ice glare

anonymous asked:

maybe a scenario where zen has a gf but you're also in love with him????? ahhhh sorry I just love your scenarios and I want to see more of them ^^

Author’s note: mwahahhaha HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZENNYYYY

The Other Girl

She tilted her head back and laughed, flashing the room with her bright smile. The dress she wore perfectly accented her figure, and her blonde hair flowed down her back like a golden waterfall. She had a straight nose, and pretty blue eyes. In other words, she was perfect.

Of course, you wouldn’t expect anything less from Zen’s girlfriend.

Zen and Hana had met while shooting a car commercial. She was a model who was trying to start her acting career, and he was desperate for a new job. It was, as Zen put it, “love at first scene.” Now, on their five month anniversary, you and the rest of the RFA were sitting around Zen’s living room, laughing and celebrating the couple. There was only one problem.

You were in love with Zen, too.

“That was hilarious,” Hana wiped a tear from her eye. She sighed and snuggled deeper into Zen’s chest.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, “Aren’t I the luckiest guy in the world?”

A familiar pain stung your heart. You bit your lip and looked away, focusing on the concerned look Seven was giving you instead.

“Stop it,” you mouthed silently.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed back, giving you another pitying look.

Seven was the only other person that knew about your feelings, and surprisingly, he had been a complete and total sweetheart about it. He would always talk you up to Zen, trying to help your relationship move forward. You actually thought it might have gone somewhere, if it hadn’t been for Hana. After the two got together, Seven stayed right by your side. You closed your eyes, remembering the night after Zen told you about his newly found girlfriend.

“Uh-huh…yeah… that’s great! Okay, Zen, go and call the others. Yes, I’m sure they’ll all be thrilled! Okay, bye.”

You hung up the phone and held it to your chest. I can’t believe he has a girlfriend… and it’s not me.

You covered your mouth to keep the sobs from escaping. The phone in your hand became heavy as your felt your legs get weaker. Slowly, you made your way over to the couch and sat down, placing your cell next to you. Looking at your shaking hands you moved it back and forth in front of your face. I feel like I’m in a dream. Maybe it’s-


The doorbell interrupted your thoughts. You bit your lip and stayed still, hoping whoever was there would go away.


Who the hell would come here at this hour?

You walked over to the door, your legs feeling like they were treading through quicksand. Reaching out, you cracked open the door to see who it was.


You mentally scolded yourself for the way your voice cracked. You looked up at your friend as he stood on your front porch, ice cream in one hand and wine in the other.

“Can I come in?”


He pushed past you and walked into your kitchen. You heard the freezer door open and shut, followed by the clinking of glass. He returned with two glasses of wine and set them down on your coffee table. You stared at him.

“…So, what are you-”

You were stopped by a bone-crushing hug. Seven wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, burying his head in your hair.

“Zen called me first and told me. He said he was going to call you next, so I came over here… I’m so sorry.”

He loosened his grip and you pulled your head back. “I-I’m fine, you don’t have to worry!”

Seven looked at you and tilted your head up toward him. “You don’t have to lie… not with me.”


Your eyes shot open when you heard Zen calling your name.


You looked around the room, making eye contact with each of the RFA members. Why are they all staring?

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Zen gave you a look and then bit his lip. “You’re crying.”

Your hand shot up to your face like lightning. When you felt the dampness around your eyes, your chest tightened.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” you stood up and walked toward the balcony.

“If you need anything just ask,” you heard Hana call out behind you. Quickly, you made your way outside.


Frantically, you wiped the tears from your eyes. In an attempt to distract yourself, you looked up at the stars above you. It’s just like that night with Zen… the night when we looked at the stars together.

Your mouth formed soft smile as you began to recall what happened that night. Regardless of whom Zen was with, that moment would always be yours.

A sudden burst of wind pulled you out of your reminiscing. The bitter night air burned your chapped lips and sent a shiver down your spine. You looked down to your waist and around your area. Damnit, I forgot my-

“Looking for this?”

Seven stood behind you, holding up your jacket.

“Yeah,” you grabbed it from him, quickly slipping into it, “Thanks, Luciel.”

Seven eyebrows quirked, “Luciel? You almost never call me that.”

“I know,” you looked up at him, “I just need you to understand how much I really mean it. Thank you for everything.”

You could help but notice the slight blush forming on his cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Well… ah, whatever.”

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll always be here for you.”

You smiled into his chest, letting his words comfort your broken heart.

After a while, you pulled away from him. “Let’s go back inside.”

“You sure you’re okay?”


Following Seven inside, you sat back down in your original spot, and after a while it was like you had never left.

“-And that’s the first time I ever hacked into a database!”

As Seven finished his story, you couldn’t help but smile. Slyly, you looked around to see everyone else’s reactions.

That’s when you noticed it.

The ice cold glare Zen was giving you.

The hell?

Zimbits AU where your world is black and white until you hear your soulmate laugh


Jack knows his parents’ story off by heart.

Bob had been on the ice at an away game. The crowd was screaming; it was overtime. Things had been a bit tense. 

And then Bob had put a puck in the net of the opposition and that was it. The disappointed home audience had fallen into a quiet grumble after some polite clapping. Many hands were slapped on Bob’s back as the team skated towards the edge of the ice. Bob had been just about to leave the rink, and then-

A laugh. A snorting, wonderful laugh, and his world filled with color.

He had frozen where he stood, ears caught on the sound of that laugh and the voice that followed.

“I told you, didn’t I? No one’s got it like Bad Bobby Z!”

It was his turn to let out a laugh and he did, with gusto. His voice boomed so loud it had seemed to reverberate around the arena, every head swiveling to the source of the noise.

Every time he told that story, Bob swore blind he heard his soulmate’s gasp in the ensuing silence. Alicia would roll her eyes fondly, stating that she did not gasp, thank you very much, and that the dreadful nickname she’d called him had been popular among hockey fans at the time. 

Whatever the truth, they’d introduced themselves moments later and were married within the year. It was like that, with soulmates. Instantaneous.

Jack’s not heard that story since before the Draft. He knows people think if he’d found his soulmate before- before, he wouldn’t have done it. But people tend to over romanticize things out of habit. In the end, soulmates and laughter and colors had very little to do with how he ended up here.

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Dan and Phil through the years set to Yuri on Ice. 

Camp Camp Who's David? AU


“…Max…Max…are you okay?” Groaning the child’s eyes slowly opened to see a blurry collection of people standing over him. “He’s waking up! Gwen, get the the Ice pack!”

“Piss off David.”

“Hey langu-David?” His vision snapped into focus as Max sat up to see someone that was obviously not David standing above him. Getting up Gwen came rushing over holding an ice pack as Max glared at the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“He must have fallen harder than we thought, Max you should lie down for a while.” He put his hand on Max’s shoulder who angrily slapped the hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me, where’s David?”

“Max, who are you talking about?” Turning Max saw Nikki and everybody else gathered around him staring.

“You know damn well who I’m talking about. He’s the one who thought it would be a bright idea to let Nurf pick what we’d do today.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Shut up Nurf. Who are you? And why are you dressed like David?”

“Max, I’m Jasper. I’ve been your counselor since you got here.”

“No David is. I’ve never seen you before in my life.” At this point Max was starting to get angry, why was everyone acting like they didn’t know who David was?

“Neil, why don’t you help Max get back to his tent-”

“I know where my tent is asshole.” He stormed off leaving the rest of the camp confused at his sudden outburst.

“I think that fall really messed with his head.”


This is my one-shot for what I think will happen in episode 6 between Jon and Dany. This has major spoilers, so read at your own risk.

Pairing: Jon/Daenerys 

The wall looked eerily beautiful during the early moonlight hours. What a bewitchingly beautiful disguise for what the wall represented? Was this giant block of ice supposed to protect the realm from the icy death that lay ahead? After what Dany had just witnessed, she knew the wall wouldn’t stop these monsters.

She had arrived at Eastwatch-By-The-Sea on Drogon’s back with Rhagael not far behind. The odd group of men with her. The Hound, Beric Donndarian, Ser Jorah Mormont, and Tormund Giantsbane were quite the characters as they sat quietly around the small wooden bench. The whole ride from beyond the wall back to Eastwatch was silent. Drogon coasted through the winter chill with a speed faster than normal. It had only taken an hour to arrive back at dingy old castle that sat carved into the massive wall of ice. So much had been lost in the last day.

Dany faced the window so the men wouldn’t see the tears strolling down her face. Her normally regal hairstyle of braids riddled with snow and dirt and her dressed ripped to almost shreds, but she didn’t care. She could feel Ser Jorah’s eyes on her back, but he knew better than to disturb her.

Jorah watched Dany as she looked out the window overlooking the moon. He knew that his queen was suffering and there wasn’t much he could do about it. Jorah knew the loss of one of her children must be weighing heavy on her heart. He had been there when Viseron had been brought to life when Dany had walked out Khal Drogo’s pyre without a burn on her body.

Jorah hadn’t expected to be chasing after ice zombies when he returned to his Khalessi, but he would serve her wherever she would go. He volunteered to go by himself to catch one of these wights. She had a look of shock on her face when he offered, but a look of resignation that she would accept his proposal for it had to be done.

Jon Snow butted in on his proposal and offered to go as well. Wasn’t this Jorah’s time to finally win his Khalessi’s heart? He had been overshadowed by Drogo, and then the cunt Daario. Finally, when she had crossed the sea and Daario had stayed behind, Jorah believed his affections might be returned. He had gone to the ends of the earth to cure his greyscale to get back to his queen. When he arrived on the cliff top to greet his queen, this so called “King in the North” was talking to her. Jorah knew right then; his chances were shot to hell…again.

