ordinary human girl among a group of extraordinary people with peculiar
abilities on an entirely different planet can be much of a challenge, more
so that you have taken quite a liking into a certain God of Mischief, with whom
you oddly seem to get along with very well. Sounds like trouble? Well, you
kind of asked for it.
The second time I
saw her, she looked breath taking. I was sat in my regular chair in the back of
the student room, hiding away from the cruel harshness which is reality, or
more specifically, meathead jocks like Chuck and stuck up, prissy princesses
like Cheryl. I was so busy typing away on my computer that I nearly missed her
enter the room.
But there she stood
in all her glory, the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. (Y/N)
(Y/L/N). Riverdale’s newest member and interesting person I have ever met. She
was wearing a knee length white sundress, nude wedges and carrying a variety of
large textbooks, clearly struggling.
I smirked at how
adorable she looked in this moment. Pushing my chair away, I began to walk over
to her and offer her a helping hand when I am cut off by a large, muscly
figure, shoving me out of the way and striding towards (Y/N).
I stopped and
watched as Reggie pretended to be distracted by his obnoxiously loud red Nike
shoes and purposely bump straight into (Y/N), sending her books flying across
Sighing, I turned
around and slumped back in my chair, crossing my arms and glaring at Reggie as
he helped out my girl. Who am I kidding? Why would she ever like me? I’m just
boring, old Jughead with a stupid hat and way too many jackets.
I scowled at Reggie
as I watched him and (Y/N) talking and giggling as they rushed to pick up her
books. Once standing, (Y/N) thanked Reggie but excused herself to go and find
her seat. Reggie grabbed her arm and murmured something to her. Expecting to
see panic and stress littered all over (Y/N)’s features considering what
happened last time round, I was shocked to see annoyance written all over her
face. “Thanks for the offer ‘Mantle the magnificent” She Mocked, “But I have
better places to be!” She sassed and then pulled away from Reggie and began
walking slowly to find a vacant seat.
As (Y/N) walked
past the ‘Jock’s couch’, a hand reached out, grabbing her waist and pulling her
onto their lap. I watched with warning eyes as she struggled against the harsh
grip of the guy who pulled her onto his lap, Chuck.
remember me?” Chuck laughed, grabbing a strand of (Y/N) hair and slowing
pushing it behind her ear. “How could I forget?” She mumbled, shuddering at his
unwanted, sensual actions.
It was like
watching a car crash in slow motion, some people stop and stare whist others
look away. I was gapping and staring at the scene unfolding before my eyes and
was only able to look away when Chucks hand began to wonder from her waist and
towards her upper thigh.
I couldn’t believe
that even after what happened at Pop’s the other day, Chuck still has the nerve
to treat women like that! All of a sudden I see this power and determination in
(Y/N)’s eyes. She tears Chucks hand off of her thigh and she turns abruptly to
face him. I could see that she was wanting to say something, to yell and scream
at him for touching her. But it never came. (Y/N) sighed sadly and turned
around to pick up all of her books which are scattered across the floor.
As (Y/N) was
cleaning up her books, Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin entered the class and
found their way over next to me. “Hey Jug, what’s up? You look a bit pale,” Betty
asked concerned for her friend and partner in crime.
“I’m fine. Chuck’s
just being a jerk as per usual” I replied, eyes glued to (Y/N) as she continued
to pick up her lost sheets of paper. “Oh. My. God. Does Mr. Mysterious,
brooding Jughead have a crush on the new girl?” Veronica gasped like it was so unbelievable
I would like (Y/N). But I mean come on, look at her! She’s beautiful.
Betty and Archie
looked at me stunned, unsure of what to say. “Yeah right Veronica, as if…” I
said, trailing off as I watched (Y/N) finish picking up her stuff and begin to
Like déjà vu, (Y/N)
stood up and began her journey to find a spare desk, this time as far away from
Chuck and his goons as possible. Before she could get anywhere, Chuck again,
forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him so that her face was
inches away from his own.
