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anonymous asked:

"Okay next question for all of you...if you had the chance would you do it with Chat Noir?"

“Okay next question for all of you… if you had the chance would you do it with Chat Noir?” Alya’s eyes scanned the circle as she tried to suppress her giggles. Adrien nearly choked on the popcorn he was eating, as he began to think that sneaking away to a boy girl sleepover at Marinette’s might not have been his best idea…

“Yup!” Nino said without hesitation. A strangled sound escaped Adrien’s throat. I so did not need to know that dude! Adrien thought to himself.

“No way! Way too much leather.” Rose stuck out her tongue in disgust. The leather is actually quite comfortable and formfitting thank you very much!

“Well if I had to pick a dude I guess I would do it with Chat Noir,” Kim said uncertainly.

“Excuse you!” Max squeaked indignantly.

“What about you Marinette? Would you do it with Chat Noir?” Alya said pointedly. Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Please, he’s not my type,” Marinette snickered.

“Not your type!?!” Adrien practically shrieked causing Marinette to nearly jump out of her skin.

“N-n-no not r-r-really,” Marinette stammered.

“What is blonde not your type?! Is heroism not your type? Nice smiles aren’t your type?!?” Adrien continued to screech.

“Sounds like someone has a crush on Chat Noir,” Alya teased

“WHY AREN’T I YOUR TYPE?!” Adrien shouted.

“WHAT?!!?” The group shouted in unison all heads swiveling to face the blonde boy. Marinette stared back at him in stunned silence. Shit!


I’m not accepting any more sentence prompts just finishing up the ones I have.

BTS Reaction: You get hit in front of them

A/N: This was requested a while back and finally finished it. I feel like it gets progressively worse as you go down, this isn’t my best writing, please excuse any mistakes. Our BTS requests are closed, but our Monsta X requests are still open! Thank you and enjoy! ~Emily

Masterlist Request

Can you please do a bts reaction about how they would react to you getting physically attacked either by a fan or someone? Love your blog btw!!


Jin:

Jin was not there when it happened. You had been running errands when you felt a tug at your arm. You turned around to find a teenage girl standing scanning your entire body. She began to say how big of a fan she was of BTS. You thought she was a sweet girl, up until she began to insult you and told you never get near Jin ever again. You got home to a missed call from Jin. You decided to message him, but he had already beat you to it. You don’t know how he found it what had happened, but he did. He was upset he couldn’t be there to help you and protect you.


Yoongi:

You had been out with Yoongi and Jungkook shopping. They walked into a store, but you decided to stay behind and rest for a while. You had been sitting when you began to hear camera clicks all around you. You turned your head to find a group of paparazzi taking pictures, you smiled and got up from your seat to find the boys. The moment they came out of the store the paparazzi ran. You had been a couple feet away from Yoongi when you felt a hand on you chest pushing you back and making you land on the cement. Yoongi was infuriated, his first instinct was to attack, but Jungkook held him back reminding him he was out in public, and eventually calmed himself down and checked on you.


Namjoon:

You had been out with Namjoon on a date. You had left the restaurant to get some fresh air, while Namjoon went to the bathroom. You were standing against the wall scrolling through your phone when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You noticed he was significantly younger than you. He began to ask you to leave with him to have “a good time” and eventually began pulling at you. Namjoon came out and eventually teaches you and the boy. “I’d love to hear the reason as to why a small boy is harassing my girlfriend.” said Namjoon as he got closer to the boy.


Hoseok:

You and the boys had gone out clubbing that night. The night was going on without a hitch. As the night went on you noticed one guy moving along the crowd to any girl at his reach. At one pint you had become his victim. He approached you, the scent of the alcohol he had been drinking was oozing off of him. He began to try and touch you. Every time you rejected him he got angrier, he’d had enough and yanked you towards him. Hoseok ran to you and pushed him off of you. The guy began trying to hit Hoseok, but he continued to dodge his attempts. The guy had aimed his swing to far and ended hitting you. You ended up on the floor cupping your cheek. Hoseok moved his eyes from you to the guy. “If you think I’m going to let you get way with punching my girlfriend, guess again.”


Jimin:

You had been on a midnight drugstore run with Jimin, buying basic necessities. You had been walking down the cereal aisle with him when you heard someone whisper Jimin’s name behind you. The both of you turned around to find a mid size girl with wide eyes. Jimin greeted her and you waited a couple feet back, scanning the the varieties cereal in front of you. It had been a couple minutes since Jimin had been talking to the fan so you decided to move to the next aisle, as you turned around you felt yourself collide into another body. “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” You looked up to find a man towering over you with a red face. “How about you watch where you’re going.” You turned your head to see Jimin behind you. You could tell he was holding himself back from lunging towards the man.


Taehyung:

It was not on purpose. You had been messing around with the boys. They had wanted to arm wrestle you. The results were as expected when it came to arm wrestling Namjoon, you won. The boys had gone crazy at your win that one of their hands made contact with your nose, making it bleed. Tae immediately jumped out his seat to help you up. “Tae, I swear it was an accident.” said Hoseok as he watched Tae’s face.


Jungkook:

You had been out and about during the day, looking for needed materials for your new apartment. You were walking looking through store windows when a fan came up to you. She politely asked you for a photo. You took the picture and she left. A couple minutes later you heard various whispers behind you, you turned around and saw about 40 girls with their phones out taking pictures of you. You waved and continued walking, you had thought the girls would leave, but they didn’t. They continued to follow you. You somehow ended up surrounded by all the girls. They began shoving their phones towards you trying to take pictures. The pushing became so harsh that somebody’s hand and phone made contact with your face. The girls continued pushing until they heard Jungkook’s voice in the distance. “I know you guys love her, but please be careful next time.”

The January 1993 issue of Animage magazine had a photo spread of the voice actors for the Sailor Team, and they were really channeling their characters. I wanted to draw the girls in their place as soon as I saw it and finally got around to it! Please zoom in to see details if you can~

Original scan from Anim’Archive. Thank you so much!

Between otherworldly Creatures II pt.1

taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

genre: contents of smut, fuckboy!taehyung, fratboy!jimin, dirty ‘truth or dare’

word count: 9.2k


Originally posted by ktedits

Two stunning guys toyed with your head as you planned to get your friend hooked up with her crush at a party, but the game ‘truth or dare’ heated things up between the two boys and yourself. It shouldn’t take too long ere you had to decide between an angel and a demon.

Your legs were worn out, sweat pooling on your forehead while you followed your new friend to the showers of the gym. Her name was Tara and you met her two month ago as you stepped into the class of your first seminar in your college. You were on the same page with the skinny girl the moment you first spoke to her and from then on you even changed apartments to move in with the red head. She was kind of your anchor as you were new to your city, no friends, – especially your male bestie Jungkook – no family, just you and a big suitcase with the most important stuff from home. It was an exhausting but exciting time in your life and thanks to Tara it was more exciting than exhausting.

“The workout was lit, y/n”, Tara said while starting the sprinkler of the shower. “I think I lost five pounds the last weeks thanks to you. And Tae can bet his nice little ass that I will catch him next week at his party!”

You laughed, tired bones following her motions as you also let the hot water flow down your figure. “You have a nice body and if he doesn’t fall for you right away then he is blind and dumb”, you told her, wiggling your eyebrows at her. Four weeks ago you dragged her to the gym to lose some pounds. You felt at peace in your body now, but Tara brought you at the verge every time as she knew that this weekend her crush, Taehyung, throw a fratparty with some colleagues. She was all over him and he didn’t even know how she felt. Tara knew him through her brother, Jimin, but the picture of her being Jimin’s innocent little sister never left his mind, so she told you. But this weekend should change their relationship. In the last two month you obtained a close friendship, never leaving each other for more than a few hours, even though she didn’t want to show you pictures of her crush. She got really shy if you asked her about him, but this party would satisfy your curiosity.

“Be my wingman, y/n. No pussy is allowed to reach him this night”, she said pointing her painted nail in your direction. “And what’s most important bring lubricant and condoms!”

Confusion traced your features while you shampooed your hair. “For what do you need lubrication?”

“Y/n. I had many guys and if I want to bond Tae I have to offer him more than boring, monotonous sex, if you know what I mean.”

You shook your head, a small giggle falling from your wet lips. Tara was some levels above you, a kinky girl no guy could withstand. Why haven’t you guessed that she had some intense plans for that night? It was typical as you had seen many things over the last eight weeks of your cohabitation. From threesomes, over anal in the living room to deafening moans out of her bedroom, you have seen it all, mostly unintentional and awkward. But you got advice on many subjects from her and living with Tara never got boring.

“Got it. Let’s make this night yours Tara”, grinning you splashed some water in her direction to which she laughed, taking her revenge.


“I’m sorry to say this y/n, but if you want someone to notice you, you should change this grandma panties. Now”, Tara reprimanded you as she tried to peal you out of your underwear. “Why do you even have something like this?”

You two girls laughed as you stood half naked in front of your friend. She judged your outfit and both, your cute blouse and the underwear were rejected as Tara lay her eyes on them. You on the other side found your outfit fit for the occasion before the red haired girl left your bedroom. Seconds later she came back, a shiny silver crop top and tight black skirt in her manicured hands.

“Show me your wardrobe. Do you own at least some nice dessous?”, she asked, handing you her clothes. “My friends are no party pooper with no sense of fashion, y/n.”

Tara was exaggerating as it was Taehyung’s party and she wanted it to be perfect, for herself and for you. The last days you told her how long it had been since someone fucked you and after that it was the second thing she wanted to make sure happened this night. Yes, you wanted to get laid, too, but on your own pace, with your own style and so on.

“Try this and get dressed while I do my make-up”, Tara reached for some white, lacy underwear that looked so fucking innocent. “No guy can refuse a girl who looks chaste but is actually dirty.”

With doubts you took the undergarment, changing in it as Tara left your room. Her clothes fit you well, the crop top playing around your upper curves while your stomach was showing. The skirt was short, there was no other words to describe it rather than black, short, revealing, tight. Every important part was covered with fabric, but you felt kind of naked as it was not the style you went with usually. Your hair and make-up you did for yourself, not wanting to look like the baddest bitch if Tara did it for you. The thought alone made your skin tingle, because the last time she ran riot on your skin she used so much make-up that you pealed it off after the night.