Jorah had noticed Dany’s affection for Jon Snow the moment he laid eyes on them together. He had seen Jon Snow shared this affection when he bitterly scoured at him when Dany embraced him. Jorah noticed every time Dany would look at Jon when he proposed his plan to lead the suicide mission she’d have the look of a woman lost. Jorah had seen this look on his Queen before, when her Khal was on the brink of death. This look he had seen, but something different lie underneath her eyes when she said farewell to Jon Snow on the beach at Dragonstone. Stone cold fear was lying underneath her violet gaze. Jorah realized then that Dany didn’t just care for Jon Snow, she was in love with him. That’s why she risked her life by coming with her three dragons beyond the wall to rescue them all.

As disappointed that he was that his love would never be returned, he felt pity for her. He never wanted to see his Queen in such despair. He knew her sadness came from the death of her beloved child, but now that she believed Jon to be gone she had lost all hope. All Jorah could do was be there to comfort and support her when she needed it.

This lost love would be one his queen would never return from.

“What in the seven hells do we do now? “Tormund said with a sad sigh. Tormund didn’t care for much, but Jon Snow had become one of this best friends. He took a chug of the bitter ale.

“We do as the King commanded. He didn’t risk his life going beyond the wall for us to sit here and bitch like little cunts. Get off our fucking asses and take this walking dead man to that bitch Cersei and get the armies gathered to slaughter these dead fuckers.” The Hound stated.

“The ugly man is right. Jon would have wanted us to finish what we started. These fuckers are going to breech the wall any day now.” Tormund exaggerated.

The Hound gave him a look that could kill. “Who you calling an ugly man? You red-haired twat.”

“Will you stop with the slurs? We need to face the reality that the wights are coming for us all. This parlay with the bitch queen is our last hope.” Davos said.

“The King is dead. What hope should we have left?” Gendry said.

When Gendry said this about Jon, Daenerys turned and stormed out of the room.

“What the hell is the dragon bitch doing?” Tormund yelled.

“Will you have some respect? She saved our asses out there. If it weren’t for her and the flying beasts, we’d be ice men by now.” Beric yelled at Tormund.

Jorah stepped out of the room and followed Dany.

He found her in a small study with a desk and an old table with her head in her hands.

“My queen, do you need anything?” Jorah looked at her with sad eyes.

Dany finally looked up at Jorah with a puffy, red face and the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

“My child is dead, Ser Jorah. The man I lo..” Dany stopped herself short. “The King is dead, and it is my fault. I could have saved him.” She cried.

Jorah put a hand on Dany’s shoulder. “My queen, there is nothing you could have done. The King fell off the dragon. If we would have stayed, we all would have died. Surely he wouldn’t have wanted that?’

Dany just put her head back in her hands and cried.

Jorah knew he was going to cross the line with this question, but he had to know.

“Do you love him, My queen?”

Dany looked at Jorah with surprise in her eyes, but she didn’t try to hide the utter despair in them.

“Does it matter now?”

Suddenly screams were coming from outside the castle. Dany shot up and ran to the main hall where Gendry, Tormund, and Beric were opening the gate.

Dany couldn’t believe her eyes.

It was Jon on a horse, slouched over looking like he was on the brink of death.

Dany fainted into Ser Jorah’s arms.

Hours later, Dany came to in a small chamber. Jorah was by her side watching her intently.

She shot up with a throbbing headache.

“What happened?” Dany said in a hoarse voice.

“My Queen, please lay back down you need your rest.” Jorah pleaded.

Memories splayed across Dany’s mind as she stared at the wall.

A raven from Eastwatch. Tyrion’s pleas for her not to go. “Your our last best hope against the coming storm.” He had said. The sprint she made towards her dragons. The pounding off the seas underneath her as she rode Drogon off the cliffs of Dragonstone. The cold wind whipping against her hair as she flies as fast as the dragon could go to Eastwatch. The giant wall of ice glaring at her as she passed it. Davos staring up at her when she flew by Eastwatch. The horror as she approached the army of the dead. So, Jon had been telling the truth this whole time? She believed him, but doubt always creeped in. The screams of Thoros as the ice polar bear ripped his flesh. The flaming sword Beric was wielding towards the ice men. The dragons fire as she screamed for them to burn these monsters alive. The Hound capturing the lone wight. Drogon’s pounding roar when he reached the ground below to pick up the men. The screech Viseron made when an ice spear hit his chest. Her child sinking into a frozen lake. The horror that bloomed in her stomach as she watched her child take his last breath. Drogon and Rhagaels fiery breath on the dead men who surrounded Jon and the men. The men coming on the dragon. Jon beating a wight off him when he tried to mount onto Drogon. The feel of his hand when it slipped out of hers. Jon falling into a frozen lake. The scream that came out of her when Jon went under. “We have to go!” Tormund screamed at her. Drogon’s flapping of wings and soaring into the winter sky. The icy blue eyes of the Night King gazing into her. The feeling of hopelessness squeezing her heart. Her child gone to an icy death. The only man she ever loved taken from her before they even began. Dany cried the whole ride back to the wall.

“Where is he?” Dany yelled at Jorah.

“Khalessi, you must rest. You fainted when he arrived.”

Dany grabbed Jorah by the collar. “Where is he? I need to see him.” Dany cried.

Jorah didn’t fight with his queen. He got up and made for the King’s chambers.

Dany shot up out of the bed and followed him.

Tormund guarded the door to Jon’s room.

Dany pushed past Ser Jorah and tried to push past Tormund, but the wildlings might too much for her.

“I need to see if he’s alright!” Dany cried as she pounded her fists into Tormund’s chest.

Tormund knew there was no sense in trying to fight the fiery little queen. She had the strength of steel for someone so small. He even found himself pitying the sad woman.

“He is recovering in here.You can see him but keep your bitch mouth shut.”

Dany would have burned Tormund alive if it was any other time for calling her those words, but she didn’t care. She opened the door to the room quietly. Jorah tried to follow her, but she pushed him back.

As she entered the small room which was lit with only a small fire and candlelight, she was filled with relief. He was unconscious with bruises all over his chest and legs, but he was alive. That was all that mattered. She sat next to him and reached for his hand. She entwined her fingers with his. Tears were still streaming down her face as she looked at him. She noticed the scars that splayed all over his chest. This is what Ser Davos meant when he took a knife to the heart.

Tears fell onto this chest as she traced the jagged scars. She stopped over the one on his heart. He could have been taken from me before we even met. What vile pig had stabbed him? How had he come back to life? Her thoughts wondered to all the things he must have suffered along the way.

A hand grabbed hers as she stared at him.

“Your Grace.” Jon said as he opened his eyes and adjusted to the dimly lit room. He felt like shit. He should be dead if it weren’t for his uncle.

“Did we get the wight?” was the first thing he said to her.

Dany was just staring at him with a look of relief and happiness on her face. Her hand held his so tightly, he thought she might draw blood. Her eyes were red and tears stained her cheeks.

“Yes, the mission was a success. We have the wight.” she said in a strained voice.

He smiled a faint smile at her. She smiled sadly at him. She raised her hand and stroked the scar on his temple. He leaned into the contact.

“I thought you were dead.” She cried.

“It seems the gods don’t want me gone yet.” He replied with a slight tease in his voice.

“Don’t do that to me again.”

Jon looked at her. Her hair was bloodied and dirty, and her dress ripped to shreds. She never looked more beautiful he thought. Jon had been denying his growing feelings for her over the past few weeks. There’s no time for that. He had told Davos. That seemed like years ago.

Looking at her now, he couldn’t deny the connection between them. She had risked her life and her children to come rescue them. Gone was the cold, demanding queen who constantly asked him to bend the knee. Before him was the real Dany, a young, compassionate, strong woman. A woman who loved her people and would do anything to save the realm. He didn’t need to deny himself anymore, he was falling in love with her. Jon then remembered it.

“The dragon. I’m sorry.”

She looked away with despair, “The costs of war.”

She looked back at him with a depth of sadness in her eyes.

“My dragons are the only children I will ever have; do you understand that?”

Jon knew what she meant by this, but he didn’t care.

“Yes.” He replied with a nod of understanding.

Dany’s saddened eyes went to a determined, fierce gaze.

“I will go North with you and defeat this night king and the army of the dead. You have my word.” She said with fierce determination.

He doesn’t know what possessed him to call her this, but it just came without warning.

“Thank you, Dany.”

She looked at his with a surprised look and smiled.

The last time someone had called her Dany was when her brother was killed with melted gold. Then name always reminded her of horrible things, but coming from him it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

She smiled at him. “My brother was the only one who used to call me that. I don’t think I’ve heard the name since.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, Your Grace.”

She squeezed his hand and smiled at him radiantly. “Dany. You can call me Dany.”

He smiled at her and looked down at his naked, battered body. “I’d bend the knee. But.”

She looked shocked. “What about those who pledged their allegiance to you?”

“It doesn’t matter now. You have promised to help us fight the army of the dead and that’s what I asked of you. You asked me to bend the knee and I refused. I see now that I was wrong. You believed in me when no one else would and saved my men from the death of the walkers. I see no point in squabbling over lands that may lay in ice when the war is over. I have no qualms in helping you in the war with Cersei when the dead are defeated. The Lords will understand in time.”

This time it was Jon’s turn to be shocked.

“I don’t want the North. I won’t require you to bend the knee when the war is over. Your people chose you as their king because they put their faith in you to lead them and protect them. They should have the king they chose. I will not fight you on the issue of the north. The real threat is here, and we need to band together to beat these monsters.” Dany said respectfully.

Jon looked at her with a tenderness in his gaze. “Thank you.”

Dany looked at him back intensely. The tension between them coming to a burning flame. She had denied herself from feeling anything for so long. Jon Snow came into her life and reignited the flames within her soul. She never wanted to leave his side even if death was at their doorstep.