“You are going to
live to regret this (Y/L/N)! I always, always get what I want and frankly” he
pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I want you”. He chuckled, a sick and
menacing laugh before (Y/N) pushed herself away from him.
It was back. The
look (Y/N) beared upon her face was back. I hadn’t seen it since the first day
I met her. She had this look of pure and utter disgust and I could tell she had
some very choice words for Chuck.
“Well guess what Chuck,”
she started, placing her books down and crossing her arms. By this point,
nearly everyone in the student room was watching the scene unfolding before
them. “I’m not scared of you. I know you, Chuck and I know how you work. You
would rather people fear than like you. So you traffic in terror and intimidation,
you’re the principles son so you’ve never been held accountable for but this,”
she gestured to Chuck and herself, “… this has to stop. This power, this
entitlement that seeps and runs through your veins needs to stop because it
won’t last. One day, you’ll fall off your pedestal flat on your face and no one
will be there to save you. Not your big headed, rambunctious jock friends, not
Reggie, not me”.
She paused, taking
a deep breath but not backing down. I had noticed though that throughout her
amazing speech, Chuck had stood up and began to corner her into the set of
cabinets behind her. Looking around, I had noticed that Kevin, Betty and Archie
were all sat down mouths agape, watching (Y/N) give Chuck exactly what he
deserved. But I could see that this was getting out of hand and I felt as
though I needed to do something.
“This is riveting.
I can’t breathe!” Kevin gasped, repeating a statement I’m sure he’d said
before. “Someone should really do something. This could get ugly.” Archie
stated the obvious yet made no attempt to control the situation at hand.
“You think I’m
entitled!” He laughed, “Take a cold hard look at yourself (Y/N), you think you’re
better than everyone in the room. It’s hard enough looking at you, let alone listening
to your gaping mouth spit boring, useless facts about nothing. If I’m entitled
then what does that make you?” Chuck inched closer, “Spoilt? Superior? A
ruthless bitch? You’ve been here for all of 6 minutes (Y/L/N), know your place
and stick to it or so help me I will –“, “Alright Chuck, that’s enough!” Betty
spoke suddenly, afraid of what Chuck is capable of.
“Can it Betty, or
should I say Polly?” Chuck laughed causing betty to retreat back into her shell,
lowering her eyes and flipping through her notebook.
This has gone way
too far. Sighing, I stood up and made my way over to Chuck. “Alright Chuck, you’ve
had your fun, I think it’s time to go” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder
and pulling him slightly to face me. He was still to ridiculously close to
(Y/N) for my liking.
“What is it with
you and this girl Dracula? She’s not your damsel in destress, she’s a nobody!”
Chuck turned around slightly to face me, keeping the same unbearable close
distance between him and my girl.
leave her alone, go find somebody your own size and IQ to mess with!” I threw
back, sick of his antics already. I could hear the gang gasp at my words, my
usual shyness hidden behind this newly found façade I had put on.
“That’s it. I’ve
had it with you Wednesday Adam’s! Somebody ought to teach you a lesson you’ll
never forget!” Chuck grew angrier and angrier by the second and by now I had
slid myself in between him and (Y/N) in order to keep her safe. This girl just
can’t stay out of trouble, can she?
All of a sudden
Chucks fist came flying up towards my face and hit me straight in the eye, the
sheer force of the blow knocking me over, causing me to fall to the floor. The
whole room stood still, on lookers watching over the scene but too scared to
ran over to me and stood right in between Chuck and I, like I had done with her
moments before. “Get out of my way freak, or so help me-“ Chuck lunged forward
and it looked as if he was going to hit (Y/N). The whole room quacking in fear,
one question on their minds. Would Chuck really hit a girl?
“What?” (Y/N) spoke
loudly for the first time in a while, “What are you gonna do? Hit me? Go ahead
Clayton! I dare you, make my day!” She stood tall and certain. There was no
sign of fear or doubt in her eyes in this moment, like protecting me was a
natural, sure thing. Like it was something she wanted to do. I couldn’t help
but smile at how adorable she was but then instantly regretting it when searing
pain shot through my cheek bone, but it was all worth it.
