[Snakes and Monsters] Riverdale x Tokyo Ghoul - Reader Insert

= Chapter 6 =

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. The waiting game was torture to your very soul. How were you going to persuade your most trusted figure's son to not perceive you as a threat, not wanting to destroy your very existence? The booming shouts of men erupt from your home, slowly and eventually becoming muffles and quiet. FP stepping out of the trailer filled with torturous conversation. Standing now before you on the grass, his head raised up in direction to face you. Your eyes lost, tears streaking down and creating shimmering stains on your cheeks. A single, dried line of blood escaping the trappings of your mouth. Your old habit getting the best of your in your time of distress. Your teeth having ripped through and shredded your own tongue to pieces.

"Come inside." FP looks at your pleading with you to not refuse his request. Sliding from your seated position off the roof into the green blades of grass. Trailing behind the towering FP as he guides you back within your own home. Watching the figures in the room. Fred seated on one of the wooden dining chairs, having dragged it over to place before the couch. Jughead himself occupying the space of the couch. Standing frozen at the door, FP placing his comforting hand on your stiffened shoulder.

"I'll pack my things." Slowly stepping towards to the direction of your room only to be stopped by a hand wrapping itself around your arm. Jughead's hand. Having stood from the couch and stopped you from proceeding to rip up your life because of his curiosity.

"Stop." Jughead looks down at you, as you refuse to lift your head from your attention to the floor beneath your feet.

"I just want to know one thing. Are you going to hurt anyone?" Your gaze widening. Slowly turning your head, your face meeting Jughead's determined one. Shaking your head. That was all you could do to answer him. Letting you go from him grip, noticing the true nature of your feelings portrayed on your face. The tears staining your face, the blood having dripped from your mouth. He looks at you concerned now for your wellbeing, the blood shocking him, having contradicted all of the facts he had just learnt about you.

"What happened?" Jughead pointing softly towards the red stained feature of your face.

"Nothing." You take a step away from Jughead still being surrounded by the three men.

"If this friendship or whatever it is, is to survive we need to trust each other. Now tell me what happened?" Jughead begins his speech stern becoming sympathetic by the end.

"I bit it." You make eye contact with Jughead only to quickly disconnect them. Jughead looking at your still confused.

"My tongue. I chewed it up." Feeling guilty you take a further two steps away from him only to receive compassion that you felt you had not earned. Jughead reaching his hand out for you to take. Reaching towards it with your own, shaking it in mutual agreement. You had earned his respect. He could see the torture you place yourself through for the results of something completely out of control, fate tainting you with a life which you always seem to have to redeem. Fate being unkind to you. Whipping away the stray tears and streak of blood from your reddened face with your wrist.

"So what have they told you?" You turn and look up at Jughead, his eyes laying on you as your try to compose yourself from the overwhelming emotions you have felt in such a small space of time.

"Just the real basic stuff, we didn't go into depth, we felt it would be better if it came from you." Fred looks up at you relieved that the situation didn't escalate to something you could never come back from. Letting out a relieving sign that the men had not treaded into a territory of information that could destroy your respects and trust with Jughead.

"Jughead if you want to know anymore then you do you will have to promise me that it will stay silent with you till the grave." Jughead looks at you aware fully of the situation he has some how prodded into. Dragging another chair from the wooden dining set, placing it opposite the centre of the couch, beside Fred's. Spinning the chain the wrong side around, sitting upon its frame, your arms resting on the back of the chair, legs placed on either side. Jughead sits down on the couch's centre. Directly opposite yourself, FP then placing himself on the right of his son.