She didn’t know if it was the weight of the moment, or the relief she had felt when she saw him breathing. She looked in eyes and saw the same emotion she had running through her.

Dany stared into his eyes as if asking for permission. Jon just looked at her with the same passion.

Dany removed her hands from his grasp and cupped his face in her hands. She doesn’t know if he leaned up or she leaned down, but their lips collided like a spark being lit into a burning flame.

Jon raised his hands as high as he could to her head without feeling the extent of her injuries. He kissed her with a passion he didn’t even know he had in him. She slid her tongue on his lower lip begging for entrance and he let her in. She tasted like salty tears and sweet summer wine. How had waited this long to kiss her?

Dany glided her hand to the back of his head, careful not to make him lean to far up to feel his injuries, and she kissed him fiercely. Her tongue darted in his mouth and their mouths danced like a wildfire. Dany felt a jolt of desire run through her stomach and it pooled between her thighs. When had kissing become more meaningful than sex? She didn’t know, but she never wanted this moment to end.

When the need for breath arised, Jon slowly pulled away from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. His hands stayed in her hair, and her hands on his cheeks. He released a shaky breath and kept his eyes closed basking in the moment. He knew loved her then.

Dany kept her forehead on his and calmed her breathing. She wanted to live in this moment forever. White walkers, the Night king, and Cersei be damned. She didn’t even know if she had the desire for the throne anymore. Her thought drifted to a house with a red door. Westeros was her birth home, but it never felt like home here. Maybe she was never meant to sit on the throne, maybe she was meant to come here and fight with him. I have found my home. She thought as she leaned in to gently kiss him.

This kiss was gentle and soft, far different than the passionate one they just shared. Dany poured all her heart into this one. She wanted him to know he wasn’t alone anymore. She would fight for the North. She would fight for him.

After the kiss broke, she finally leaned up and looked into his eyes. They shined with a different light than she had seen before.

He stroked the side of her cheek and smiled at her.

A knock on the door broke their gaze.

Davos came in and broke the moment.

“I see you are doing better, your grace.” He spoke to Jon, but it was meant for both of them.

Dany knew Ser Davos wanted to speak to Jon alone.

She squeezed Jon’s hand one more time and stood up.

“I will leave you two to discuss your business.” She said softly.

Dany was headed for the door when Jon called her.

“Dany, come back later tonight please?”

She smiled brightly at him, “Of course, my lord.”

He smiled the smile only reserved for her.

Dany walked back to her chambers with a new hope. She wasn’t going to let the Night King ruin her chance at saving her people. She was going to win this war with fire and blood. He may have taken one of her children, but she still had two left. She would be damned if he took anything else from her.

He wouldn’t take Jon. She would make sure of that. She would die before she’d let him take Jon.

She would go this parlay with Cersei Lannister and burn her alive if she doesn’t agree.

Nothing would stop the dragon within her from protecting all she loved.

She would win this war against the army of the dead. She would do it for her people, and for him.

She watched the moon glow over the wall.

Her eyes filled with determination.

Her heart filled with love for a brooding northern king.

Party Mishap

Prompt: “Take me home. I’d rather die than be with you” - If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had to Do Was Ask, Mayday Parade

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Words: 1574

Warning: Swearing, Mention of Underage Drinking, Slight Bullying

Summary: The Reader goes to a party with Flash but realizes that wasn’t such a good idea. Before they’re able to leave, they have an encounter with Peter Parker.

You were very aware of how obnoxious and rude Flash could be. But when he asked if you wanted to join him at a party later tonight something in you felt like giving the guy a chance. You were quick to find out that he was exactly how he seemed and you trying to give him the benefit of the doubt was a waste of your Friday night.

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Goosebumps (Archie Andrews)

Archie Andrews X Reader based on Goosebumps by Travis Scott

Warnings: oral sex, violence, swearing, very smutty towards the end, mention of death and drugs

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale imagine and my first smut so please let me know how I did.

Archie Andrews was sitting with his friends in their regular booth on a Friday night at Pops. The diner was filled with laughter from the group of teenagers enjoying their food. The pink and blue lights casted a charming glow upon their beaming faces. Kevin, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead sat with him grinning above their burgers and milkshakes. They exchanged stories while Archie happily ate his burger. Pops was standing behind the counter wiping out glasses and chatting with a man sipping his coffee in front of him. There was one one other occupied booth in the diner. The atmosphere was light and joyful with laughter ringing through the facility.

Archie sighed in content as he finished his food. He began sipping on his chocolate milkshake while listening to Kevin talk about his boyfriend.

“You know what guys, I think he’s the one.” He exhaled with a look of pure magic on is face. Betty and Veronica cooed at him while Jughead playfully rolled his eyes. Archie’s eyes fell upon Jughead but after seeing his arm wrapped around Betty he trained his eyes back on his milkshake. A pang of sorrow bolted through his heart. He loved Betty and it hurt him to move on.

“Kevin, you deserve to find someone that makes you truly happy. I’m glad that you and Joaquin are together.” Veronica cheered placing her hand on top of Kevin’s. He grinned in return and replied with a thank you.

A jingle of the bell above the door caused everyone to look. Archie sucked in a breath when the most stunning girl he’s ever seen in his life walked through the door. She was y/s/c skinned with y/h/c hair that perfectly cascaded around her. Her y/e/c eyes scanned the diner before meeting Pops with a smile. She wore a deep red v neck paired with black ripped jeans and white tennis shoes. Her jawline was sharp, it made her look like a goddess. Archie felt goosebumps arise on his arms. Their table grew silent as everyone eyed the gorgeous girl before them.

I get those goosebumps every time

“Hello, I called in an order for y/l/n.” When she spoke Archie felt his head swirl. Her voice was like honey with a hint of fire. Her silver hoop earrings shone under the diner lights as she took a seat at the counter and waited patiently for her food.

“Just one moment.” Pops replied bustling off to the kitchen.

“Archie!” Veronica grunted as she slapped his arm hard. Archie snapped back to reality and looked at her.

“What?” He said rubbing his arm.

“You totally zoned out dude.” Jughead said with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, you’ve been staring at that girl for several minutes.” Betty chimed in.

“Well to be fair, just look at her. She’s totally crushing that look. I’m loving those shoes.” Kevin said while looking longingly at y/n’s pristine white sneakers.

“Aww does whittle Archikins have a crush?” Veronica teased. Archie rolled his eyes at her and sipped at his milkshake. Across from him, Kevin slid out of the booth.

“I’m going to go talk to her.” He called over his shoulder.

The group of friends watched intently as Kevin walked up to the mystery girl and struck up a conversation. Her head snapped up when Kevin tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her body to him, her lips moved but neither Archie or his friends had caught what she said. Kevin and the girl shook hands before talking back and forth. Archie bit his lips and watched as she laughed at something Kevin said. He pointed to her shoes and gestured at her body. This earned a blush from the beautiful girl as she mouthed a ‘Thank you.’ at Kevin.

Betty, Veronica and Jughead started talking amongst themselves but Archie couldn’t pull his eyes away from the girl. He watched as Kevin handed the girl his phone and she typed something in before handing hers to Kevin. The pair were interrupted when Pops came back with three bags of food. The girl stood up and shook hands again with Kevin before handing Pops a fifty dollar bill and walking through the door. Kevin came back to the table with a huge grin on his face.

“So, whose our mystery girl?” Veronica asked while popping a fry into her mouth.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N and she just moved here yesterday from Chicago. We were just talking about town when she told me that she’ll be starting at Riverdale on Monday. I offered to show her around and she gave me her phone number.” Kevin beamed as he took his seat across from Archie.

“She looked pretty.” Betty said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, she was like a solid 10.” Veronica added.

The conversation for the rest of the night was all about Archie’s upcoming football game. Betty and Jughead left first after their third milkshake, Kevin offered Veronica a ride home soon after. Archie paid for his meal and waved goodbye to Pops. The cold nights air whipped his face as he stepped into his dads truck. As he started up the engine all Archie could think about was y/n and the air of mystery she left behind.


The next Monday morning Archie found himself in the student lounge room with Veronica, Betty, and Jughead. The four of them talked amongst themselves until Kevin came in speaking loudly. Archie felt the goosebumps rise on his arms when y/n walked in besides him.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around,

“And this is the student lounge room where I come in the mornings. Here you can stay between free periods after or before school. There are bathrooms just around the corner and plenty of vending machines in the back of the room. ”

“Okay, that completes the tour of Riverdale High if you have any questions feel free to ask me.”
He smiled at y/n and the pair walked over to where Archie was sitting. All four pairs of eyes snapped up to the new girl.

“Y/N these are my friends. This is Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead. They were with me that night at the dinner.” Kevin pointed to each of them as he introduced their names. Y/N waved to each of them. She was dressed in a white nirvana shirt with light ripped jeans, the leather jacket she wore fit her body perfectly. She wore the same white shoes from that Friday in the diner, her hoop earrings dangled from her ears as she surveyed the group in front of her.

“It’s nice to meet you y/n, please sit.” Betty said politely. Y/n sat next to Archie. Her scent of fire, leather, and vanilla intoxicatingly swarmed Archie’s mind.

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

He was left speechless as the girl next to him engaged with his friends. Her presence eased Archie’s nerves he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders. Her aroma filled his senses, carrying out all of the bad thoughts. Archie Andrews felt drunk on her scent.

Up close he could see the bridge of freckles that graced her clear y/s/c skin. Her hair cascaded around her shoulder and Archie fought the urge to reach over and touch it.

“So, tell us about yourself.” Veronica beamed as she sipped on her latte. Y/n cleared her throat.

“Well, my full name is y/f/n, I was born and raised on the south side of Chicago. I moved here last week by myself. I’m a writer, looking for my next story.
Umm what else? Oh I’m an athlete. I play basketball and for a while I played on my schools football team.
I’m pretty introverted so I don’t really know what else to say….” she trailed off and scratched her neck.