“I definitely approve, y/n. You look hot!”, Tara came into your room half an hour later, seeing how far you were to going out. “I bet my brother will like you. A lot.”

You rolled your eyes at her statement. It was not the first time Tara mentioned that her brother was the perfect match for you as he was no playboy and had a compassionate, caring heart. Unfortunately you never saw a picture of him nor had you ever met him personally as to why you never toyed with the idea of fucking him. Even though Tara said that nobody was better than her brother – she was family – you knew which guys she liked and if playboy number one got her attentiveness then her brother’s character had to be close to his. And on top they were best friends and that made your decision glass clear. No Jimin, never Taehyung.

“You look pretty..nasty, to be honest”, you declared, looking at her chosen outfit. Well, she had taste – at least sometimes – but today her attire contained a tight, red, low-cut, shoulder free dress which was so short that you could make out the dark fabric of her thong. It was more than you gave her credit for, but if she wanted to succeed with the plan she imposed, it was for the best to go as slutty as possible.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. To be honest, y/n, I think Tae won’t be able to maintain a proper relationship, so my plan is to just get some good fucks out of it”, she sighed, painting her lips in dark red, completing her outfit.


The way was far shorter than you imagined as the cab held in front of a huge house, loud music roaring through the open windows and several dozen people storming the entrance. You were more than content that it was your destination, the fratparty thrown by Taehyung and his friends. You got off of the cab, pulling your skirt down with pain and misery. Oh, the night would be long, you felt it in your bones. Tara took your hand as you walked reluctantly behind her, glancing at the many people inside the house.

“Step number one is to find some alcohol to drown”, she said, leading you through different kinds of masses. “Step two is to find out where Tae is, and Jimin of course.” She winked at you, but you just scoffed at her words.

Tara left you for a moment in the centre of the house while she looked where to find the burning liquid. Therefore you had some time to scan the room of familiar faces, but the guys and girls which were present were all strangers. Most boys already drunk, checking out the dancing girls whom rhythmically moved to the loud music while flirting with some dudes whom had the courage to talk to them. To your disappointment was the clientele of guys not what Tara had promised you. Drunken guys, sweating and staggering could be seen at every frathouse, but Tara assured you that thanks to the host nearly all guys were absolute hot and willing. Everything you witnessed was the complete opposite, greasy and easy to catch. And here you stood, dressed up, too sober and not amused, but as long as Tara got what she wanted, you didn’t want to block her path.

“Ah, y/n! I’m back”, Tara walked in your direction, catching every male’s glance in the room as she tiptoed in her high heels, moving along to the beat. “It took so long because some guys were persistent in flirting with me. Annoying folk.”

Thanking you took the red cup from her hand, taking a large gulp immediately as to why the alcohol burned your throat. Coughing you turned to Tara who avoided your view innocently.

“Holy shit, Tara. What did you give me?”

“Just a little vodka with some coke”, she grinned, scanning the room from the corner you stood in.

“I don’t wanna get wasted tonight. At least not at the beginning”, you scoffed at her before you drowned the drink fully. It was exactly what you needed and after this you had plenty of time until you were thirsty again. The liquid courage was more than helpful to relax your stiffened limbs.

“It’s time for the next step, y/n”, she announced, throwing her empty cup into the bin bag next to her. “Look out for a tall guy, hair mostly fallen on his forehead and certainly talking to some shorter guy”, she advised you before she turned on her heel. “I will be looking for them upstairs, you have to search in the living room, okay? And message me if you found someone who might match to my description!”

You definitely would send her a message, but her description was so meek that you did not know who you were even looking for. Sorry for Tara you just danced your way through the living room before you sat down next to some guys on the couch. They were talking, their backs turned away from you as you snatched another drink, sipping tardily on it to disperse your boredom while slightly bouncing to the beat. Your eyes transited through the masses which danced around you, making you move to the music as well, just seated. Everything was quite fine as you still tried to find Tara’s crush until the guys next to you made an uproar, twitching in their seats while laughing out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed you giggled lightly at their boyish manners before the guy next to you fell back, bumping into your side.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dud-”, he turned around, seeing that you were not part of their group while he apologized, a box smile on his handsome face till he saw you. And the first time this night your attention was caught by someone. He had soft hair that fell into his forehead, big chocolate colored eyes with extremely long eyelashes. His lips were from a dark pink hue, contrasting to his tanned, flawless skin and the light shirt he wore. He was nearly glowing. You saw his box smile as he turned towards you, narrowing his eyes in a rush of..shyness? You couldn’t fathom his expression.

“It’s okay, nothing happened anyway”, you reassured the guy, smiling at him with pearly teeth as you crossed your legs in front of him. Unluckily your skirt slid further up, revealing far more skin than you wanted to. His big, dark eyes followed your motion, cocking up his hidden eyebrows. He was seemingly interest now.

“Even though, I should apologize decently to such a stunning girl”, his voice was low as he turned his whole body into a straight position, facing you completely by now.

Should you be flirting right now? You promised Tara to concentrate on her request and after you helped her you were ‘allowed’ to find someone for yourself. But the utterly attractive guy next to you made this task a lot more difficult.

“And I’m sorry to reject you so bluntly, but I don’t have time right now”, you said, avoiding his gaze that checked you out from top to toe. “Maybe some other time.”

“I see no reason why you would be so busy. Or do you wait for your fuck buddy?”, he pulled his hidden eyebrows up again, tilting his head to look you in your face. “Not that it would be a hindrance though.”

You giggled, he was so rude and had absolutely no shame, did he? The few sentences you exchanged said a lot more about his personality than others revealed in hours.

“Just to your information, I don’t have a ‘fuck buddy’, but I have a personal matter I have to take care of first. So fuck off for a while, will you?”, your voice was sweet, but laced with annoyance.

“But I don’t want to 'fuck off’. How can someone leave you right next to me anyway? You look too hot for me to let you alone”, he said, his voice an octave darker. “And to be honest, I’m not the guy to talk around the bush. I think you’re just my type and I bet I’m yours.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words. Were you that predictable? Your head shot towards the guy beside you. He casually supported his head with his hand as he leaned against the rest of the couch you sat on. His dark eyes sparkling with interest, looking you straight in yours before he traced his view down your body. You felt very intimidated, sort of naked under his stare and began to squirm on your spot.

“Let me tell you this. Every guy in this house will tell you cheesy lines about how beautiful you look tonight, how pretty your face is or how he cares only about personality. But with me you get honesty. I won’t tell you anything to get into your panties. I will tell you straight what I want. And right now it is you”, he shrugged his wide shoulders, leaning further to you just to whisper the last phrase in your ear.

Goosebumps formed on your arms at his naughty words. You met many guys that were quite straightforward but never once had someone told you that he wanted to fuck you as bluntly as this guy did. But you liked it, kind of.

“Your little talk is nice and so on, but I really am distracted right now”, you sighed in all honesty. It was one thing that you wanted to help Tara, but it was another to finally meet someone who brought your blood to boil with his words.

“Time for a quickie then?”

You laughed at him and he showed his box smile again, perfect teeth showing in your direction.

“See, I’m making you laugh. That’s a good sign. But my question was serious”, grinning he nodded as to why you giggled slightly.

Okay, despite his blunt offer was he very charming and kind of cute, you had to admit. You really thought about just going for a round in the next free room, biting on your bottom lip. “I concede, you are a funny guy, but today I’m not in the mood”, you said as you looked him in his brown eyes, an apologizing smile on your pink lips. You shouldn’t do it, despite wanting him.

Pouting he leaned back again, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. “How about you give me your number as an apology?”

You contemplated for a while, but fast you decided to give him your phone and in exchange you got his. “I call you if I want some sort of company.”

He shot you a lopsided grin, eyes getting darker as lust filled them. “I’m down for anything, so don’t be shy to message me anytime. By the way, what it your-”

“Oh, Tae! What a coincidence to see you around!”, an all too familiar voice was heard from next to you. Confusion lacing your expression as you saw that Tara stood beside you, smiling suggestively. Just then it hit you like a truck. Tara addressed the guy next to you, not anyone. The guy who you gave your number and was so deliciously checking you out. The same guy whose box smile you found cute and whose words made you laugh and a little aroused.

“Hey, Tara. Long time no see”, Taehyung smiled at her, clearly annoyed for her interference as he was interrupted before he could ask you for your name. If she came only a minute later you could’ve rejected him. Had you known that it was him, the guy the both of you were here for.

“How’ve you been lately?”, silently she motioned for you to slide further to the armrest of the couch so her body fit between Taehyung and you. Slowly you did as she asked you before you shot a glaring glance towards the handsome guy. If  you would’ve know that he’s Tara’s crush you would’ve immediately stopped every try of his and certainly you would’ve never given him your number in the first place.

“The usual”, he simply answered. “And you? I heard you visit the college since two month.”

She laughed softly, laying her hand on his knee. “Jimin must’ve told you. Yeah, college is nice. But before we go in this is my friend y/n.” Tara motioned to you.

“Ah yeah I-”

“Nice to meet you”, you interrupted him hastily, shaking your head a 'no’ at his next words. The boy understood immediately, a knowing smirk laying on his pretty lips.

“Pleasure is mine, y/n. I’m Taehyung”, he leaned over Tara, whose cheeks were tinged in red at his sudden motion, to shake your hand. He remained a little too long in this position while ginning at you, an amused expression behind his eyes.

“Have you seen Jimin? About an hour ago did he leave”, Taehyung said, never leaving your gaze as he sat back. “He might wanna see you.” You were sure to hear the feeling of stress in his voice, wanting for Tara to leave him alone with you.

But the girl next to you crossed her legs as you did before, her dress revealing everything she wore underneath. You poked her, but a hiss signalled for you to go away. You cleared your throat, standing up while pushing your skirt down, again. “I’m heading for the bathroom.”

A small, faked protest left Tara’s lips ere she winked you, returning her entire attention to Taehyung who followed you with his eyes, an evil smirk plastered on his pink lips. You might be fun.