Chuck edged closer
and closer towards (Y/N), towering over her with spite in his eyes. “Oh how I would
love to wipe that smug grin off of your beautiful face,” Chuck whispered as he
stroked her cheek. Suddenly, he grabbed her chin and pulled her closer. “But I’m
afraid your boyfriend would turn all Billy Loomis on my ass and murder me into
next Tuesday!” He spat those words right into her face.
I was livid. How
dare he speak to her in such a manner! I could tell Archie knew that I was
ready to pounce because her ran over and pulled me away from the two. Just as
Betty was about to do the same with (Y/N), Cheryl waltzed in and interrupted the
“My my, what do we
have here? The new girl and Riverdale’s most obnoxious Jock going head to head?
If you asked me, I would say that there was some chemistry going on between the
two, wouldn’t you Judhead?” Cheryl giggled, loving every minute of this game
“(Y/N) is it? I
would just love it if you came and had lunch with me and my girls today!”
Cheryl asked, pushing her way through the crowd the get to (Y/N). “Ummmm, I’m
sorry but I’d much rather sit with Betty and –“ “Right. You’re new so I’ll let
this one slide but here’s a hint. I’m a blossom and what a blossom wants, a
blossom gets. You’re having lunch with me today, okay?” Cheryl asked as happy
as ever, although if you ask me it sounded like more of a demand.
grabbed her books and walked away with Cheryl and her pose, giving one last
look of gratitude towards myself. I couldn’t help but smile back, a blush
creeping onto my cheeks.
The crowd of people
all dispersed and I was finally able to sit down and relax for a moment. I shut
my eyes and remembered the events that just occurred. Or more specifically,
(Y/N). How gorgeous she looked in that dress and how her eyes lit up when I
came over to rescue her once again from Clayton.
When I opened my
eyes again, I jumped. Betty, Kevin, Archie and now Veronica were all staring at
me intently, grins spread across their faces. “So, (Y/N) huh? I didn’t picture
you for the glamourous type Juggie!” Archie stated, laughing his iconic laugh
and punching me lightly on the arm.
“Shut up!” I
laughed nervously, heat rising to my cheeks, causing me to look down. “He’s so
smitten!” Kevin giggled. “I am not! I protested as I picked up my books and
walked off to class, the gang following closely behind me teasing me
relentlessly about my interest in (Y/N).
They don’t get it
though. They don’t get just how amazing she can be. In all of two times I have
seen her, she’s managed to capture my heart and keep it under lock and key. I
may not be smart or funny or perfect but I do know one thing. If the third time
I see (Y/N) is anything like the last, then I guess third times a charm.
British people be like coloUr grEy favoUrite gosh make up your mind Anna jfc (also I love Florence and the machine what's your favorite album pls tell me IS IT LUNGS????) 🐸🍵
Let me ask you this. Do you say col-OR or col-er when portrayed phonetically. When you ask someone for a favoUr do you say fav-OR or fav-er. I am a small ball of semantics my friend with tendencies to never commit so your question is therefore where I shine. AND YES FLORENCE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL and choosing between albums hurts (hahah I cannot commit) but as it was the first full album and when I saw her in a tiny little intimate venue where I could practically see her eyelashes I will cite lungs as my fave album. (How Big How Beautiful though. Is. just. nnghhh)
Hot or not? *I am curious tbh xD* Gladio, Ignis, Noctis, Prompto, Ardyn, Ravus, Cor, Regis and Clarus 😂😆
Ok so I’m gonna go off purely physical attributes rather than character qualities. Because LOL.This wouldn’t be as fun. Or positive.
SO GOING OF PURELY PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:
Gladio: Not. Ok but hear me out. He’s an attractive dude, anyone can see that. BUT, he just doesn’t do it for me. I honestly, am not a fan of immensely muscly guys. Meaning, I’m not particularly attracted to them. lol. I love me some lanky slender nerds.