“You’re a writer?” Jughead questioned.

“Yes, I haven’t published anything yet but I’m almost done with my third novel. Do you write?” She countered with a genuine look of interest.

“Yeah. I’m working on my first story now. Hey, you should join the Blue and Gold we could always use another point of view.” Jughead offered. Y/n smiled happily at him.

“Definitely. It’d really help me with my writers block, thank you…?” Y/n trailed off looking at Jughead.
He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

“Jughead Jones, it’s nice to find another writer.” He smirked.

“Likewise Jughead.” She nodded. Kevin smiled at all of his friends getting along with y/n.

Worry about those condoms, and way too numb, yeah
It’s way too drum, yeah

“You really played football?” Archie piped up in disbelief. Y/n shot him a glare that turned his body to ice. His mind tensed as he met those stunning orbs of y/n’s and he felt his jeans tighten. The fire in her voice and the ice in her glare turned Archie on. He swallowed hard under her gaze and shifted in his seat. Everything was so numb and boring before y/n came along. He felt alive sitting next to her; like he had just went skydiving. Adrenaline pumped through his body when she clenched her jaw staring deep into his soul. A chill ran down his spine when the room fell completely silent.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I made varsity. Why? Because I’m a girl you think I can’t play.” Y/n snapped. Kevin’s smile slipped off of his face as he shot worried glances between Betty and Veronica.

“No not at all! I was just going to ask what position.” Archie surrendered. Y/n face fell neutral again as she nodded.

“Sorry.” She murmured. “I was the starting quarterback.” She added while bouncing her leg.

“Wow. I’m really impressed. Do you still play?” Archie asked. His eyes traveled up and down her body he felt the butterflies in his stomach turn to flames at her feisty attitude, it was really hot in his opinion.

“Yeah, in my spare time I practice.” She grinned up at the auburn haired boy and felt her chest flutter when he met her eyes.

“Well, there aren’t any spots on the football team but the River Vixens are hosting cheerleading tryouts this week, you should come y/n.” Betty said hopefully. Y/n flicked her eyes to Betty.

“No offense but I’m not exactly the cheerleader type, Betty.”

“Oh come on girl! Just give it a try.” Veronica chimed in. Her lips casted down in a playful pout. Y/n looked back and forth between the raven haired girl and the blonde before sighing.

“Okay. I’ll give it a try.” She finally said with an air of defeat. Betty and Veronica cheered.

“Yaay!! You’re going to love it this is so exciting!” Betty exclaimed. Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and turned back to Kevin.

“Well, Kevin your friends are pretty cool. I gotta go talk to the basketball coach. I’ll catch you later?”

“I’ll stop by the gym and walk you to your first class.” Kevin replied.

“It was nice meeting you all.” Y/n called after them. She stood to her feet, slung her backpack over her shoulder and disappeared through the door. Kevin turned back to his friends with a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked.

“She’s cool.” Veronica said.

“Yeah, but did you see how angry she got at Archie?” Betty interjected.

“She thought he was challenging her. I liked her, she was…. mysterious.” Jughead added. Betty hit him on the arm.

“Ow! Betty what was that for?” Jughead exclaimed.

“I’m your girlfriend Jug!” She spat.

“Archie what did you think?” Veronica inquired.

“Y/n was…perfect.” He breathed.

Betty and Veronica exchanged knowing glances with Kevin. Archie sat back on the sofa and smiled to himself.

At lunch that afternoon Kevin walked over with Y/N trailing behind him. They sat under their usual shade tree. She wore a smile as she took a seat next to Archie. Archie felt his heartbeat faster when her thigh pressed against his.

“How was your first day?” Jughead asked as soon as she was seated. Betty shot him a glare which he ignored.

“It’s been great so far. I like Riverdale High… there are some good people here.” Y/n responded making eye contact with Kevin. Kevin blushed at the ground, playfully he nudged y/n.

“Thanks girl, you’re a sweetheart.” Kevin gushed. Y/n chuckled and stabbed a strawberry with her fork.

“I don’t know about that Kev…” she grinned again with a gleam of mischief in her sparkling y/e/c eyes. Archie gazed dreamily at her: He could feel himself slowly falling for the new girl.

“Jughead and I are dating and I was just wondering if you had a boyfriend?” Betty said sweetly with jealously dripping from her voice. The table grew silent for a moment. Archie felt the tension grow in the air as Jughead shot Betty a “what the hell?” look. Archie cocked his head at y/n in curiosity nonetheless because he too wanted to know if she was in a relationship. He hoped not.

“No, I do not. Betty, there’s no need to feel jealous, I wasn’t hitting on Jughead.” Y/N replied calmly. Kevin and Veronica laughed at Betty’s retreat as she turned back to her lunch tray with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. Archie sighed quietly in relief.

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah

Y/n smiled sweetly at Betty, who in turn looked like she was choking up. Betty’s attitude threw the group off. The atmosphere became tense. Y/n began eating from her fruit bowl as the group began to converse about the meeting at Pops later on that night, desperate to change the subject. Archie had noticed that y/n had something shiny sticking out of her pocket. He couldn’t figure out what it was. He furrowed his brows but decided not to question her. Y/n scooted closer to him and Archie could feel his ears burn red.

“I was just wondering, earlier you said you moved here last week. Do you have any siblings, what is your family like.” Veronica asked. Y/n visibly tensed up. She clenched her fist around the plastic fork she was holding causing it to snap. Everyone jumped slightly at the sudden shift in attitude. Veronica looked down at her tray. Y/n cleared her throat her eyes trained on Veronica. Betty’s eyes grew wide. Jughead shifted uneasily in his seat. Kevin stared at y/n’s face his features also tense. Archie looked to her as well his pulse quickened at the fire in her eyes.

7-1-3 to the 281, yeah I’m riding
Why they on me?

“I live by myself. My father was murdered when I was ten in an armed robbery. My mom overdosed on heroine later that year. My brother was killed in a shooting on the south side… so yeah I’m the only one left.” Y/n spoke quietly with a scary calm edge to her voice.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea y/n.” Veronica said with a sad expression on her face. Everyone’s eyes fell in pity. Archie felt y/n’s leg bouncing anxiously beside his thigh.

“It’s fine. Really, I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. After a moment she left the table.

Oh no, I can’t fuck with y'all
When I’m with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Saucin’ in the city, don’t get misinformed
They gon’ pull up on you (brr, brr, brr)

As y/n walked away from the table to grab another fork she thought back to her gang friends in Chicago. She felt a pang in her chest when she thought about how they would react to her Riverdale friends. Their nosy habits would get them ran up on. She could feel her heart race anytime she was with that red haired boy, Archie Andrews. She wanted to get closer to him but with the way she was starting to get upset she was sure he wouldn’t want anything to do with her. Her reputation as a hothead made her the leader of a violent gang in Chicago, the Reapers. She ruled viciously her attitude causing her to get into several gun fights. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat and turned back towards the table.

“Wow… they’re all dead?” Jughead’s face darkened.

“Yeah.” Betty whispered. No one touched their lunch, a cloud of gloom settled over the teenagers.

“I feel so bad I didn’t know…” Veronica sighed.

“Look guys..she had a hard life being from the south side. So please, Betty ease off her okay? And Veronica don’t feel bad you didn’t know, none of us did.” Kevin shaded flicking his eyes to Betty before giving Veronica a sympathetic look.

“What? I thought she was hitting on Jughead!” Betty argued defensively.

“Well she wasn’t Betty so back off her, alright?” Jughead said with irritation lacing his voice. Betty frowned at him.

“She really put you in place Betts. Like she shut you down automatically. You have to admit that was funny.” Archie laughed. Everyone including Betty joined in. Y/n returned with another fork shortly after. She had an anxious look on her face.

“Hey Archie I noticed you staring at my pocket earlier and there’s something I have to tell you guys.” She said seriously.
All eyes met hers and y/n sighed heavily before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a shiny, sharp pocket knife. She opened it and set it on the table for all of them to gawk at. It was a murky navy blue with her initials carved into the handle in silver. The blade was around five inches long with a sharp tip.

Betty gasped. Kevin swallowed hard. Jughead eyed y/n suspiciously while Veronica and Archie just watched the knife reflect the sunlight with interest.

“Look, back in Chicago I grew up around a lot of gangs. I was the leader of one called the Reapers and we did some terrible things. I bought myself this knife for protection because I couldn’t carry a gun with me everywhere. It came in handy a few times when I found myself in gang territory and the only way to get out was to fight. I keep it with me wherever I go, but here in a town like Riverdale I don’t see a reason to use it…yet.” She trailed off, gauging their reactions.

“Well uh. That’s fine.” Kevin said shaking himself out of his trance and smiling up at y/n. The others nodded along with him and y/n tucked the knife back in her pocket.

“Life on the south side was rough, that’s why I came here. To get away from it all and to start a new life. You guys are cool and I hope you won’t hold this against me.” Y/n flicked her eyes towards Archie. He bit his lip. The danger lurking within y/n made him sexually frustrated. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now. He felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck. Y/n broke eye contact and looked to each of them.

“Y/n we all have a past. No matter who you are I want to get to know you. I’m sure all of my friends feel the same.” Archie comforted her. He placed his arm over her shoulder. Y/n smiled up at him and scooted closer to him. Archie’s mind exploded with excitement when y/n rested her hand on his thigh. He could feel himself blush a shade of red. Betty giggled from across the lunch table. Kevin nudged her playfully both of them seeing Archie’s blush.

“Of course we won’t hold this over you y/n.” Veronica smiled.

“You’re really interesting y/n, I was starting to think the leather jacket was just a fashion statement.” Kevin said nudging her playfully. They all laughed and began talking.

