrong and god he was gonna regret it but he had to check and curiosity took the best of him.
“Liam where is she now” she said over the phone as he heard her yelling something to the others before stiles voice was heard over the line as he most likely took the phone from her “ Liam is she with you now?”
“She is ordering pizza” he said not really listening to what the older boy was talking about as he was going through her text “ all of her recents are to one person”
The line was quit for a few seconds before stiles voice was heard again “ you are going through her phone liam tha-”
“I’ll call you back” he said and threw the phone on the bed beside him as he starte reading the texts between her and one and the only Theo raeken.
“3rd period. Meet me in the parking lot” -Theo
“Police still blames the family on you. Don’t give them any proof, I will take care of dinner” -Theo
He felt a weight being lifted of he shoulder , cause he knew she hadn’t the blame in the murders but what did Theo have to do with this? The thought of her covering something for him almost made Liam sick to the stomach but the relief didnt last for long before he read true last text.
“Dinner served. Janitors closet 6:30”-Theo
“Curiosity killed the cat” Y/N voice made him drop the phone and turn around seeing her leaning against the door frame.
“You lied , you said you had no idea what happened to the janitor” he said standing up from the bed , the IED getting the best of him.
“Calm down wolfie , it’s not like you’ve told me everything” She smirked taking a step forward and they were almost face to face now before she dropped her gaze to the photo album. His eyes followed her seeing that her cocky smirk was gone , replaced by a smile sad smile.
He follows her eyes to the album both looking at the last picture of them “How did you find out? ”
“I’ve picked up a few things along the years” She said with a shadow of a smile sitting down on the bed picking up the album.
“so you are one of us?” He asked , his back turned on her and his voice quite.
“I can assure you I have a shit time once a month as well but that is for complete different reasons” she said with a slight chuckle but the laughter died down quickly “ Do you remember this day?”
The boy finally turned around standing in silence in a few seconds before sitting down beside her looking at the picture that had previously caught both their attentions “ We took this a week before you…left” he replied being rather careful with his choice of word “ I gave you one of those dollar necklaces and we promised we would always be there for each other and we planned out future”
“Liam-” she mumbled before being cut by him.
“That’s the girl I knew , that is my best friend” Liam continued.
“You have no right to say that” she said standing up dropping the album simultaneously “I am this way cause I needed to survive , you have no idea what it’s like when everyone blames you for everything , where your dad buried all his anger in booze and would beat the crap out of daily , when everyone blames you for the death of your mother and sister, none of you were there I tried doing something but when I came down stairs he… he I could stop hi-”
“Him?” Liam questioned standing up from the bed as she calmed down eyes wild in terror of what she said.
“I should go” she said grabbing her stuff running out before he could react.
He was right , she was innocent. Well atleast when it came to the murder of her family.
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