Ignis: Totally completely omg hot as a mofo marry me now hot. TALL SKINNY LADS WITH CLASSES ARE WHAT’S UP IN BLINDBAE’S BOOK Y’ALL. WHAT UP. Though, surprisingly, I’m not usually attracted to light haired dudes. But man. Ignis. Oh man.
Noctis: HOOOOOoooOOOO MAMA. Noctis is literally the perfect example of exactly what I find attractive (minus glasses). If Noctis wore glasses I’d probably be dead honestly. Black hair, blue eyes. *faints*
Prompto: Both? EH? I don’t know. I definitely find him attractive but I don’t necessarily find him hot. Imo, there’s a difference between the two. LOL, as you all know my mind is a strange place.If we were going off both characteristics and physical attributes; I’d say, fuck yes. Hot mofo. But, if I saw him in a store somewhere as a strange, I wouldn’t really stare at him like a totally creep like I would Noctis and Ignis.
Ardyn: Not. My first reaction of him in the game was that he was a creepo homeless man that was low-key a pedophile. So. Nope. lol. I’m so mean to Ardyn.
Ravus: Same thing with Prompto. Both? Kinda? I think his eyes definitely make the call of HOT rather than not. I am obsessed with eyes. Like wow. Eyes are like the number 1 determination if I find a man attractive or not. And Ravus wins that competition hands down. He’s also gotta a nice head shape.
Cor: I have been debating this for a long while. Physical attributes are definitely hot. I enjoy dark hair and blue eyes. *Heart eyes*
Regis: ehhhhhhhhhh not. I don’t even have an explanation. I just #nope
Clarus: nope nope nope. Still dont have an explanation. BUT NOPE. LOL
Oh, silly sammit-janet. It is never to late to talk about this:
Sam’s arms are downright dangerous. You’ve seen how tense and taut those muscles are when he raises a gun, when he slams a monster around, when he digs a grave.
You’ve watched him stretch his arms over his head when he’s tired, flex his forearms when he’s mad and trying not to show it, lift things that no human should be able to lift.
And every time you look at his arms, all you can think is how big and powerful they are. Big enough to practically swallow you when he pulls you close, and you never really noticed how long they were until they began stretching across your shoulders constantly, trapping you ( a totally willing prisoner) in their cage. Powerful enough that one of them underneath your ass is enough to hold you up while he fucks you senseless- he doesn’t even need to brace you against a wall.
And the way they feel when you are grabbing and clawing at them, holy shit. It’s nothing but silk stretched over steel, slick with sweat, tan practically glowing…
But your favorite thing about Sam’s arms are how they feel when they are wrapped around you when he’s sleeping. His muscles are relaxed and loose across you, but you still feel them twitch and tense every now and then, as if they are trying to protect you, even when he’s practically unconscious.
Sam’s arms are exactly where you want to be, all the time.
aaaa congrats on 2k!! i dont recognize ur url anymore but I remember reading shot in the night & it RUINED ME. Could I get a ship please? I'm bi(though generally prefer guys or muscly girls,,)& am a cancer e/infp! I love drawing & doing makeup, but am always 2 tired. I'm always imagining elaborate plans but am honestly happy staying home to snuggle. I also have, the WORST sweet tooth, it's out of control man. I'm super loyal & SUPER affectionate. I also have too many #aesthetics rip- ty!!
ooohhhhHH MY GOD THANK YOU IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT
shipped with: Ororo Munroe
song: read my mind by the killers
whenever you do things For The Aesthetic she just sort of goes along with it because [shrug emoji] if it makes you happy then it makes you happy
sometimes you draw her and honestly? she’s never been so flustered in her life
you nag her about whether she can bench you
“plllleeeeeaaaaasssee? can you tryyyyyy?” “how strong do you think i am, gorgeous?” “strong enough?”
she’s not a touchy feely person but like? She Is For You
she’s so soft with you and also she 100000% buys you like cookies or candy or something when she’s out because she sees it and thinks of you
Y/N and Daryl has been seeing each other since the prison, with their differences, Daryl thought it would be best to keep their relationship quiet until they were ready. After getting caught in a heated moment, he has avoided her and was confronted and the truths were spilled.