Suddenly, Cheryl Blossom sashayed over to the table.

“Oh look the sad breakfast club, and a new addition? What’s your name?” Cheryl cheerfully exclaimed. Jughead rolled his eyes at Cheryl.

“I’m y/n y/l/n. A new student here.” Y/n said with a friendly smile.

“Well, y/n you look a little rough around the edges.” Cheryl pointed out her Nirvana shirt. Y/n remained unbothered and crossed her arms over her chest her smile slipped off her face as fast as it had appeared.

“And you look like you have a stick up your ass, what’s your name again?” Y/n quipped. Kevin tried to pass his laugh off as a cough but failed earning a sharp glance from Cheryl.

“I’m Cheryl Blossom. But you probably already heard of me. After all I am a big deal here at Riverdale.” Cheryl flipped her scarlet hair over her shoulder and sat down next to Jughead. He begrudgingly moved his bag for her to sit. Archie and Jughead simultaneously rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“No, I’ve never heard of such a ridiculous name. So you must not be as important as you thought. Anyways, what’s your business here?” Y/n said savagely. She flicked her calm eyes up to the dumbstruck girl sitting across from her. Cheryl recovered quickly and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes ignited with fire. The two girls squared up to each other. Y/n cracked her knuckles with a slight smirk on her glossy lips.

“I’m here to remind Betty and Veronica that cheerleading tryouts are later this week. But, you look like you could use the exercise, why don’t you try out?” Cheryl batted her eyelashes in a falsely sweet manner.
Y/n laughed darkly, Archie noticed that her eyes clouded over. He felt the knot in his stomach heat up as he felt her anger radiate off of her. Y/n unfolded her arms and leaned over the table, she was inches away from Cheryl’s face. The two girls stared deeply into each other’s eyes with such an intense fire. Archie swallowed nervously along with his friends who all shot worried looks between each other. Y/n lowered her voice to an intimidating growl her eyes never backed down as she stared into Cheryl’s soul. Y/n clenched her jaw tightly.

“Now, Cheryl Blossom, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but let me tell you something. Where I’m from preppy bitches like you don’t last long if you butheads with someone like me. I don’t know if people here let you walk all over them with your snarky comments but I’m very different from them. I’ll beat the shit out of you if you ever step up to me again, are we clear? Now take your bitch ass out of my face before I jump over this table.” Y/n sneered with a deathly serious gleam in her eyes. Cheryl’s lips quivered for a second. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she practically ran away from the lunch table. Y/n exhaled slowly and sat down. She began eating the rest of her lunch quietly.

We gon’ do some things, some things you can’t relate
Cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
You can’t go, I don’t know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (brr, brr, brr)

No one said anything for a few moments. Jughead had an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Y/n that was….” Betty began.

“Awesome!” Archie finished. “No one ever stands up to Cheryl! That was totally badass.” Archie laughed. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and popped a piece of kiwi in her mouth.

“I don’t like being challenged. I’m sorry guys I know that was intense.” She mumbled.

“No worries y/n it was nice for someone to put Cheryl in her place for once.” Jughead said with a smile.

“Yeah she’s a total bitch.” Kevin voiced. Everyone burst into laughter.

“Well we have history next so we better get going if we want seats in the back.” Veronica began as she, Jughead, Kevin, and Betty stood up. “You two have fun.” She shot Archie a wink. He blushed as the four of them walked away.

“Y'know Archie, you’re really handsome.” Y/n revealed casually once it was just Archie and her.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around,

Archie felt his cheeks heat up as he turned to face y/n. He thanked god that he was wearing his lettermans jacket to hide the hundreds of goosebumps that lined his muscular arms.

“Really?” He questioned. Y/n faced him and popped a cherry in her mouth. After a few seconds she pulled out the stem with several knots in it. Archie swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to ignore the impure thoughts flooding his mind. Y/n scribbled down something on a piece of notebook paper.

“Yeah, sorry if I’m coming off strong but you’re really hot. Here’s my number, call me sometime.” Y/n placed the piece of paper in Archie’s palm. She stood up from the table, slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her lunch tray. She looked back at Archie with a raised brow.
“Well, aren’t you coming? History class starts any minute now.” She smiled. Archie grabbed his lunch tray and followed y/n.


One year later


Archie laid his head on y/n’s lap as she ran her fingers through his auburn locks. Kevin, Betty, Veronica, and even Jughead had come over to y/n’s house for dinner and a movie. Y/n ordered a few pizzas and made brownies for dessert. They ate happily then made their way to the large plush sofas in front of y/n’s flatscreen tv. They had all decided on watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Archie and y/n had started dating a month after they met, now they were inseparable. It had been a year now but Archie still got goosebumps everytime he made eye contact with his angel. Y/n was perfect for Archie, she’d been there for him through everything with soothing words. She made Archie feel all tingly on the inside, he had fallen in love with her since the day they met. She had fit right into their group. Archie’s friends had gotten to know y/n inside and out and they loved her feisty attitude. She told them all about her rough times in Chicago, they all listened intently to these stories. Nonetheless they had all fallen in love with her for who she was.

Y/n regularly came to Pops and sat next to Archie, his arm around her shoulders her hand resting on his thigh. They weren’t really into PDA but every now and then y/n would kiss Archie at school or pull him by his jacket into a flirty embrace. Y/n helped Jughead figure out his novel, it was on its way for publishing. Betty and y/n had bonded over milkshakes at Pops and now were close, they even had friendship bracelets. Kevin was absolutely obsessed with her from the moment they met, they stayed over each others house all the time, gossiping and laughing hours into the night. Veronica and y/n went shopping and clubbing together on weekends. Life with y/n was spiced up, things were perfect.

The passion Archie and y/n shared with each other was expressed through the best sex Archie had ever had in his entire life. The first time Jughead, Betty, Veronica, Kevin and Archie had all hung out at y/n’s house was the night they found out who killed Jason Blossom. Y/n had invited them over so they could further conspire the video take. The group spent all night eating pizza and discussing the murder. That night after everyone left Archie stayed at her house. That night ended in Archie losing his virginity to y/n.

Archie shivered as he thought about having sex with y/n. The way she rode him made him feel like nothing else in the world mattered. She gave him mind blowing head anytime he was stressed out which he gladly returned. He’d never felt better than when he was with y/n. She took care of him in a way no one ever had before.

The credits of the movie rolled on the screen. Archie nuzzled his head on y/n’s stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Hey if you all want to stay the night I have guest rooms.” Y/n asked the group.

“I am pretty tired. I don’t think it’d be safe to drive. Thanks y/n.” Kevin said gratefully. He clambered to his feet and stretched his arms over his head.

“I’ll stay too. It’s raining pretty hard out there and I don’t feel like getting drenched.” Jughead added from his spot on the couch.

“Me too!” Betty and Veronica said in unison.

“It’s a sleepover then.” Y/n cheered. Archie sat up. He stretched his tired limbs and stood up to turn off the tv and turn on the lights. Y/n led the four of them upstairs to the guest rooms while Archie cleaned up the living room. He carried the spare blankets upstairs and handed one to each of his friends. He bade goodnight to them all before turning back downstairs to find y/n in the kitchen cleaning up.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna get in the shower. I’ll be in your room if you need me.” Archie announced. Y/n nodded at him before putting the pizza boxes back in the fridge. He walked down the hall to y/n’s vanilla scented bedroom. He stepped into her master bathroom a sigh escaped his lips when he leaned against the door. His erection was starting to make it hard to move. He couldn’t stop thinking about y/n’s body on his. Her head thrown back in pleasure as Archie rubbed her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his fingers slowly in and out of her. He snapped out of his thoughts as he shed his clothes and turned on the shower tap.

He breathed in content as he stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down his naked body as he washed away all of his stress.

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Archie washed his body with the foaming vanilla soap y/n used. He let the familiar scent fill his head, easing his mind as he thought about how lucky he was to have such an amazing girlfriend. He had just ran shampoo through his hair when he felt the cold air of the bathroom shock his back. He turned around to be faced with the magnificent sight of y/n bare naked. She smiled at Archie and reached for the soap. Archie let her wash her body under the shower head while he stepped behind her and massaged his scalp with the mint scented shampoo.

“Archie I’ve been thinking about you lately.” Y/n said as they switched spots. Archie closed his eyes and rinsed his hair.
“Yeah babe?” He hummed.
“I need you.” She pressed as she lowered herself to her knees. Archie felt her delicate hands grab his member. His cock twitched under her touch. He inhaled sharply, his eyes remained closed.
“Y/n…” he whimpered.
She rubbed his thigh with her left hand and stroked his length with her right hand. Archie’s heart rate picked up.
“Baby, you’re so fucking hard.” She groaned. She took his head into her mouth and Archie’s knees buckled.
He let out a throaty moan when she swirled her tongue over the sensitive part of his tip. His mind exploded with euphoria. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.
“Oh fuck y/n don’t stop.” He whimpered. She went further, her warm mouth deep throated Archie’s entire length. He threw his head back in satisfaction as y/n went faster. He matched her thrust and with each time her tongue touched his tip he let out a loud moan. Fireworks bursted in his vision when he opened his eyes to be met with y/n’s eyes closed shut in pleasure. He could feel the knot in his stomach beginning to unwind. He grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail as they both picked up the pace. Y/n fondled his balls gently kneading them between her soft hands causing his head to spin.
“Babe I-I’m gonna c-cum ooh don’t stop….yeah…..right there baby oh fuck!” Archie bit his knuckle to keep from screaming. Y/n hummed around his cock causing him to release his load. Y/n let it fall on her breasts in hot streams of white. Archie leaned his head against the glass door of the shower. He was panting heavily trying not to cry from how good he felt.
Y/n washed herself under the faucet. The steamy air made Archie’s sensitive head twitch. Archie let a few hot tears slip from his face. Y/n had never failed to make him feel beyond satisfied, this time Archie was so overwhelmed with pleasure he couldn’t help but cry a little. Y/n scrubbed her scalp with shampoo and stepped out from under the water. She grabbed her toothbrush and began brushing her teeth when Archie wiped his eyes and conditioned his hair. He wasn’t embarrassed to cry in front of y/n, after all he’d seen every side of her. The couple finished washing up and y/n spit her toothpaste down the shower drain.
“Babe, that was mind blowing.” Archie said as he ran a towel down her body. She dried him in return.
“Archie I need you.” She whispered seductively into his ear. Archie shivered, the familiar goosebumps prodded his skin.