The false excuse you used brought you into the kitchen of the frathouse, lots of alcoholic drinks around you. And you needed that for what was supposed to come.

TaeTae: Are we on the same page here?

You: ?

Was he texting you right now, while sitting next to Tara? He couldn’t be serious, she was all over him and he should appreciate that! And why did he write 'TaeTae’? Such a child. Although you thought that, a small smile crawled onto your lips.

TaeTae: You’re a sneaky little girl, y/n. Do you think I’m blind? So, Tara isn’t allowed to know that I wanna fuck you?

Your heart sank to the bottom at his text. How did he know? You hadn’t given him the credit to be that keen. But Tara is your friend and you should do everything possible to turn the tables around again. Therefore you just wrote one last message before deleting his number.

You: Listen. I’m not the least bit interested anymore. You are too greasy for me and Tara has nothing to do with that.

It was the right decision, you had promised her that no other pussy was allowed to reach him. You included. Your phone vibrated as another message was sent to you, but instead of reading it, you pressed the delete button a second time. Sighing you leaned against the kitchen counter, not even daring to take another cup as you grabbed a bottle of alcohol and took a deep gulp. The liquid burned its way down, making you shudder ere you set it up at your lips again.

“Slow down there!”, a melodious voice rung to you ears, whereas you took the bottle down. A mean remark lay on your tongue as you turned to the stranger, but was stuck at his appearance. It was a guy a few years older than you – maybe Taehyung’s age – and he looked incredibly attractive. He had tanned, golden like skin, a toned body, maybe one that was sculptured by the gods, under his tight dark shirt, ripped, light jeans, wearing a reversed snap-back his hair sticking out on the backside. His almond shaped eyes were crinkled as he flashed you his smile, a crooked front tooth showing through his plump lips. You swallowed the remaining liquid you had in your mouth, the guy leaning next to you.

“Rough night, huh?”, he asked, taking the bottle in his hands. “I can tell you a thing or two about it.”

Perplexed you looked at him as he ingested the last drops of the bottle in one go. Certainly you drank because you were shook about Taehyung and Tara, but what might be the case for someone so good looking to drown his thoughts in alcohol?

“No, just a little complicated”, you laughed shyly, rubbing your bare arms. “Just playing the wingman for my friend. And by luck the guy tried to hook up with me before she came.” You didn’t know why you told him that, but now that it was said you felt a little lighter.

“Sounds pretty bad. I got dumped right now, so let’s toast to being lonely”, his voice sounded cheerful but you could hear the sourness in it and saw the bitterness in his eyes.

His situation was worse than yours. A little flirt was okay, but getting dumped was something on another level, not even worth comparing. You turned in his direction, leaning in further.

“Let me be blunt, but you are the hottest guy in this fucking house and you won’t be long alone. Forget whoever makes you feel like shit. Trust me, every damn girl will chase you in no time, me included!” Maybe it was all the alcohol in your blood or whatever, but you blurted this nonsense a few centimetres in front of his face. To your reassurance did he giggle, a sound that delighted your mood. His eyes were dark brown you discovered as you leaned in too close, well if you would’ve been sober. But you weren’t.

“It’s the nicest shit I heard all night”, he hyped your drunken speech with opening another bottle of the burning liquid. “I’m a lucky bastard to meet someone like you right now.” His fingers were covered with several rings on each hand, handing you the newly unclosed flask. You just nodded as you took a sip, never once leaving the boy next to you with your eyes. Was he the catch of the night? Two hot guys in half an hour were more than you hoped for. He represented the substitute for Taehyung, you thought.

“Before I forget. I’m y/n”, you introduced yourself, a little late, but better late than having the same situation as before. Your hand reached for his and as the guy smiled at you again, you felt your heart race a little.

“Lovely name, y/n”, he still held your hand, staring into your eyes. “My name is Jimin.”

And here it was again. A cursed day? Did something other worldly wanted to test your nerves? Of course it was Jimin, Tara’s brother and Taehyung’s best friend. Therefore a loud laugh escaped you, not believing how the night took its turns. First and foremost did you tell him about the friend you was here with, someone who wanted to fuck you and especially that this friend wanted to hook up with the said guy.

“I didn’t expect that reaction, but I like it”, he also laughed, only the reason a little differently. Then you pulled your hand away, the warmth of his hand making you nervous. “So, that friend of yours is now fucking another dude, leaving you all alone in a kitchen full of alcohol?” He cocked his dark eyebrows up, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest.

“I’m not sure if this is the case right now, but here I am, standing next to you with a full bottle of booze”, you held up the flask, tilting your head, a grin on your pink painted lips. “Call it fate or whatever, but let’s share this before I get bored again.”

Jimin shook his head, a hand over his plump lips as he tried to look composed. But despite his tries did the quiet laugh fell from his lips. “I can’t guarantee that I’m the best company for your plans right now.”

The pretty boy reached for the bottle, but before he snatched it away you dragged it teasingly to your chest. “Not here, Jimin.” He looked at you with wide eyes, his plump mouth agape at your words. “You guys just think with your dicks, huh. I meant to go outside or wherever.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s what I thought about, too”, he didn’t even try to hide his embarrassment, scratching his neck before he headed out of the kitchen. Behind him you giggled, finding his flustered state really cute.

Jimin guided you through the moving mass of guests, past the living room, to the door of the terrace. The summer night was chilly, but the spirits spread warmth around your half naked torso. Outside sat several couples, looking at the stars or making out while Jimin motioned for you to sit next to him on the stairs which led to the garden of the frathouse.

“Wanna talk about the girl that dumped you?”, after a few silent minutes you asked him this question, sipping on the bottle. Your hands were wrapped around it, holding onto the flask as you waited for him to answer you.

“I don’t think it’s a story for a party night. Maybe some other time”, he rejected your offer, gaze across the dark garden. “I’m such a party pooper, aren’t I?”

You patted his arm, trying to sooth his mood. “It happens to everyone. What about playing some games inside after we finished our tasty liquor?” With a shy smile you wagged the bottle, wiggling your eyebrows as his face lightened up again. Then he grabbed the flask, taking a strong slug before he wiped away some droplets from his wet, rose mouth. You followed his movement and found it very arousing as his thumb glided across his plump bottom lip.

He coughed slightly, looking away from you around the terrace. Flustered from your starring you avoided your gaze as well, swallowing the knot of awkwardness. The minutes past by as you just sat next to each other, everyone thinking about their own life and what the future might bring, nibbling on the hole of the flagon after each other until it was nearly empty.

“That’s what I needed”, Jimin declared, stretching his toned body. “Thanks, y/n.”

“Don’t thank me, I liked your company, too, Jimin”, you responded, a sweet smile playing on your lips. The boy next to you shot you an unreadable glance before his plump lips turned upwards as well.

“Time went by too fast for my liking”, Jimin suddenly admitted, a small sigh leaving his pretty mouth. “But we should go inside. My best friend is hosting the guests all alone and to be honest I don’t trust him if there are tits in the same room.”

How right he was, you thought. You stood up yourself, adjusting your clothes ere you made your way back in the house. Loud music drone against you as you opened the door of the terrace. Without a second thought you turned around to grab Jimin’s hand, you were clearly tipsy.

“I might lose you”, you just said, winking at his flustered state. He was really something. It didn’t took you long to find Tara next to Taehyung in the corridor, a few other people around them. She didn’t succeed, did she? You knew that there was something odd as you stepped closer, Jimin still holding onto your hand.

“Oh, y/n! That was a long stay in the bathroom”, she waved you to join the group, but her eyes flew to the boy you held onto. A grin spread across her red lips, seeing how the both of you held hands. “And who is that? My lost brother is alive”, her high voice made the little group laugh while greeting the two of you. A swift movement let you pull your hand away from Jimin’s while hugging your best friend shortly. The expression on his face petrified. Was everything alright with him?

“How’s step three going?”, you whispered in her ear, your eyes leaving the pretty boy beside you.

“Not so good. Plan B, y/n”, she hissed before letting you go. Tara was so immersed in getting Taehyung that she did not even ask why you and her brother came from the same direction, holding each others hand.

Plan B included the most daring game drunk people shouldn’t play. Firstly because someone always fucked up the rules. Lastly because you knew that the boys were dick listening dorks whom wanted to get every chance of seeing a girl naked. But the biggest hindrance was the boy with the big, brown eyes who licked his lips the moment he lay eyes on you again. Taehyung. And a little bit Jimin, but he didn’t make you as nervous and squirming under his eyes as his best friend did.

“Okay guys, this party is nice and so on, but something really goes slow. To spice things up a little let’s play a game”, Tara suggested, the group of eight listening to her.

After discussing where you wanted to play, you followed Jimin, Taehyung and your friend Tara upstairs to an empty bedroom to play truth or dare.


Beside you on the floor sat Tara and another girl whose name was Rose. Next to Tara was here brother Jimin, sitting in a cross-legged position. He hadn’t said a word since you arrived at the small group of his friends, for your liking a bit suspicious, but you didn’t know why exactly. The bed in front of you was lined with Taehyung, their friends Namjoon, Hoseok and Nora. Before you went upstairs someone had the idea to grab some bottles of booze out of the kitchen, so now you all sat in a kind of circle, handing out the flasks and played truth or dare.

“Jimin, I always thought that Tara had a dirty mind, but playing truth or dare with Tae is another form of naughtiness”, Nora said, laughing at the boy next to Tara, who wasn’t that amused by that fact.

“I’m an adult now, so shut up, will you? Let’s get started”, Tara smiled at the girl with hatred in her eyes but an amazing smile on her lips. There was definitely something behind her reaction, you thought and couldn’t wait to adept that story.

“Anyone wanna start?”, Taehyung’s dark voices sounded through the room, a smirk playing on his lips while he supported his position with hands next to his sides. “No one? Okay then, Namjoon truth or dare?” The tanned boy didn’t leave anyone the chance to answer his question ere he directed his voice to the tall guy next to him. And your friend was right as she told you that Taehyung’s and Jimin’s friends all were hot guys, and so were Namjoon and his buddy Hoseok.