Inspired by ‘Secret Love Song pt.2’ Little Mix
Daryl x Reader
I looked out the window, above the sink as I washed the dishes, catching a glimpse of Carl pushing Judith’s stroller around. He was a good kid, though I wasn’t much older, at the age of twenty two.
I chuckled after seeing him tip his hat at a boy who waved at him. Life at Alexandria was luxurious, something I never thought we’d come across after the outbreak, most importantly with the group, which became family.
Feeling arms wrap around my waist and my neck peppered with kisses, I rinsed the last dish smiling at his gestures. I turned around only for my lips to be attacked hungrily by Daryl and I couldn’t help but giggle in the kiss as his beard tickled my chin.
Arriving at Alexandria made it difficult to have our alone time, as there was more human interactions. It’s not only because we constantly wanted to fulfill our sexual desires, which was it partially, but also because we had kept our relationship quiet since we’d established one.
I didn’t understand why we couldn’t tell the others but Daryl said keeping it only for us to share was for the best, so I didn’t oppose to his decision.
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter as he tugged at the hem of my shirt and made his way down the valley of my chest, sucking lightly at the spots he had grown to be familiar with. I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair and tugged, pulling him closer to me. “Mhmm Daryl, baby..”
He lifted his head up and kissed my lips one more time before pulling my shirt over my head and was about to unclasp the hook of my bra until the door unexpectedly opened. “Y/N, stop cleaning for once and come outside, it’s a nice ev- well I see.”
I jumped off the counter and sheepishly smiled at Sasha. I had managed to put my shirt my back on, with her still standing there, a smirk plastered on her face. I realized that Daryl was still in the room with us also, as I turned around to be met with a red faced redneck and his nostrils flared.
“Hey, it’s okay. She won’t tell anybody, right?” I turned back to Sasha, emphasizing ‘won’t’ as she quickly nodded her head.
I put a hand on Daryl’s arm, lovingly grazing my fingers on it, in hopes he would calm down. He only jerked away and made his way past me, grabbing his crossbow and was out with the door slammed.
“How long has this been going on?” Sasha asked curiously, making her way over to me, as she saw how shocked I was that my boyfriend had just done that.
“Since the prison, before the residents of Woodbury moved in.”
“What? Girl! That was so long ago, how come you guys never told anyone? Or have you and I just wasn’t up to date around here?”
“No, yeah we haven’t told anyone and I don’t really get what the big deal is. I mean I’m certain he doesn’t just see this as sex or maybe he does that’s why he doesn’t want to tell the group.”
I rested my hands on the counter to steady myself as my mind flooded with the endless possibilities of why he’s been keeping us hidden. “Let’s not jump to conclusions, Daryl’s not like that and you know that Y/N.”
“I do, you’re right maybe I should just wait for him till he’s feeling better then discuss it with him. Thank you, Sasha.” “No worries, we’re family now. I see you so much like a little sister anyways.” She smiled and pulled me in for a hug as we made our way upstairs to rest.
That was weeks ago. After the incident, Daryl has been avoiding me and it has driven me insane. I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t go to Carol or Maggie to ask since they didn’t know, I figured it would only worsen the situation.
So for weeks, I was stuck at the house Sasha and I shared, occasionally taking watch, and sitting at my porch hoping Daryl would see me and talk to me. Though I haven’t seen him at all and when I asked around, he was always on a run. One night I was looking out the window from my bedroom and saw Daryl only a few steps from my house, I’m guessing on his way to his. I ran downstairs and out the door to call for him.