Worry about those condoms, and way too numb, yeah
It’s way too drum, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you’re not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time

Archie felt his heart flip when he looked into her lust filled eyes. He leaned down and captured her lips in a hungry passion filled kiss. Her lips fell in sync with his seconds later. Their tongues fought for dominance, y/n softly bit Archie’s lip. Her hands tangled in his hair tugging slightly on the ends. He moaned into her mouth and she took it as the opportunity to slip her tongue in a French kiss. Archie’s arms wrapped around her waist. He leaned down further deepening the kiss. Moments later they pulled apart for air.
“Archie I love you.” Y/n said as she leaned her forehead against his. Her minty breath and vanilla skin wafted into Archie’s nostrils. He grinned.
“Y/n I’m in love with you.” He responded with a squeeze to her ass.
They finished getting ready for bed together. Afterwards y/n and Archie climbed into y/n’s king sized. Archie rummaged through his lettermans jacket looking for a condom. His fingers became numb when he turned around saw y/n lying on the bed naked with a candle in her hand. Archie became excited at the sight. Him and y/n had talked about kinks earlier in their relationship and he mentioned that he always wanted to explore hot candle wax play. She grinned at him and curled her finger, waving him over.
“Archie babe, let’s try something tonight.” She moved over to her nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask if this was okay.
“Oh babe…we have to be quiet. All of our friends are here.” Archie responded, he opened the condom and slid it over his member. Y/n pouted playfully at him.
“That won’t be a problem for me baby, come on I need you tonight Arch.” She sighed. Archie didn’t hesitate as he climbed on top of the bed.
“Lay down babe.” She instructed. Archie laid on his back, y/n slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Archie threw his head back in pleasure as he felt her wet walls clench around him. A moan escaped his throat as he pressed his head against the plush pillow.
“Oh fuck y/n.” He murmured as she began to ride him. He gripped her hips tightly and matched her speed. He was on the ride of his life as his brain pulsated with ecstasy. He opened his eyes, a bead of sweat dropped down y/n’s forehead as she grinded on his erection. A moan escaped her lips.

I wanna press my line, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I want to take that ride yeah
I’m gonna press my line
I wanna green like, I wanna be like, I wanna press my

Archie decided to press his line and switch the roles. He flipped them over and grabbed the handcuffs off of y/n’s nightstand.
“Oh baby boy tie me up…fuck.” She sexily grunted. Archie took each of her wrists and cuffed them together above her head.
Archie kissed his way down her neck, down her stomach, and stopped at her inner thigh. He locked his eyes up to y/n’s. She was staring down at him with a pleading look in her eyes. Archie lowered his head between her thighs. He licked a stripe up her pussy. She bucked her hips slightly as Archie pushed his tongue into her. His lips sucked her sensitive clit. She threw her head back in euphoria.
“Fuck Archie.”
Her moans encouraged him to add two fingers. They slipped into her wetness with ease, causing her to clench her walls. Archie curled his fingers as he pumped in and out of her. His tongue swirled over her clit. He could taste the vanilla on her skin, she tasted of honey between her thighs. Her head lulled in pleasure as Archie took her to her first high.

Mama, dear, spare your feeling
I’m reliving moments, peeling more residual

Archie’s pupils dilated with lust when they switched roles. When she handcuffed him to the bed Archie was reminded of the first time they had sex. They were both high out of their minds and y/n rode him for hours into the night. He came four times that night.

Y/n straddled his waist slowly dropping hot wax down his stomach. Archie curled his toes at the sensation. Y/n rode him into Nirvana, his eyes fluttered into the back of his brain as she bounced expertly on his member. His fists clenched in the cuffs, his hips synced with hers as he climbed higher up into heaven.

I can justify my love for you and touch the sky for God to stop, debating war

Archie felt his cock twitch inside y/n’s wet walls. She closed her eyes and swayed with him as if dancing to a beat. Archie’s mind went blank all he could do was whisper hoarsely
“I love you y/n! I love you! I love you!” He cried into the sheets.
“Archie I love you.” She moaned. Her warmth spread through Archie’s body like an electric shock.
“Oh fuck……please…don’t s-stop baby girl.” He cried in pure ecstasy.

Put the pussy on a pedestal
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for

Archie’s mind was long gone as he thrusted deeper into y/n she gasped in surprise as Archie’s cock hit her g-spot. He picked up his speed, thrusting in and out of her walls. Her pussy sent Archie to heaven, he felt his eyes squeeze shut when y/n muttered those three words.
“Arch…I-I’m close.” Her sweat gleamed in the light, her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stay quiet. Archie pounded into her causing her heart rate to drum in her ears. She stared down at Archie with lust filled orbs. He looked up at her with the same intensity.

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

“Let go baby girl. Cum for me.” Archie’s words sent her over the edge. She came around his member, her walls clenched around his cock causing him to lose it.
“Fuck!” He grunted as he spilled into the condom.
She rode them both out of their highs. She uncuffed him after they had climbed down.
Archie pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash can across the room. Y/n pulled on a lace red bra and matching panties. Archie rummaged through the drawer in y/n’s dresser where he kept his spare clothes. He pulled on a pair of boxers and one of his t shirts. He tossed an extra shirt to y/n because he knew how much she loved to wear his clothes.
She slipped it over her head, the couple crawled into bed together.

Archie pulled y/n into a meaningful kiss that set off a whole new round of fireworks in their brains. His arms wrapped around her waist her fingers tangled in his hair. Archie’s tongue explored her mouth while she chewed on his bottom lip. They pulled apart for air both panting. Fatigue washed over themselves as they cuddled up to each other. Y/n pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran her fingers through his auburn locks until his eyelids fluttered shut. She switched off the lamp and sighed in content. Archie was fast asleep when she rubbed her hand up and down his arm, feeling his goosebumps. She smiled to herself and pulled the blanket over their bodies.

I get those goosebumps every time

I wrote a thing:

The apartment is far too quiet when Justin finally gets home.

Adam always makes it home first, when they work on the same day, and he’s usually in the kitchen making dinner, or singing along to something in the living room, or perched precariously on the table in the front hall, waiting to tell Justin all about his day.

All of the lights are still off, and Justin heads blindly in the direction of the living room, brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and worry.

He lets out a breath of relief when he sees Adam’s head poking over the back of the couch.

Justin flips on the floor lamp just past the doorway and walks around the couch.

Adam doesn’t move. He’s pulled his feet up onto the couch, and is hunched over his emergency pint of ice cream, glaring at the opposite wall silently. He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but he’s still wearing his dress pants and button up shirt.

His suit jacket is on the floor in front of Justin, and Justin picks it up, placing it over the back of the couch before settling himself down on the middle cushion, close enough that he’ll be able to touch Adam if Adam wants, but far enough to maintain a bit of space in case he doesn’t.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

Adam doesn’t say anything, instead shoving a spoonful of vanilla and cookie dough into his mouth.

“Rough day?” Justin continues.

Adam shrugs, keeping his gaze firmly on the opposite wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Justin offers.

“No,” Adam says, as though  that question had been particularly stupid.

“Okay,” Justin says, shrugging and ducking his head to hide his fond smile.

Grouchy-Adam is kind of adorable, but Grouchy-Adam definitely does not appreciate having that pointed out.

“Can I sit with you?” Justin asks.

Sometimes Adam finds cuddling helpful; other times he needs to be alone, and will come find Justin whenever he’s ready.

This time, Adam shrugs again, and lifts a corner of his blanket.

Justin stops trying to hide his smile as he shifts to settle himself under Adam’s arm, pressed up against his side.

Adam wraps his arm tightly around Justin’s shoulders, bringing the blanket with him. It’s too small to adequately cover them both, but Justin figures it’s more for comfort than warmth at this point.

“Want to watch something?” Justin asks.

Adam shrugs again, jostling Justin’s head where it’s resting against his shoulder, and Justin wiggles out from under his arm to go grab Adam’s laptop from the bedroom. He impulsively grabs a pair of sweatpants and an old, worn t-shirt as well, then heads back out.

“Do you want to get changed?” Justin asks, “I’ll order something for dinner.”

Adam nods, face still pulled downward into a frown, but he’s glaring slightly less so Justin will count it as a win.

He passes over the change of clothes, and gets the laptop set up, sending off an order for pizza, then pulling up a random episode of 30 Rock.

Adam settles down next to him just as he’s pressing play, and leans his head on Justin’s shoulder, picking his ice cream back up.

“You’re not going to have any room for pizza,” Justin test-chirps him, half-holding his breath while he waits for a response.

Adam snorts something that could be considered a precursor to a laugh and Justin relaxes.

“I’m a giant,” Adam grumbles, “I can eat as much as I want.”

“You’re only two inches bigger than me,” Justin points out.

“And those two inches are entirely ice cream.” Adam shoots back.

“As a medical professional, I’m going to have to disagree,” Justin says.

“Well as an ice cream professional, I think I’m the authority here,” Adam says, eating another spoonful for good measure.

Justin is about to respond, but suddenly there’s a spoon shoved in his face and he has no choice but to join Adam in ruining their dinner.