Namjoon thought a bit – he seemed to know Taehyung’s kinks – before he took 'truth’.

“Oh, come on, how boring”, Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging his friends arm. “If you had to snog one person in the room, who would it be?” Okay, that was a tame question, but it had to start like that in order to get to the good ones.

“Sorry, Jimin, but I definitely take Tara for that one”, Namjoon said, an apologetic look at her brother who just shrugged at him.

“I don’t care as long as you don’t fuck her in front of me, do what you want with her”, Jimin laughed a little, pushing his sister who was shocked at his words. “Go on, Joons.”

The tall guy turned towards Tara, who took dare and had to prank a number Namjoon chose in her phone. It was so freaking funny as she had to call her ex-boyfriend and hadn’t you interfered it would have ended in phone sex! It was a really good one, but as time passed the questions got more intimate and the dares got to the level to which Nora already had to strip, Hoseok had to give you a lap dance – this boy could move, holy shit – and Taehyung had to send a nude to the contact in his phone chosen by Tara, and of course she sent it to herself, you had to coax her into showing it to you – the curiosity overwhelming. Luckily only simple tasks were asked from you until your friend turned towards you, her next question chosen with hidden thought.

“Truth or dare, y/n”, she smiled evilly and you had a fore-bonding what would come next, but you took 'dare’ anyway, 'truth’ was not as thrilling, not when you were drunk.

“Oh, y/n. Tara’s stare is insane, why playing with fire?”, Hoseok grinned, showing his perfect teeth.

You shrugged your shoulders at the boy with the dark curls, where would be the fun otherwise? Nervously you leaned back on your hands, waiting for the red haired girl to tell you what to do.

“Kiss Jimin all around his down-low area, not his dick”, Tara wiggled her brows while excited shouts filled the room. “Go on, Honey. You’re goody-two-shoes tonight and need to enjoy this.”

Wide brown eyes looked at you as you stood up, Namjoon and Hoseok making way for Jimin to sit down on the bed. He just stared down at you as you took his hand to squeeze it lightly, kneeling in front of him. Next to the handsome boy sat Taehyung, excitement on his features as his view landed on your flushed face in between Jimin’s legs.

“Don’t come in your pants, Jiminie”, Taehyung nudged his friend in the side, but Jimin was seemingly nervous for what was going to happen. His face was tinged in pink, his brown eyes wide and his hands sweaty as he fell back on his elbows, looking down to you. With slightly trembling hands you opened his jeans, pulling them and his boxers so far down that you already saw the shaft oh his semi-hard cock. At the sight in front of you, you were strangely aroused, feeling all eyes on you as you lowered you head down to press a delicate kiss on the shadow above his dick. The stubbles of his shaved lap tickled you as you left one kiss after the other on his solid skin.

“Look at her and think how her pretty little mouth is so near your dick”, Taehyung whispered, never letting you go with his eyes. Your gaze shot towards him while you slowly left wet kisses along Jimin’s down-low area. Every time your lips got closer to his dick, you felt how his member twitched inside his pants, turning you on as you followed both boys at the same time. Jimin for his expressions as you trailed a path around his shadow and Taehyung to see his reaction while getting dangerously near Jimin’s shaft. The nagging feeling of all eyes on your back intensified as Jimin’s plump lips escaped a low whimper which he tried to hide under the palm of his hand. Heat rushed double in your face as you pulled away, looking up at Tara. It was embarrassing for Jimin if he started to enjoy it a little too much, you thought. And so was it for you, because if it would go on you weren’t sure to what Taehyung would animate you with his comments. You played some rounds of truth or dare over the years, some even more perverted, but right now it felt so intimate kissing his lap while feeling the content tightening of his jeans under your mouth.

“I think that’s enough”, she looked at you with an unknown expression, her eyes watching the boys’ faces as you stood up, your hands on your cheeks ere you sat down next to your friend again. Jimin cleared his throat, pulling his jeans back up before he made his way to his previous position.

“Jimin, you’re pretty hard right now”, Taehyung teased, grinning down the lap of the boy with the reversed snap back.

“You would be too if a girl would do it for you”, Jimin spat, narrowing his eyes shyly, his rings covered hands trying to hide the prominent bulge in his pants.

“I fucking am, dude”, Taehyung chuckled lowly, his eyes changing between his lap and his friend. To that Jimin looked up, a small grin on his full, rose lips.

“Before you show us what is in your jeans, let’s continue”, Rose said, shifting next to you. “Who do you choose, y/n?”

Your view traced the faces as you contemplated which person should do a task next. Definitely not Jimin, you thought ere you stopped at Taehyung’s figure. It was already a few rounds past that it was his turn.

“Tae, truth or dare”, you asked innocently, the pink hue of your cheeks slowly fading after your dare.

The boy smirked down at you, scratching his neck. Tara whispered something to you while you waited for the tanned guy to choose: “Say something with me. The more perverted the better!”

“Truth”, his dark voice filled the room. You expected him to take the opposite, but okay, there would be some questions you wanted to ask him. Unfortunately you promised to help your friend and therefore you asked him about her.

“Would you fuck Tara?”, you blurred out, a pleased smile plastered on Tara’s pretty face. Only Jimin wasn’t that happy at your question, straightening himself, a glare shot in Taehyung’s direction. He just sighed, shaking his head at this question.

“Y/n, you underestimate me. I would fuck every damn girl that is at least a little hot or willing, or both. But Tara is like a little sister to me”, he stated, pointing at your friend. “Tonight she looks stunning, but how weird is it to sleep with my best friend’s sister? If I fuck it up our friendship is ruined.”

Silence filled the room after his statement. It wasn’t the expected answer, neither for you and absolutely not for Tara who stiffened at Taehyung’s honest words. You could see how offended she was, but a plastered fake smile on her red lips hushed it up while she nodded in agreement.

“I’m totally on the same page, Tae”, she said, her cheeks utterly red. “It’s your turn to nominate someone.” As fast as possible did she try to change the subject, too hurt by his blunt honesty. Even if he was her brother’s best friend, didn’t she mean something to him? Or was it just toying with her mind, every briefly glance of his just fake?

You saw that her mood changed after that and with some little naughty dares Tara was back to her old self, less screaming but at least more cheerful. It must have been hard for her since she had a crush on Tae for a few years now, and getting rejected like this by him. Luckily she drowned several gulps of booze as to why she couldn’t concentrate on him anymore.

Time passed by as your group held their stomachs from laughter, the 'truths’ getting very private and some funny 'dares’ were distributed. Jimin had to slap Namjoon for full five minutes, Hoseok should unwrap a candy with his tongue – but failed – and Rose had the task to take off her undies in front of you before she should gift it to the first person she saw outside the room.

“Well, y/n, I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven”, Rose grinned at you, after her task you had laughed like crazy and now she wanted to revenge you for that. “With him.” Her digit pointed to Taehyung, a surprised expression on his handsome face. Jimin and Tara also stared at Rose for her request, but you didn’t mind.

“Seven minutes? No problem”, you shrugged your shoulders.

Tae just chuckled at your words. Seven minutes were enough for him to make you shout his name, he thought boastful. The rest of the group walked out of the room going downstairs for a change, Tara looking at you, fathomless.

“Try asking him further about me, y/n! I owe you one”, she hastily said, walking past you in her short red dress. Sure, what else would you do anyway, you thought while closing the door after Tara left.

“Here we are again, y/n. Just you and me, for seven long minutes”, the way too good-looking guy said, leaning his tall body against the wall next to the door. “Why don’t you come here so I can show you what seven minutes can do?”

His voice was lower than before, eyes narrowed to your legs while he bit down on his rose bottom lip. He definitely was hot, but forbidden territory, even though his hungry eyes were taking your clothes off. Lord, give me strength!

“I better go as far away from you as possible”, you grinned at him, making your way back to the bed. “I already told you that I’m not interested anymore. I heard from your reputation, Taehyung.” It was a bluff, but everything you actually heard about him was that he was a player, toying with as many girl as he can, at the same time. Therefore you absolutely didn’t know why Tara was all over him. Who knows, maybe he had plans after this party as well?

“That!”, he stepped towards you, only saying this word before he fell down on the mattress. “The reason you don’t want me anymore, it’s what you heard about me, right? Or maybe Tara?” Taehyung cocked his bushy eyebrows up, a move he did often. “First you are trying to push me away, then you even showed interest while giving me your phone number and now after your friend showed up, you suddenly lost it all? Suspicious, y/n, very unlikely for someone who drooled over me.”

“Drooled over you?”, you exploded. When did you do that? “Your ego is too big, Taehyung. For real, just having a pretty face and nice body won’t get you anywhere.”

The boy slid his hand over you knee as to why you flinched, glaring at him. He was so confident in his actions, not the least bit afraid of being rejected. And to be honest he had no reason to be afraid anyway! If Tara wasn’t there you would have fucked him, from the moment he showed you his box smile, but it wasn’t the case so you refrained from doing that.

“Don’t worry about that, y/n. I know you think I’m hot and I can guarantee you, it’ll be worth your while if you just take things as they come. Seven minutes in heaven are for make-out sessions, dry humping or blow jobs, not for bitching around.”, he stated, closing the distance that separated your bodies further.

“Seriously, Tae, you’re too persistent for my liking”, you shook your head, but didn’t go away, neither from his try to close the separation nor from his big, soft hand on your knee.

“Oh, what’s your liking then? Jimin?”, he asked, leaning his shoulder against your own. “The good boys make your knees weak then? I can be very good, if you want me to”, he whispered in your ear, goosebumps forming on your arms. “No wonder you nearly blew him up without touching him.” Taehyung laughed, tracing your thigh up to the hem of your black skirt. Even if he offered you to be 'a good boy’, you doubted that he fulfilled this duty with his whole being. He wasn’t a sub, definitely not. Maybe he liked to switch some times, but mostly he would be the dominant one. You on the other side was content with both, loving how men made you scream their names, loving to hear whimpers of the one you pleasured.

“Jimin is hot, so are you, but it was just part of the game”, you said weakly, feeling how your composure crinkled under his firm touches. “And tell me who wouldn’t like being touched like this?”