“Daryl! Daryl! I know you can hear me, can’t you just stop and listen! Please.” He only continued to walk as I walked after him, finally catching up to take his arm and turn him around to look at me.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” “Not now Y/N, it’s late and I just want to get home.” He took his arm out of my grasp and kept walking.
I ran in front of him and kept a hold of both his shoulders, to keep him from moving. People started appearing at their porches to watch the scene, as ridiculous as it probably looked to see a girl as short as I am holding back her tall and muscly ass boyfriend. Of course they didn’t know that, but I had so many questions that I’m sure will answer themselves, keeping the secret we’ve kept for so long revealed.
“Then when? Let’s be honest here Daryl, if not now there will never be a next time, since you’ve been acting as my existence never mattered to you.” I spat out, hearing people murmur, obviously about us. Daryl looked around and sighed, “What makes you think it ever did? We’ve barely spoken to each other.”
I have to admit that one hurt like a bitch, hearing it come from him. “Oh stop! Drop the fucking act Dixon, Sasha’s caught us and you still don’t see a chance of telling the rest?”
“Why do you want them to know so badly? There! Everyone, Y/N and I have been seeing each other since the prison. Happy now!”
I scoffed and shook my head, as I felt tears slide down my cheeks like a damn waterfall and I hated that. I wanted to appear strong for this one, but before I could hold them in, sobs already escaped my mouth.
His face softened but he kept it together, knowing well he’ll give in later on anyways. “I don’t wanna live love this way, Daryl! I don’t wanna hide us away! I’m kept wondering if that will ever change and I’m living for that day, someday!”
“Here it is Y/N, don’t you think I have reasons to why I’ve kept us hidden? It’s because I don’t want anyone to think our love isn’t right and I’m afraid of losing you! Have you ever thought that maybe someone will bring up how young you are compared to me? Or that maybe this isn’t love because you’re naive and stupid for loving me, someone who has never experienced what that is.”
I looked up at him seeing he was also on the verge of tears, “Daryl-” “I don’t deserve you Y/N! I’m scared one day, when we tell people, you’ll realize that!”
“Listen to me, goddamnit Daryl! I’m so tired of you and I having to hide on the outside where people can’t know I’m yours and you’re mine! Why does age have to be the thing that stops me from saying I’m in love? That I’m in love with you because I am!”
I cried harder and let my arms fall as he pulled me into is his arms and embraced me tightly. “I love you Y/N and I’m sorry we had to hide this and I had to keep it from everyone that I loved you, so much.”
He cupped my face in his large hands, wiping away my tears as he connected our lips together, in the most passionate kiss we’ve shared. “And from now on, I’ll claim it for as long as I can.
“I’M IN LOVE WITH Y/N SOON TO BE DIXON!” I was still crying but I realized I was just too happy, collecting myself and clearing my throat to scream out with him, “AND I’M IN LOVE WITH DARYL DIXON! Always will be.”
I whispered the last part, loud enough to him to hear as the people in the streets, clapped and Rick’s voice can be heard, “it’s like a damn romance novel!”
A/N hello everyone ! Did you like it? I didn’t! Lol.. I love the song but this was so rushed and I didn’t really have a steady plot but I did my best. If you read all of that without cringing, you’re a trooper, thank you guys for reading if you did anyways! I know it was Daryl that said the last quote but I thought it was fitting. Have a safe marvelous day! :))
Lilredcometolife sent in this lovely submission. Here’s what she said:
“I am short and curvy. I am strong and healthy.
This photo is a year old now. when I first saw it I almost cried. I refused to let anyone see it until recently. why? I hated how big my legs looked. I look at this now and my legs look no where are horrible as I had imagined. I always struggled with this because most short girls I know are naturally extremely skinny and I wasn’t. for years I hated it. hid my legs in clothes that made me look worse. But as I have come to accept. I am curvy and short (5ft 1) there is nothing wrong with my muscly thighs. they have carried me through so much intense sport. I don’t always have amazing confidence. But, I am curvy and I love it.”
Sounds like you’ve made some great progress! Keep working towards body positivity :)