Being grown ups sucks, like, most of the time, but being able to eat ice cream for dinner definitely helps.

“Does this mean I’m going to grow two inches?” Justin asks, stealing another bite that Adam definitely intended for himself.

“In your dreams,” Adam huffs.

They settle into comfortable silence, only broken by the arrival of the pizza, which they still manage to eat most of.

By the time they head to bed, overly full, and still wrapped around each other in their blanket, Adam seems nearly back to normal.

“Hey,” Adam says, as they crawl into bed, getting their limbs tangled in the most comfortable way possible, “Thanks.”

“Any time,” Justin tells him.

Adam falls asleep with a tiny, almost invisible smile.


Important notes about the thing:
1) I feel like we, as a fandom do not do enough with the fact that Holster is canonically the most giant grump on the face of the Earth. (Except for maybe Jack, but that argument was never resolved to my satisfaction)
2) No, this has no plot. I didn’t even try, tbh.
3) This could kind of take place in the nebulous future where they live together and somehow got together and Ransom still refers to himself as a medical professional (whether or not he is one)
3) I had more things to say before I got home. I may remember them later and add them in.

BTS REACTS TO: s/o being flirted with but not knowing

Obli Anon Asked: So my friends have told me that I’m oblivious to most things especially like when someone is flirting. If you could please do a reaction when their s/o is being flirted with and they don’t notice. (Sorry for English) of it’s too much trouble you don’t have to 

This is me asf. It honestly flies right over my head. Sometimes, I even start flirting back and I won’t even know that I’m flirting. - Admin Dayna


Once upon a time, when you and Jin had been in the earlier stages of dating, it used to deeply annoy him how naïve you were in terms of flirting. It took forever for you to pick up that he was interested in you. But when it came down to actually dating you, it annoyed him how naïve you were to others flirting with you in front of him. He used to get the urge to grab your shoulders and rattle you up a bit. Now that the two of you were a couple months into officially dating, Jin got used to it and eventually found it a little funny. Especially when someone else would flirt with you. You’d stand there pretty much clueless to the person’s advances, and Jin would watch as the person’s pride withered and their hope of getting anywhere with you disappeared. It was a good little show. A popcorn-worthy spectacle. 

Originally posted by softfluffytae

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Cuddles | Yoongi

Originally posted by kpoop

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Warnings: None. Pure fluff ft Taehyung

Words: 1k

Summary: Taehyung interrupts cuddle time.

You loved cuddling with Yoongi. It didn’t matter when or where; if there was an opportunity for the two of you to cuddle together, you took it. Often you would talk, sometimes about deep and meaningful things and sometimes about complete nonsense.

Although other times you would simply lie in a comfortable silence, enjoying each others company. Those were the times that you both tended to fall asleep.

Whenever you were locked in his embrace you felt safe and cozy. So more often than not the two of you would doze off, sometimes only for a few minutes, sometimes for hours.

This was one of those times, the two of you were cuddled up together on the couch, both of you had fallen asleep.


You opened your eyes to realise it was now dark, which meant that the two of you had fallen asleep for a least a couple of hours. You had awoken first. As you came to your senses, you lifted your head from his chest.

You appreciated how beautiful he looked as he slept. He looked beautiful all the time but there was something about his innocent little face as he slept that never failed to put a smile on your face. 

You wished you looked as cute as he did when you slept, although you knew that was unlikely. He had never commented on it and usually you were the first to wake up from your naps. If he did have any comment on your sleeping form he kept it to himself.

You on the other hand never failed to tell him how cute he looked. He was used to it by now, and in all honesty he enjoyed it, providing that the two of you were alone.

You gently rested your arm on his chest, using it to lean your head on as you gazed upon him. You were aware that you may seem a little creepy as you watch the sleeping man beneath you, but the two of you were comfortable enough with each other where it wasn’t weird anymore.

His eyes begin to flutter as he wakes up. He seemed dazed for a moment, blinking a few time before his gaze focused on you.

You smiled.

“You’re really creepy” he smiles before letting out a small yawn.

“And you’re really adorable” you smile back, reaching a hand up to pinch his cheek gently. 

He pouts.

You mimic his pout with raised eyebrows. “You look even cuter now”

He gives you a gentle shove, smiling down at you.

“You two are so cute” you hear Taehyung giggle as he comes through the door to the living room.

You often forgot that Yoongi didn’t live alone and while you liked all of his members, they interrupted certain activities far too often for your liking.

You could feel the chill coming from Yoongi’s ice cold glare as his head snapped to look at him. You couldn’t help but smile at him. The way he went from soft and adorable to stern in the blink of an eye never failed to amaze you.

Granted, his pissed off demeanor didn’t seem serious at the moment. He knew what the others thought about how soft he was around you, but that didn’t stop him giving them the warning look every time they mentioned it to him. He liked you calling him cute, he didn’t like it when other people did it.

You liked messing with Yoongi. To be honest you liked messing with all the guys, but you always found a little bit more joy in Yoongi’s reaction compared to the others. That’s why you decided to play along with Taehyung.

You pout at Yoongi innocently. “He’s right, you’re so adorable” you smile at him.

Yoongi huffs, raising his eyebrows at you. Silently asking you if you were really going to do this.

Your smile widens.

“She’s right hyung, you are so cute, your cute cheeks, the little gummy smile and your eyes are just dreamy” Taehyung adds adding a fake swoon, his usual deep voice had become higher as he squints his eyes and smiles cutely.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, not expecting that response. From the flash of confusion over Yoongi’s face, you could tell he hadn’t expected it either. His hard expression returned almost as quickly as it vanished.

“Tae, I’m the one dating him not you” you whine, clutching onto Yoongi and glaring at Tae but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. 

Yoongi continued to glare at the both of you in disbelief and slight irritation.

“Are you sure we can’t share him” Taehyung giggles as he walks over to the couch and strokes his hand over Yoongi’s forehead, gently pushing his hair out of the way.

“That’s it I’m done” Yoongi pushes you off him so that you fall gently onto the couch, pushing past Taehyung and walking towards the door, throwing his hands up in defeat.

The two of you were smiling at each other uncontrollably.

Even Yoongi had a small smile on his face, shaking his head in disbelief, murmuring something about being surrounded by idiots as he walks away.

“Will you just come back and let us love you?” Taehyung shouted dramatically after him before bursting into a fit of giggles.

You slap him playfully on the arm as he sits down on the couch next to you.

“Well now that Yoongi’s gone, I guess you’ll have to cuddle with me” he smiles sweetly.

“Don’t even think about it” you hear your boyfriend’s voice from the kitchen. Although his tone was jokey you knew he was serious.

Yoongi wasn’t very overprotective of you around his friends, he didn’t care if you leant against them when you watched movies or hugged them, but cuddles were for him and him alone and. He liked it that way, it made him feel special whenever he was wrapped in your loving embrace. You liked it that way too knowing that Yoongi gave the best cuddles.

Phitchit: When Yuuri takes off his glasses…he’s like a whole new person

JJ: It’s like he’s staring into your soul

Chris: His whole expression changes. When he looks at you he’s practically glaring

Yuuri: -squinting because he can’t see shit-

The gun was the standard model for the Russian Police and some Kazakh private security services as Otabek had learned, so with his made up migration background that they had come up with for his new papers it would make sense that he’d use this model. Also it was a reliable and solid gun, relatively easy to handle and pricey. The thought that he was now in possession of a gun made Otabek’s stomach turn once more.


So here’s colored MiM-Beka/Erasyl with nothing but a cheap excuse for a background and no shine on his hair because it didn’t feel right somehow. The boy is so sad and gloomy all the time, it would have been strange to make his hair shine like I usually do. 

Does that even make sense? X’D

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 [ reader x taeyong ] !college au 

part i , part ii

▿ nct’s: taeyong

word count; 1.479

 contains some mature language

Originally posted by t-yong

“ Red.

All he saw was red.

The girl he’s been watching for weeks upon end

The way her auburn brown hair cascaded around her small face. The way she scrunched her pointed nose as she tried to come up with something at the top of her head. The way she so delicately tucked strands of hair behind her pierced ears. The simplest, yet purest color of pink that tinted her plump lips. The color red fitted her so perfectly. It danced ravishingly across her delicate, soft looking skin. 

Taeyong watched the girl as she continuously pulled the red cotton long sleeved sweater towards her palms, swaying her head to a tune that was only heard to her own ears through headphones. Calmly scribbling across a notebook as she continued to peer through her round spectacles, looking forward at her laptop screen.


All you saw was pink.

The boy you’ve been watching ever since classes started.

No matter how many times you’ve scolded yourself to stop gazing at him like he was golden treasure, you simply couldn’t. Something about him was so fascinating, so mesmerizing, so unbearably attractive. His name was Lee Taeyong, a name that’s able to tug at your heart strings. A name that was easily remembered and recognized due to his outstanding and exquisite facial features. You were almost fully convinced that every girl on campus was in love with Lee Taeyong, and you were undoubtedly, one of them.

It was crazy how Taeyong was literally a walking angel, in your over exaggerated mind. You constantly thought about how he was crafted delicately and carefully by the gods himself because hell, it’s the truth right?

“Y/n, literally every single girl on this campus is in love with Taeyong. I mean hey,” Your best friend Hani says, holding up her hands in a defensive respond whilst shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong he’s good looking or whatever but you never know what he’s like..” Hani added. She then picked up her coke can and sipped the carbonated drink through the clear straw.

It was lunch break at this time. On typical days, Hani and you would go to the cafeteria to buy whatever the campus was serving that day. You both sat outside in the courtyard that had a couple dozen tables spaced out from one another. They were painted a maroon color, but was soon fading due to too much sun exposure. 