“You got a point, y/n”, the tanned boy responded, smiling down at you, a hidden meaning behind it.

You began to squirm under his hand, the actions from before still turning your tipsy mind on. Therefore you inhaled loudly, the boy next to you making you more nervous by the minutes. Why was he so charming with his dark, round eyes and his glowing skin, that felt undoubtedly warm and soft on your own.

“I’m curious, please tell me, am I that bad of a catch?”, his voice was not as teasing as before while asking you, a little concern tracing through. “It’s the last time I will ask you. You lost all interest in hooking up with me? Now and in the future?”

The answer should be clear by now, but you hesitated. Tara was your friend and way more worth than a hook up. Hot guys could be found everywhere, Taehyung just the icing of them all.

“Listen, I would fuck you, right now”, you sighed as to why Tae’s features lightened up, getting closer to you. “But you were right, okay? It’s because of Tara. She wants you and I just was her wingman, no pussy allowed to reach you and neither am I.” Your confession was blurted out as fast as possible, finally able to say what you wanted made your heart a little less heavy.

Taehyung’s glance told you that he already new that. “As I said, I’m not blind and on all counts not dumb, y/n. Jimin and I are best friends since middle school, Tara tried everything over the years. Today was just more extreme, but I can assure you that I won’t lay a hand on her. My friendship to Jimin is more important to me than a fast fuck.”

You listened to his explanation, and ascertained that you stood in the same position as Taehyung. He wanted to sleep with Tara, but his bromance stood in his path. You on the other hand wanted to hook up with Taehyung, but he was the crush of your friend. Giggles fell from your lips at that insight.

“See, our situations are on the same page, Taehyung”, you tapped on his jeans covered knee, smiling soothingly at him. “We have one minute left, let’s not talk about hooking up with each other anymore.”

The tanned, handsome guy nodded agreeing before he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“I set a timer, but just relax for the bit time we have left”, his voice was just a whisper as he lay his phone on his lap, the time ticking from sixty seconds downwards.

A smile turned your pink lips upwards, watching his actions while brushing your hair behind your ear. What could happen in fifty seconds?

“Normally, I let the girl go down on me immediately if I’m the lucky one, but why are you so stubborn? I don’t even dare to kiss you”, Taehyung smiled at you with his box smile, eyes crinkled as a low chuckle left his aesthetic lips. Your voice attuned with his, leaning into him until your lips were only a few centimetres apart.

“Thirty seconds, Taehyung. Nothing more than a kiss”, you whispered, breath tickling his wet mouth as he stared at yours.

You had barely vocalized your thought as Tae cupped your face in his beautiful, strong hands. A moment later he closed his eyes, pressing his soft lips straight on yours not wasting the little time you had. Tae’s lips felt so utterly delicious on yours, the kiss tasting like alcohol and mint whereas his strong, manly cologne fogged your senses. Slowly, tasting his sweet lips you two moved into each others kiss while you grabbed his shoulders, looking for support as he deepened the osculation, tracing his tongue around your bottom lip. Right as you wanted to let him in your mouth, a strange sound reached your ears. The time was up. Taehyung didn’t pull away as he pressed his lips heavily on yours before you pushed him tardily from you, a smacking sound filling the small room.

“I think I’m addicted, y/n. Don’t leave me hanging now”, the beautiful guy whined, so close to you that you were afraid to jump on him again. Thirty seconds were enough for you to want more of him. Therefore you just cleared your throat, controlling the heat that was rushing to your cheeks.

“It was nice and so on, but that’s all we will ever do, Taehyung”, abruptly you stood up, separating you two as you walked to the door, opening it and stepping out.

“Is messaging you okay?”, Tae shouted after you, seemingly frustrated that you left him without another word.

“Let’s find out”, you grinned over your shoulder, taking your swollen bottom lip between your teeth. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide as he licked his wet lips, tasting the remains of your lips. “See you, Tae.”

With that you rushed down, the confidence that evolved from the adrenalin in your blood vanishing. God, he was so utterly hot, charming and so fucking handsome. How were you supposed to say 'no’ the next time you met him? You had to make sure that it didn’t happen again, not as long as Tara was after him. Kissing him as part of the game was one thing you found okay, but nothing more. Never again.

“Y/n! We’re here”, Hoseok shouted over the music, waving as he smiled at you, the sun going up. “Where’s Tae?”

You scratched you neck, stuttering over your next words: “I guess upstairs. But I think the party is over for me tonight. I drank too much. Where are Tara and Jimin?” Namjoon, Nora, Rose and Hoseok stood in the middle of the vivid living room, no trace of your friend and her brother.

“Jimin wanted to draw the lines with her again. It seems she has a thing for his best friend and Jimin hates it”, the smiling boy declared, nodding towards the door of the terrace.

“That’s shit”, you just said before you told him you wanted to go home again. “I’m collecting Tara, so maybe we see each other some time.”

“We definitely will”, Hoseok winked at you, a hidden meaning behind his action, but at that time you didn’t know what the future had planned for you.

You wriggled your body through the dancing mass, reaching for the door-handle of the terrace as you saw Tara and Jimin speaking to each other. Well, it was more as if Jimin spoke and Tara pouted while listening. “Just promise me that even if you end up fucking, as a couple or whatever the fuck you want to, don’t ruin my friendship to him. If he hurts you, it’s is your problem, got it? You know how he is”, anger laced Jimin’s calm voice as he warned his sister. “And now go home, you drank a lot.”

You coughed slightly to get their attention. Both heads shot in your direction at the interruption.

“I-I just wanted to say that I’m leaving. I’m too drunk to continue partying tonight”, you stuttered as Jimin’s gaze landed on you. His dark eyes softening at your figure while patting his sister on her shoulder.

“Do me a favour and take her with you, will you?”, Jimin smiled at you, touching your arm as he walked past you. “I owe you one, y/n.”

“Sure. I’m coming back to this phrase”, you smiled shyly at him, taking your phone out ere you handed it to him. “Maybe I could contact you some time.”

Jimin grinned at your action, but took it and typed into the keys happily. “It’s just fair after you gave me a hard time back upstairs”, he whispered next to your ear, so Tara couldn’t catch his words. Jimin was completely different from his best friend, because these harmless words left his tanned skin in a hue of dark pink.

“Was a pleasure, Jimin”, you chuckled, looking up in his angelic face before Tara impatiently grabbed your arm, tugging you away from her brother.

“If I don’t get a dick, then you neither”, she snorted, pulling you after her as she stormed to the entrance of the frathouse. You looked back over your shoulder to see Jimin standing on the same spot, waving at you, his phone in his hand. It was a signal for you not to forget to message him.

Outside you told your friend everything you and Taehyung talked about and did upstairs – except for the kiss. “Y/n, thanks for the night even though it wasn’t as planned, but I have another idea to finally get Taehyung in my panties.”

Long weeks lay ahead while Tara and you climbed onto the back-seat of the cab that brought you home.

Too many Yuri on Ice fanfics have Victor instantly falling in love at first sight with Yuri. I mean, have you seen how he usually dresses? Not a trace of that eros in sight.. I want to read something that starts from a really normal situation.

Like one day Victor is picking up a few things at the supermarket when the guy scanning his groceries pauses.
“I know it’s only Wednesday, but we’re having a huge one day sale promotion on premium dog food today.” The confused look Victor gives him prompts the guy to start to babble. “Err, sorry. I promise I’m not a weird stalker, I just put your groceries through all the time. I kind of noticed that you buy the same brand of dog food as I do, and it’s always on Friday.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks then, um,” Victor checked his name tag “Yuri.”

And after that Victor always notices Yuri around the place. One day he’ll be stacking shelves and Victor will give him a smile and a wave, the next he’ll be scanning Victor’s embarrassingly unhealthy shopping cart.
“I swear it’s not all for me. I have a teenager staying with me for a while and he has… strongly requested a few things.”

Yuri laughs and waves him away. Last summer he’d seen Victor in a see-through tank top and shorts that were probably intended for teenage girls with how short they were. You don’t get a body like that by eating pop-tarts and chocolate.

Victor starts to look forward to grocery shopping so that he can chat with Yuri, and even plans his trips so they fall on days when the other man is working. Then one day he runs into Yuri at the park, walking his adorable miniature poodle. Makka and Vicchan get on so well, they start to take walks together more and more frequently.

Then Victor is slightly late one day and he finds some asshole hitting on Yuri while he waits. The guy leaves quickly enough when he’s politely turned down, but victor can’t forget the way his stomach dropped and his step faltered when he’d first seen them together. Yuri had been laughing, and the guy had his hand on Yuri’s arm.

And yeah, then it’d continue with Victor realizing he likes Yuri a little more than friends. Meanwhile, Phichit is thrilled with the progress his BFF has been making with the hot Russian guy he’d been drooling over for the past six months.

A goodbye letter to my friends and followers.


Dear Everyone,

I am sad to say that I am resigning from the blog FatedFujoshis. As of today, the blog will no longer do scanlations and will be under new management. They will continue to pursue blcd videos since the girls want to continue/finish their projects. As for me, I am withdrawing from anything that has to do with the blog, meaning scans, videos, and overseeing the blog in action! I wanted to say a few thank you’s before I leave for good.

@sentimientoyaoi (Nikah), thank you for all your help. I don’t think we could have been able to put out great work like Katsura Komachi scans or others if it weren’t for them. They also introduced me to many players in the scanlation business, which open many doors for many things blog-related or friendship/contact wise. Yoru, I will miss your colored pages you did for us, you have amazing talent, always keep it up. (Nikah we’ll keep in touch :P)

@nijiniji-nikubou-scans, lol Nina, you are my lifesaver on so many levels lol. I think she oversaw all our projects, even including some blcd videos recently. Anytime I would hit rock bottom, you were there to help me getting the process done the way I wanted it. And thank you for letting me borrow your staff… I don’t think I abused you too much, Ash ;) ( But I won’t say goodbye to you guys, because we will remain friends on Facebook :P)

To @crappy-bl-scanlations Nagareboshi, my moon lighter translator, who will keep on helping my girls, I think I annoyed you soooo many times with Japanese proofing everything so we could put our best work forward. Thank you so much for putting up with my annoying million texts a day. Even though you made me redo a video 5 times and get mad, I knew it was for the best for the blog even if I was being snarky from being so analllll lol

To all the others, like @justpeachyicedtea The Anon, @fluffwords, @lustfulcat cat, Dhyzre, Fantaisy, (if I missed anyone else please don’t hate me ;P )  thank you for involving yourself with our group when we needed help on missing staff positions. I am overwhelmed with how everyone was ready to be hands on and help out with projects. Truly the yaoi community is very generous. So please don’t be hasty/nasty when projects are slow. All these groups take great pride in releasing awesome projects.

