Summary: Y/N runs away from her crazy mother and lives now with FP and Jughead. Jughead is like her brother, but she sees more in FP than a father figure.
Warnings: age gap (Reader is over 18!), angst, mention of alcohol
Y/N's POV
I never thought that it would come like this. I never imagined that my life goes down like that. I always was a strange kid, maybe that's why I was best friends with Jughead. He was something like my big brother, even if I was older than him. I always hung around his trailer, maybe I shouldn't have done that so often.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was really late at night and I had another fight with my crazy mother. I had enough of this stupid woman, so I decided to run away. I pushed some clothes in a large backpack and rushed outside. My mother screamed something but I didn't turned around. She was drunk like every night, so I knew I should better go, before something happened.
As I stood there, knocking on the door in this freezing cold night I started to regret that I went there. What if the will send me back home? But before I could think about it too much, the door opened. "Y/N? What happened? Is everything-" Jughead saw my big backpack, stuffed with my most important stuff and he didn't need to finish his question. He knew what happened. He stepped aside, letting me step inside the trailer. His dad was sitting on the table, a beer bottle into his hand. I always had a sweet spot for FP. Maybe I also had a little crush on him, but it never was something serious, at least I thought that. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes. I think he knew that I was holding back my tears. He walked over to the fridge and handed me a beer. He didn't say a word, he just pulled he chair next to him aside and I let myself drop onto the chair.
My mother didn't called the next day. I wasn't surprised, if I was honest. Maybe she was sleeping because of her hangover. I was kind of glad that she didn't cared about me. She didn't cared when I was 13 and drunk. She didn't cared when I was 14 and stoned. She will never care and maybe it was the best for both of us.
You have to know that my mum was a northsider, with much money. She always had lived a great life. She never had to work for anything. If you saw her you would think "What a nice and beautiful lady" but she isn't. Behind closed doors she was the devil. Her newest man, I don't even know his name, buys her everything that she wants. She never said a word about me, most men don't even know she has a daughter. I was a mistake and she always reminded me of that. And as a good northsider that she was, she hated the southsiders. I never understood what her problem was. She especially hated the Jones family. She hated it that I found a friend in Jughead. As we two grew older and kept getting closer and closer friends, the relationship between me and my mom got even worse. She got me another room in the basement, so she didn't has to see me. It was okay for me. I never knew something different. My mother never showed me love. So I tried to fill this hole in my heart with different people.
FP and Jughead let me stay with them. After some time, I was there for many weeks now, we grew more and more together. We had a great time until...
I complicated our lives by falling in love with him
I complicated our lives, now I'm losing my only friend
I don't know why, I had to try, living my life on the other side
Now I'm so confused
I don't know what to do
I was standing in the kitchen, only wearing some of FP's flannels. It was early in the morning so I tried my best not to wake them up. FP was sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, he let me and Jughead sleep in his bed. It was nice to have something like a real family. I opened the fridge and took the milk out. I reached out for a bowl to get myself some cereals, but I couldn't reached it. I tried climbing on the kitchen corner, but the clumsy girl I am, I fell off - Nearly.
"Y/N!" FP jumped up and before I reached the hard ground he catched me midway. I was laying in his arms. We never were that close to each other. My heart was racing and I felt the blood boil under my skin. What was happening here? Is this real?
FP looked into my eyes, licking over his lips. The sexual tension was as sharp as a knife. FP and I always shared some crackling fire that burned when we met each other. It just felt right, but both of us never did anything, too scared of the reactions of the other people.
My head was cloudy, not one thought could stay in my mind. Without any more thoughts I pulled him down to me by his collar and kissed him. FP didn't pulled away. First he was surprised, but he leaned in, returning the kiss. His hands get lost into my hair, pulling me closer onto his lap.
His tongue glided over my lips and I opened my mouth for him. He tasted like beer and peppermint gums. His kiss was exactly how I imagined it - heated, posessive, hard and passionate. He knew what he was doing. My legs started to shake. FP's hands reached under the flannel that I was wearing, inching forward to my breasts.
"We can't do that here! When Jughead sees us like that..." I complained between hot kisses. FP looked up and sighed: "You are right Y/N. But...I can't stop thinking about you." He leaned in for another kiss.
With this incident our realationship started. It wasn't really difficult to keep our affair a secret. I lived with him, so no one would expect that something is between us. We wanted to tell at least Jughead about us, but there never was a good moment to do that. He was my best friend and I was in love with his father. How should we tell him that?
"This is a joke right?!" As FP and me heared the familiar voice behind us, we let go of each other. I was sitting on his lap, heavily kissing him and my hands in his pants as Jughead came into the bedroom. Jughead stood there his face red out of anger. "My best friend and my dad? You know that you could be her father right?!"
Jughead was shaking, he couldn't say anymore words. He was furious. I stood up from FP's lap. FP looked at me, trying to close his zipper. He stood up, hands still fumbeling with his pants. "Jug. We wanted to tell you, but we never knew how we should say it."
"Since when is this thing going on between you two?" "Since 3 months." Jughead laughed out, but it wasn't a happy laugh. He was pissed!
"And you didn't managed to tell me in 3 months? And I thought we were friends.." With this words he left. I wanted to follow him, but FP hold onto my hand. "It's better to let him calm down first.." I just nodded. FP was right.
This night Jughead didn't come back home. I sat on the couch next to FP, but we didn't said a word. We both knew that this was wrong. FP was much older then me and I was Jughead's best friend since god knows when. And I was stupid enough to fall in love with my best friend's dad.
I started blurring the lines because I didn't care
I started crossing the line, cause you were never there
No where to turn,
No one to help,
It's almost like I don't even know myself
Now I have to choose
I don't know what to do
It was the next morning. I felt asleep on the couch. FP wasn't there anymore. The sun was shining through the window directly in my face and burning in my eyes. My eyes stung from the tears I tried to hold back. I sat up, trying to get my thoughts together. As I tried to calm myself down I started rocking back and forth. I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. The tears started to fall and I couldn't stop myself anymore. I cried so much and cupped my face in my hands, trying to let the sniveling out as quiet as possible.
What should I do?