“Yeah I know Han,” You huffed and plopping a ketchup covered french fry inside of your mouth. You hated sitting outside but you only did it to see Taeyong. Although all you could see was his broad back and his muscles flexing through his almost see through white shirt, it was worth it. You stared at his dusty pink hair whipping furiously with the wind, his biceps flexing as he stabs into his chicken, cutting it. Watching him converse with his friends, Johnny, Yuta and Taeil. With a long, death silent moment, Hani couldn’t help but sigh obnoxiously loud.

“What?” You question, diverting your eyes to Hani’s face who was clearly bored and irritated. 

“Why don’t you go talk to him? Stop being a creep.” She jokingly said. 

You bit your bottom lip lightly at the thought.

May I should talk to him? I mean what’s the hurt in that?

You thought. 

But anxiety soon started to set it and your brain was now consumed with a million questions.

What if he thinks I’m just like every single girl on this campus who only wants to talk to him just because he’s good looking? What if he thinks I’m just some desperate girl?

Shaking your head at Hani’s question. “Nope. Absolutely not.” You respond, picking up your chicken sandwich and taking a huge bite from it so you wouldn’t have to explain your thought process to your closest friend who was about to be on the edge of her seat.

“Are you serious, Y/n? There’s no reason to be intimidated by his looks, treat him like any other person.” She says, running her hand through her short bob.

Hani soon changed the subject and starting blabbering on about how unfair her maths professor was, you look back over to where Taeyong was sitting, realizing that he is has now stood up collecting his things with Johnny, Yuta and Taeil. With your mouth still full of your chicken sandwich, you watched him with every step and move he made. Taeil, who was friends with Hani, surprisingly, made his way towards where you two were sitting.

“Hey Hani. Hi Hani’s friend. When did you start sitting outside?” Taeil questions, glancing at you with a small smile. 

“Oh.. you know.. just felt like I needed some sunlight..” Hani responds, lying straight through her teeth. Hani hated being outside as much as you did, but she only sat outside because all you wanted to do was drool over Taeyong. Taeil nodded his head slightly, and shifted uncomfortably.

“Well I was wondering if you and your friend here wanted to go the art show tonight for Taeyong since one of his paintings got sponsored.” He says, gleaming and motioning his hands to Johnny, Yuta and Taeyong who were still near their table talking.

Not only was Taeyong a completely and utterly beautiful human being, he was also a very talented artist. You would constantly see his work posted around in the art classroom that even the art teacher is intimidated by his skill. 

You flick your eyes over to Hani who is looking right at you, a small smirk forming on her lips. 


You thought. You knew exactly what she was about to do, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Sure! Sounds like a fantastic idea! Why don’t you tell your friends we’re coming along?” Hani says, putting on her best show of acting enthusiastic. Taeil smiled widely and nodded his head, calling Johnny, Yuta and Taeyong over.

Fuck. Shit. God damn it. Why does Hani have to do this to you? You’ve never been in a 3 feet premise of Taeyong. You’ve never even seen him up close! You quickly chew your food and take a sip of your water. You started fiddling with your fingers underneath the table due to the overwhelming amount of nerves that ran through your entire body. You look up, directly at Taeyong who seemed to be in a full conversation with Yuta whilst walking over to your table. Hani began to snicker silently, watching you unwind into a nervous wreck. You snap your head towards Hani who was covering her mouth from laughing, sending her an ice cold glare. 

You hesitantly look back at Taeyong, who was now looking straight at you. Eyes locking. If this didn’t want to make you die any faster then you didn’t know what else would. His smooth, dark brown, puppy eyes made your heart melt onto the floor. The way it complimented his pale, pink under toned skin as it glistened in the sunlight. He ran his long, skinny fingers through his pastel pink hair, staring down at you. You look down at your fingers sheepishly, brushing your hair behind your ear, exposing your pierced ears.

“Tae, Hani and her friend are joining Johnny, Yuta and I for your art show that you were sponsored in.” Taeil spoke, diverting his attention to Taeyong. He nodded slightly and gave a small smile. “We’ll be there, for sure.” Hani added, smiling. 

You couldn’t fathom the emotions you felt towards Hani for this. Your heart pounded in your throat and the butterflies in your stomach were now suffocating your lungs. You look up at Hani quickly who quirked her eyebrow at you, then looking at Johnny and Yuta. “Sounds good.” Johnny says, smiling a dazzlingly smile.

Flickering your eyes towards Johnny who had an awfully comforting face, made your nerves somewhat better. You glance slightly at Taeyong who was still staring at you, his pink bottom lip in between his shiny white teeth. Slowly releasing it from his teeth, he smiles lightly at you. “Well I expect to see you guys there.” His deep, raspy voice rumbles and then walks off with Yuta, Johnny and Taeil.

Your heart was going a million miles an hour. 

Holy shit. Holy shit.

The two words that were only going through your mind. You felt your cheeks redden and your whole body began to feel hot. You cannot even believe that Taeyong made eye contact with you and spoke towards you. After all of those weeks you practically drooled over him, dreamt of him. It was so surreal.

Looking over your shoulder you see Taeyong, opening the door and glancing your way once again, sending you a slight smile.

“Well I expect to see you guys there.”  Was all that echoed through your mind.

God damn you, Lee Taeyong.

yaaas taeyong!! i swear you guys, i’ve been getting some feels for taeyong ever since cherry bomb was released.. like please stop with this emotional abuse. but anyways!! this is going to be a short series so please enjoy it and let me know how you think of it and if you want more!! :’)


Player: William Nylander – Toronto Maple Leafs


Mentions: Mitch Marner, Morgan Rielly, Matt Martin, Kasperi Kapanen.

Warnings: Actual Fighting & Swear Words (So like a hockey game 😏)

Preview: Most of the time, it wasn’t even a second thought that you were a girl. Your teammates had taken you as family from the start and besides a few chirps here and there, the opponents didn’t seem to mind. You were a pretty calm and collected player so when the chirps did come it didn’t bother you. Plus, your teammates never let stupid shit slide.  

Characters: 919 words.

The masterlist is here.

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

Willy was coming to a game of yours for the first time in a while. With him playing and both of your hectic schedules, it was hard for him to attend. You always understood, plus you didn’t expect to be playing for your college’s hockey team anyway.

Your school only had a boys’ team sadly so you just stuck to the beer league. After the coach got word of who your brothers were, very highly thought of graduates, and he watched you play a game, he insisted you join the team. After jumping through what seemed a million more hoops than it was worth and some opposition, you had made the team.

Most of the time, it wasn’t even a second thought that you were a girl. Your teammates had taken you as family from the start and besides a few chirps here and there, the opponents didn’t seem to mind. You were a pretty calm and collected player so when the chirps did come it didn’t bother you. Plus, your teammates never let stupid shit slide.  

Today was different, you could feel the glares from the other bench as you skated out. You tried to shake it, searching for Willy in the stands. You chuckled to yourself when you saw him. He was accompanied by Mitch, Morgan, Matt, and Kappy. They were all wearing T-shirts sporting the logo of your school. Your teammate offered you a playful shove and laugh when they all turned around to show your last name and number. Looking at the crooked numbers and letters you shook your head thinking of the boys using an iron.

You refocused on running drills and shooting at the net. The shivers you felt up your spine were not from the ice but the glares shot at your back as you practiced. You tried to ignore it and continued skating.

You were succeeding pretty well until you were face to face with one of the players at the faceoff. The ref seemed to be taking his sweet time, giving him the opportunity to offer you some chirps.

“Think you are tough shit huh princess.”

You ignored him, focusing on where the puck would be dropped and praying it would fall soon. 

“What think you’re better than me? With your big hockey star boyfriend? Yeah I know who you are princess.”

Luckily the ref dropped the puck and he was more interested in chirping you then paying attention. You won the faceoff and the game continued. 

The game continued, your newly made friend and one of his buddies kept sending chirps your way and even pulled a few dirty hits. You kept your cool all the while. You knew your teammates and your cheering section were becoming more and more irritated.

You had somehow survived and had made it to the third period. There were only a few minutes left, and the score was tied. You were passed the puck and went for the breakaway. You sailed past a defenseman and watched as the puck slide between the goalie’s legs. You began to celebrate when you were interrupted, being slammed into the ice. The same player from before hit you hard and stood over you chuckling. You stood up finding your balance with a scoff. 

“Don’t play if you can’t handle it, sweetheart.”

That’s when all hell broke loose. He swung at you, hitting your facemask. You knew it wasn’t the best idea but you threw gloves, you weren’t going to just take it.

Before you could even process what happened, both benches were cleared and you were being pulled from the fight by one of your teammates.

But as much as they wanted to, your teammates didn’t have to take on the culprit. He was laying on the ice clutching his face.

You pulled from the grip on your shoulder. You had lost your helmet in the scuffle, your hair pulled from its tight pony. You spit a bit, the blood running down your cheek spilling into your mouth.

 You didn’t dare look towards the stands, unsure with how the boys were reacting. You skated off until you reached the bench, ducking and following the team doctor to the locker room.

After changing and receiving some stitches above your already bruised eye, you were placing ice to your swollen face when you heard footsteps approaching. You expected it to be someone checking on you but when you removed the ice you were met with your concerned looking boyfriend.

“Fancy meeting you here” you tried with a smile.

“Are you okay?” he asked examining your face. He cringed

“Is it that bad? At least I didn’t lose any teeth.”

He chuckled.

“I’m sorry I worried you babe. I’m sure me getting into a fight wasn’t attractive.” You said placing the ice back onto your face.

“Morgan and Matt almost jumped over the glass when it happened, but they are quite proud and actually, You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Matt wants you to teach him that sucker-punch you got on you.” Willy quipped.

This caused you to laugh.

“Now come on my little goon, the boys say they want to celebrate your first fight and game-winning goal” he smiled placing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

You giggled hopping off the table.

“Who knew I would be dating such a badass”