To my staff, thank you for helping grow the blog’s content, if it wasn’t for you guys, I don’t think we would’ve had so much content to share. Starting this blog with you guys was a lot of fun, I won’t miss the mentoring at lolol. Keep helping each other and keep going, the Yaoi community needs to hear more perverted moans lol! It was a pleasure to work with you all.

And as for the followers to, don’t be sad, more videos will be on there way, just without my editing! Love you all thank you for following me and the blog, it was a fun ride. -Katsumi xox

The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 


    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


That’s Crazy (Derek)

a derek fic? what in the world


“You’re pregnant.” Lydia observes as you shove a hoodie into your bag. “Whose is it?”

“Dereks.” You pant, sliding an arm over your counter of makeup and shrugging off what falls on the floor. “It’s no big deal, we hook up sometimes when there’s no one else.”

“Y/N, if it’s Dere-”

“Then I need to go.” You counter, shoving all your items into the luggage bag. “He’d understand.”

“So he doesn’t know, at all.” She groans, crossing the room and sinking onto your bed.

“You’re the only one who does know, and you can’t tell. I have a person growing inside of me, and if I’m gonna keep my little pea safe, then I need to get as far from Beacon Hills as I can.” You exhale a long breath, sweeping your hair from your face. Lydia stares at you and you bite your lip, crossing and sinking into a crouch before her. “You know I’m not to sort to do this if I’m not serious.”

“I know.” She rasps, covering your palm on her knee with her own. “That’s why this sucks so much.”


You beamed at Derek across the sheets and he laughed softly, looking toward the ceiling with a smile brightening his expression.

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t hilarious.” You snicker, sliding closer and pushing yourself into his eye line. “Admit it.”

“It wasn’t really appropriate.” He hedges and you cackle, your finger pressing his bottom lip lightly.

“Anything above bestiality and paedophilia is always appropriate during sex.” You point out, gasping when he nips lightly at the pad of your finger. “A bite from a werewolf! What have you done!”

He laughs, rolling onto his side as you flop backwards off him, your head hitting the pillow with a dramatic sound.

“I like this.” He mumbles softly and you eye him curiously.

“Hanging out together naked? Like without- and when I say without I mean after, sex? I like it too.” You beam and he smiles again, his expression breathtaking. Quite literally so when he kisses you just as you’re about to inhale. “Oh!-” You squeak, pulling back from Derek and earning yourself a glower. “Also, penis to the ear is inappropriate for sex.”

“You are never gonna let that go, are you?” Derek groans, eyeing you disdainfully and you can’t help cackling.

“Der, when I let that go will be the day I’m buried. I’ll hold onto it a few days after death, and when the dirt covers my coffin, will I finally get over it.” You snort, only to glare at the sudden focus in his gaze. “Murder isn’t legal, Der, and really, killing a gal because she keeps telling everyone of the time you prodded her in the ear because you were too impatient? Totally not Zen.”

“It was an accident! It was both our faul- Wait, telling everyone?”

“What?”


Lydia sighs and stands, crossing to your bag and pulling everything out. For a moment, your lips part to stop her and she spears you with a glare. ‘

“You’re going to need everything you can fit.” She glowers, folding items with military precision and replacing them in the bag, and grabbing other items from around the room. “We’re going to Peters, then you can drop me home and disappear.”

“Peters?” You cringe and she rolls her eyes, unplugging your chargers and stuffing it and the powerboard into the bag.

“Peter has money he’ll give you, since we both know you don’t have enough.” She mutters, zipping the bag and hefting it into her arms. “Grab your things, come on.”


The club music boomed above and you could see Derek fighting the bitter look on his face for you. Resting a gentle palm on his arm, you smile at him and he relaxes, the expression instantly turning sour and you laugh.

“The music.” He explains and you nod easily, eyeing the crowd around the bar where you stand. A girl eyes you and Derek and you look examine her.

“Red hair, four o’clock.” You offer and he glances in the girls direction before turning back to you.

“She smells like drugs.” He sighs, flagging down the bartender.

“You can smell that from here? Jeez.” You hiss, eyeing her and blindly accepting the drink from Derek. Taking a sip, you scan the crowd again, locking on a blonde but discarding her instantly. “This is good, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Derek murmurs, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him possessively. Ignoring whatever’s riled him, you beam up at the dark haired man, running a thumb over his jawline.

“Thank you again.” You smirk and he repeats himself, his thumb rubbing the bare skin of your back minutely.


“You’re pregnant.” Peter says, repeating your words and you nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

“Good.” Lydia says, seating herself on his couch and gesturing for you to follow him. Nervously, you do as bid and follow Peter through his apartment, stopping in the doorway to his office.

“How much would you like?” Peter asks, pulling a tablet from a safe and your jaw falls open but no words come. “Two hundred thousand should last you… But with a baby…”

He hums, tapping on the screen before beckoning you closer. “I need your bank details.”

“I- ah-”

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He promises gently, meet your gaze with a serious look. “I don’t think you should run, but you’ve got a Hale inside you. And if Derek is anything like me, he’d have wanted to know there was someone out there helping the mother of his child. If all I can do for you is money, then you can have as much as you like.”

“Thank you.” You croak, not looking at the number of zeros as you type your details into the boxes and hand the device back.

Peter taps the screen a few more times before locking it and setting it in the safe. Locking the box, he crosses the room and pulls open a drawer.

“Here. It has my number in it and you can add Lydias.” He says, offering you a cell phone. “If you’re ever in trouble, something goes wrong, it’ll always be topped up and I’ll always answer.”

“Peter.” You swallow, trying to clear your throat of the lump that’s blocking it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He smirks, setting the phone into your hand. “Keep it on you and hidden at all times. Okay? Hidden.”

“Okay.” You nod seriously, clutching it to your chest. Peter smiles, his hand gentle as he guides you from the room and back to Lydia.

“I’m glad you brought her.” Peter says and Lydia nods, her gaze level on his.

“I knew you’d help her.” She answers succinctly and he smiles, just slightly. Just as you’re about to move toward Lydia, your phone vibrates in your pocket and something inside you promises that it’s Derek.


“No Josie tonight?” You ask, the phone pressed to your ear and the sound of Dereks rumbly laughter drifts out.

She wanted to see my place.” He explains and you roll your eyes, glad he can’t see you. Commitment-phobe didn’t even begin to describe Derek.

“I know this argument before so I’m not going to bring it up-”

“I just don’t want some creep girls who can’t move on stalking me. Or leaving things behind.” He cuts in and you groan.

“I said I know.” You whine and he laughs, asking for you to come over again. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Climbing from your bed, you hang up and strip out of the comfy pyjamas you were wearing and replace them with lacy, gold lingerie.

Slipping a giant jumper over the top and leggings, you gather your things and head for his house.


“Come on, take me home.” Lydia coos, and you offer her the phone Peter had given you and slipping yours from your pocket.

“Thanks Peter, really.” You offer, bidding him goodbye, unconcerned when he doesn’t respond.

Come over tonight?

Chewing your lip, you tap out an answer and slip the phone back into your pocket. “Done?”

“Done.” Lydia answers, handing you the phone back and you smile, unlocking the doors of your car.


the end (it’s gonna have a second part ofc)

3

He felt like shit, his head pounding and his mouth dry as sandpaper. Slamming his hand down on his phone trying to silence the blaring of his alarm.

He got drunk last night, full on cry yourself to sleep and sleep on the toilet drunk, Jughead had never touched a drink before in his life but last night? He needed it.

“Good morning sunshine.” The familiar voice of his father brought him back to reality and he opened his eyes to see the man leaning in the tiny doorway of the trailer a sad smile on his face.
“Dad.” Jughead grunted out.

F.P settled down beside his son on the couch, pushing his feet to the ground and handing him a water bottle. “Care to tell me why you went through my hidden stash last night and puked all over my floor?”

Jughead groaned putting his hands to his temples “I just needed it, I’ll pay you back and I’ll clean up the mess.”

F.P shook his head “that’s not what I’m worried about kid, I’m more concerned with how you’ve never even tasted beer before and last night you drank an entire bottle of vodka, is it school problems?… girl problems?” F.P noticed the way Jughead winced at the mention of girl problems and nodded knowingly “Betty? The sweet blonde you brought over her last month? Your girlfriend right?”

Jughead shook his head, the familiar ache in his chest throbbing “not anymore, not ever again probably.”

“What happened? You two broke up?”

Jughead looked away staring at a spot on the far right wall “no. I broke up with her, she wanted nothing to do with it but I obviously won that fight.” He laughed bitterly before continuing, it felt better to just spit it all out “I thought she had feelings for Trev Brown, I see the way he looks at her ya know? Like he just wants to take her away from me, I pretty much told her that Trev can have her. He can make her happy, make her family happy. They can be the perfect high school sweethearts she was destined to be. She screamed at me, called me an idiot and then she….” he took a shaky breathe and looked directly at his father

F.P raised his brow and dropped a hand to his knee, knowing exactly what his son was going to say

“She said she loved me dad. Me. Not Trev, not Archie. Me. You’ll never guess what I did. Well I mean I’m sure you can, it’s what I always do. I ran away.”

F.P nodded sympathetically, he knew the effect his wife leaving had on Jughead, he had turned into some kind of woman hater but Betty Cooper seemed to break through all that and he saw his son genuinely happy for the first time in ages, he wasn’t about to let his boy lose that. He had an idea.

“It’ll work out son. I promise you.”

Jughead just nodded ,heading into the only bedroom in the trailer “I’m gonna go back to bed, sleep this off. Thanks dad”

As soon as the door shut, F.P had the phone in his hand, dialing the familiar number of one of his childhood best friends.

“Alice Cooper speaking, how may I help you?”

The prim and proper voice came through the line. F.P snorted, if only the town knew what a wild child she was when she was a kid.

“I swear to god Ally, you have the personality of a wet board.”

He heard the exhale of relief and she answered much more relaxed this time

“Save it Forsythe, how’s Jughead holding up? You know i love that boy but the way Betty was crying in her room last night made me want to throttle him.”

F.P laughed “A boy of my own heart, remember when Danny Clayton broke up with you, and Hal and I almost drove to his house to beat him up, you wouldn’t stop crying.”

Alice laughed through the speaker
“It was hard being fifteen. So anyway what’s the plan?”

F.P smirked into the phone
“Well it just so happens that my bike isn’t running properly and I may have to call a mechanic, I heard that Betty sometimes works in Hal’s mechanic shop, he tells me he’s very proud of what a little grease monkey she is. Well I’d like to request her to come and fix old rusty, you can tell her her dad is overbooked and is sending her for a house call. I’ll get the kids in a room together and they can talk it out.”

The other end went silent for a while when finally Alice snorted into the phone, laughing out loud
“I’ve gotta say Forsythe, you have always been the master of plans. This is almost as good as when you had a crush on Hermione Lodge and made me lock the two of you in a janitors closet “by accident”“

F.P smiled proudly
"I’m an opportunist.”

Alice answered
“Okay, it sounds like a plan. Expect Betty within the next hour.”

“Okay, oh and Ally?”

She answered almost immediately
“Yeah forsythe?”

“They’re gonna make it through all of this, we did. Maybe my fairytale didn’t work out but I’m gonna fix that too.” He was more reassuring himself than anything and Alice seemed to know that as she answered

“I know that sythe, anything you need. At all, you just give me a call.” She promised, before they both hung up.

Thirty minutes later, he was sitting on his porch, his bike parked in front of him, when the gorgeous blonde haired beauty approached him, she really was just like her mother, wild blonde curls and big green eyes.

“Mr.jones?” She smiled sadly, “you’re the house call?” sticking her hand out again. There were bags under her eyes and he noticed her palms were a bloody mess. She must’ve noticed his staring at the indent marks on her palms because she tucked her hands into her pockets and nodded towards his bike.
“This is the bike that’s been giving you problems? Oh I just love the old fashioned Harley’s!” Her eyes lit up as she ran a hand over the shiny chrome, she looked up at him excited “ya know, the very first Bike I ever fixed up was an original. I love the make of these beautiful babies.”

F.P was right about everything, this girl was the definition of a keeper. He smiled back at her,
“Come on inside and grab a drink then we can get started. It’s too hot out here for you to be working without water.”
Betty looked nervously at the house, he knew she was scanning for his son. He gave her a reassuring nudge and she smiled gratefully, thanking him profusely, sweet as sugar but definitely hiding some spice he thought happily, just what his son needed

As soon as she stepped into the trailer, F.P slammed the door shut causing Betty to jump and whip around

“JUGHEAD!!” He called, almost in an instant the boy was standing in front of the pair, sleepy eyes and messy hair, still in his jeans and black tshirt, suspenders dangling down. When Jugheads eyes caught Betty he instantly softened, the fear leaving his mind, that’s what this beautiful young lady did for his son, she soothed his troubled mind with just a glance.

Walking backwards out the door, F.P nodded
“Talk it out.”

He barely had the door shut when he heard the high pitched voice shout “is that alcohol? I swear to god Jughead Jones, if you’ve been drinking…”

Forsythe must have been waiting outside the door for atleast thirty minutes, listening to faint cries and shuffling feet. Suddenly the door swung open and the teen couple was wrapped up in each other, both watery eyed and smiling goofily “hey dad.” Jughead smiled at his father “were gonna head over to poptates, I’m hungry.” Betty giggled from beside him “when are you not hungry?” she smiled sassily running her fingers up his arm.

Jughead dropped a kiss to her forehead, staring down at her in complete adoration “touché, hey bets, you go ahead, i have to talk to my dad real quick.” Betty nodded at him moving to walk away before he gently grabbed her wrist “hey.” She looked up at him confused “I love you.” He whispered with a smile. Instantly her eyes softened and she grinned back “I love you too.” As she moved to walk away she wrapped Jugheads dad up in a bear hug, his eyes instantly wide as he smiled and patted her back
“Thankyou Mr.Jones.” He laughed “anytime love”

She headed off to her car as Jughead hung behind, turning to his father

“Thanks dad, you didn’t have to do that.”

F.P shook his head, placing an hand on his sons arm. “Yes I did Jughead, you’re my son and I’m here for you.”

For the first time in Jugheads life he believed those words. Smiling back he nodded, making his way over to Betty “I won’t be home late. See you tonight!” With that he sprinted away catching Betty by the waist and swinging her around while she giggled.

F.P watched the pair and smiled pulling his phone out and sending a quick text

F.P: bughead is a go. Teamwork baby.

ALICE: bughead? Absolutely not. What about Jetty?

F.P: here we go.

Title: My Rock

Warnings: None

Request: Hey please can you do an Auston one based on ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur. Thanks x

Note: Okay, so this is my first attempt at a song request. I did it a little differently than I’ve seen it presented before, so I hope you like it!

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


I met you in the dark, you lit me up; You made me feel as though I was enough…

“Auston, how much have you been drinking?” you asked as your eyes slowly adjusted in the dark room. You moved swiftly to his side, your fingers gently curling around his forearm. “Are you okay?”

“What am I doing with my life?” he slurred. “All I’ve thought about for so long was hockey. I’ve lost so many friends, I haven’t seen my mom in two months. You’re my best friend, how much longer til I lose you, too?” he said, his eyes slowly looking over to you.

“I’m not going anywhere, Auston. I’ll always be here for you.” you said, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes.

“What if I can’t always be there for you?” he said sadly. “What if I’m not enough? ”

“You’re drunk, you’re stressed.” you reasoned. “You’re more than enough.” you said, sincerely. He wrapped his arms around your neck, placing a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

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Inconclusive

Jax x Reader based off the following request:

“Hi! Can you write one where you and Jax recently broke up and one day you see Jax taking Ima to his dorm. You go home, try to move on from him, but Jax finds out, gets jealous and tries to win you back? Thank you!”

Originally posted by geezerwench

“This is a bad idea, Chibs.” you warn, pulling at your black lace crop top, a pair of leather shorts showing off your shapely legs. Chibs takes a final drag from his cigarette, dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his boot.

“He misses you, lass, and I can tell you miss him.” You can’t deny his words, these past two weeks being the hardest ones of your life. “You look amazing, sweetheart. If he doesn’t take you home, I sure will.”

Smiling, you gently bump your shoulder with the Scot’s, thanking him silently. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thatta’ girl. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Chibs throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you up the lot and into the clubhouse, party in full swing. You smile at the croweaters that catch your eye on the way in, them returning the smile and waving kindly at you.

While Chibs gets you and him a drink, you scan the room, not sure how to feel when you don’t spot your ex boyfriend. Tig grins when he sees you, pushing the lady off his lap and walking over to you, throwing his arms around you. “If it isn’t my favourite girl.”

“Hi, Tiggy. Sorry I haven’t been around, everything is a bit of a mess right now.” you explain, his eyes slightly glassy as he watches you, the smell of whisky lingering heavily on him. You’ve always gotten on well with the other MC members, the older ones and younger ones all treating you like family.

“Don’t sweat it, doll, just glad to see you.” He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, before going back to his woman of the night, sadness covering you as you realise how much you miss this club. The atmosphere, the people, the family. You knew that if you didn’t get this shit sorted with Jax, you’d probably never have it again.

“Here ya are, love. Get that down ya.” You take the beer from Chibs, taking a few swigs, the cold liquid fizzy as it passes down your throat.

You’re listening to Chibs flirt with some croweater when your gaze is pulled to the other side of the room, Jax entering from the apartments. It’s always been the same with him, a magnetic pull that somehow tells you when he’s around. It’s surreal, but he must feel it too, his eyes instantly breathing you in, surprise evident on his face.

You just stare at him, not knowing how he’s going to react. Is he going to be pissed that you’re here? Glad that you’ve come back for him? Upset?

Your questions are quickly answered, Ima surfacing from the same place Jax did, her hands pulling at her shirt, that famous fucking smirk on her face.

Her arms slip around his waist, him being pulled out of his trance. She leans up, whispering into his ear, his eyes remaining on you the whole time. Your heart feels like it’s literally breaking, regret written all over your ex lovers face as you crumble in front of him. He doesn’t correct it though, letting Ima pull his face to hers, her lips claiming his in a messy fashion.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” you whisper, slamming your half drunken beer on the bar and storming out, leaving a very confused Chibs by himself. He looks across the room as you leave, noticing the very reason for your upset. Shaking his head at his younger brother, he turns his back on him, letting him know just how he feels without even saying a word.

It’s been three months since that dreaded day. The day you lost the last shred of hope you had left for your broken relationship, for the broken man you left behind.

“You ready to go, babe?” Liam calls, his voice travelling up the stairs. You had to move on, you deserve to at least try to be happy, even if deep down you know you’re aiming for a unreachable goal.

“Two minutes!” you respond, throwing your phone and lipstick into your bag. You’d met Liam about two months ago, a sweet boy who asked for your number at your work place. You said yes, met up for lunch one day and hit it off, and you’d been dating ever since. Things were pretty serious between the two of you, but throwing yourself in the deep end seems like the quickest way to get rid of the outlaw biker who refuses leave your mind.

Leaving the bedroom, you jog down the stairs, meeting your boyfriend at the bottom. You were about to go to meet some of Liam’s friends, the four of you going on a double date to the new diner in town. If someone would’ve told you a few months back that you’d be going on double dates and spending time with a completely different set of people, you never would’ve believed it.

“I’m just gonna fill up before we go get Tyler and Abby.” Liam turns into the gas station, pulling up at an available pump and stepping out to fill up the car. “You okay to go pay?”

You nod, grabbing the bills from Liam’s hand and undoing your seat belt, heading inside the store. Once you’ve paid for the fuel, you turn around, slamming straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry, love-” You look up, smiling shyly at the man, shock on his face once he realises who you are. “Jesus, (Y/N). If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Chibby.” You reply, letting the Scots man wrap you up in his arms, the familiar feeling making your heart clench. You pull back, your common sense kicking in. “Wait, is he with you?”

Before he can reply, the bell above the shop door signaling that someone has just walked in. You hear his voice before you see his face, a thousand and one emotions running through you. “Tig just called, he’s just been to-”

Jax finally reaches the two of you, his voice dying in his throat as he sees who his brother is standing with. His mouth opens and shuts as he stares at you, completely caught off guard.

“Hey, Jax.” you say calmly, hoping that if you act like you’re unaffected, it’ll convince the two men in front of you, even if you can’t convince yourself. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” He smiles at you, your knees just as weak as they were the day you first caught a glimpse of that smile, the smile that could bring you so much light, even on your darkest of days.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” You scold yourself for forgetting about your company, your boyfriend now making his way over to the three of you in concern. Once he reaches you, he stands by your side, slipping his arm around your waist, claiming his property like some kind of animal.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you respond, part of you wanting to rip Liam’s arm from around you, the expression on Jax’s face one of defeat, heartbreak. The same look you wore just months ago. “Pass my love on to everyone. See you around.”

You leave too quickly to receive a response, your partner trailing behind you, your mental state not feeling up to answering the pile of questions you’re bound to be asked once you get in the car.

You look back at the lost biker in the store, his eyes locked on yours as he watches you walk away from him, again. Only this time, he knows he has to bring you back to him, no matter what it takes.

You sigh in content as you sink into the bubbles, music playing lowly in the background as you take a well earned bath.

Today has been a long day, or at least it feels like it has. After bumping into pieces of your past life, the life you were trying to move on from, you had to deal with a relentless Liam, who wanted to know what your connection was to the murderous bikers in town. This then led to the two of you having a full blown argument. You’d jumped out of the car about thirty minutes out of town and refused to get back in, walking all the way back home.

You massage your temples as you soak, silently begging for your head to stop pounding, the pain making you feel physically sick. All you wanted was five minutes of peace from your overactive brain.

You feel like screaming when you hear the door knock loudly from downstairs, closing your eyes and deciding to ignore whatever company had decided to bother you.

After about fifteen seconds, you hear another series of knocks, more urgent this time. Cursing under your breath, you pull yourself out of the soapy water, quickly wrapping a towel around your body and heading downstairs, ready to release your wrath on whoever was behind the door.

Yanking it open, you see the last person you expect to be at your house. “Jax?”

He moves his sights up and down your body, you wishing you would’ve grabbed your dressing gown rather than a towel that barely reaches midthigh. Once he meets you eyes, you raise your eyebrows in question. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not.” he sighs, running his fingers through his undone locks. “Can I come in? Just give me five minutes. Please.”

Going against your better judgement, you hesitate, pulling the door open widely and letting him step inside. He smiles thankfully at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he walks inside.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?” you ask stiffly, wanting the man in front of you to know that you’re not going to take any shit. You’re not the same woman you were three months ago, and he can’t just turn up at your place and expect everything to be okay.

“I miss you, (Y/N).” he confesses, your eyes going as big as saucers as you debate whether you even heard him right. “I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go, and watching you walk away from me today-”

“Are you serious right now?” You watch as he swallow nervously, enjoying his discomfort. He looks down at the floor, sighing and shrugging his shoulders, like he knew that this was how you’d react.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me walking away from you when you told me I wasn’t strong enough for this life.“ you spit, all your pent up anger slowly making its way to the surface. “Didn’t care the second time when you humiliated me in front of the club by fucking that whore!”

“Babe, please just let me-” He knows better than to try and make some bullshit excuse, his sentence stopping once he sees the rage on your face.

“It wasn’t me walking away that got to you yesterday,” you seethe, “it was the fact that I’ve moved on. Found somebody beyond the one and only Jax Teller.”

He stand silent, his eyes heavy with unshed tears as you unload the pain and suffering you’ve had to hold in. You shake your head at him in disbelief, chuckling humourlessly. “You let me go, Jax. You broke my heart, and that’s all on you.”

Silent years slip down your cheeks as you hold your towel close to your chest, the fluffy material moving between your fingers and acting as some sort of security blanket, stopping you from completely falling apart.

“I know I don’t deserve you, (Y/N). I know it, hell, everybody knows it.” he says timidly, breaking the tense silence. He sniffs as you look at the floor, your tears falling as you refuse to meet his gaze. “But you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, the only girl I will ever love, and I hope that means something to you.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you try to hold in your sobs, the ache in his words chipping at your ice cold exterior, bit by bit. His white trainers step into your view, his figure so close you can smell his intoxicating scent. Just one whiff of him makes you want to forget everything and throw yourself in his arms. But that would be naive.

“I pushed you away, because I don’t want to see you end up like everybody else I love. Broken or dead.” He grabs your face in his large, rough hands, the image of him blurry as you try to blink away your tears, clear your view. “But without you, I see no end to this, (Y/N), no reason to carry on, to fight.”

His thumbs gently caress your skin, your body feeling more alive than it has in months. “I know it’s selfish, I’m a selfish man, but you’re the only thing that I’m certain about in this world.”

You feel like the air has been released back into your lungs when he locks his lips with yours, his hands fiercely cradling your face as you come alive under his touch. You’ve never felt something so passionate, so raw , in your life, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the place he hasn’t been allowed to go for months.

You’re both breathless as he pulls away, your heart begging you to join your lips back with his and never break apart. He presses his mouth against your forehead lovingly, one of your favourite things that he does, before he begrudgingly let’s you go, moving towards your front door.

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N). You know where to find me if you feel the same.”

A/N - Decided to end this on a bit of a cliff hanger/make up your own ending?! Thought it’d let you guys make your own interpretations individually :) hope you liked!! Xx

baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!

JUGHEAD’S POV

it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”

“yes”

“do you ever take that beanie off?” 

“no”

“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

Guilty Pleasure | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by taestylips

Summary: College au in which Taehyung is an annoying prankster but you’ve always sort of liked him.

Word Count: 8,243

Genre: Smut/fluff/college au

A/N: Idk what this is tbh but it was spurred by a convo I had with @yourcupoftae.

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TalesFromRetail: Clumsiest theft attempt ever

About a month ago, I was supervising our store’s slow self checkouts when a girl about 20 years old approached me, my first contact with customers in almost half an hour.

Girl: Excuse me…

Me: *snaps out of daydreaming* Hm? What’s up?

She seemed pretty nervous, like she wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking.

Girl: I was just wondering…. I mean last time we tried to use these… I’m not good with these, you know? So I was wondering if you could like…. *trails off awkwardly*

Me: It’s ok, they can be moody machines sometimes. Whenever you’re ready to check out I can help you with it, ok?

Girl: Ok. Thanks. *walks away*

I did not trust her at all at this point. She came back ~5 minutes later with a dude, 2 cases of cupcakes, and a 2 liter of pop. They walked to a self checkout furthest from me and scanned the 2 liter but didn’t set it down, so it wouldn’t let them proceed. I walked over towards them and let them know they had to set the stuff down after scanning it.

I lingered near them because it was all so sketchy, and after a few seconds of stalling she looked at me and said “we’ll be alright now, but thanks,” clearly asking me to go away. I humored her and went back to my podium but there was no way in hell I was taking my eyes off of them until they were paid up and gone.

As soon as I got to my podium, the guy gave a halfhearted glance around and set a box of cupcakes in a bag, pulled the bag off the rack, and tucked it in a dark corner of the bagging rack out of sight. Of course my handheld and their register were both screaming that there’s weight in the bagging area, but they were still trying to keep scanning as if nothing was wrong and seemed pretty upset it wasn’t working.

So then they called me over to them.

Me: *walks over to them* *without hesitation I pull the hidden cupcakes out of their hiding spot* Looks like you didn’t scan these. Might have missed the barcode or something. *scans the cupcakes and sets them down* You’re good now.

They scanned their other cupcakes then stood and talked for a few minutes. After a few minutes the girl left while the guy lingered and stared at the screen. He finally voided one thing off, then told me he wanted the whole order canceled.

I did so. He reached for the bags and said he’d take them back for me. I told him I’d take care of it, snatched up all the bags before he could grab them, and told him to have a great day. And then he left…

Maybe it was just a distraction for some of their cohorts, who knows, but if not that had to have been the worst attempt at shoplifting I’ve ever witnessed…

By: occipital_spatula

Tom Holland Imagine - Tulips

request: hey hey hey :) I have an idea that I really wanna read! Can you write tom holland and co-star reader which is pretty famous but very humble and nice? Tom just sees her as a piece of meat and flirts with her shamelessly. But reader gets annoyed by it bc she really likes her? After she gives him cold shoulder he understands his mistake bc he likes her too?? <3

a/n: i am aware that tom is probably not a dick like he appears in this fic in real life but just go with the story please and thank you, also hmu with some more requests

word count: 1278

Taking a swig from his bottle of beer, Tom eyed his co-star from the booth in the hotel function room, watching you sway to the music with your friends on the dance floor. His legs were spread wide in a cocky manner and one of his arms lay along the back of the booth, his other was bent upwards towards his mouth where the rim of his sixth bottle of beer that night rested on his bottom lip. Harrison was talking to him on his left but Tom wasn’t listening. He couldn’t stop staring at you. His eyes were fixed on you. The way your skirt was moving against your skin as you moved your hips to the beat of the dance track made Tom’s mouth water.

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Kanato Interview

Ok I’m more confident on Kanato because he speaks in proper structure lmao. But still, take it with a grain of salt. Again, thanks to @robot17 and @ameganelover for the scans. 

What is it that you are happiest doing?

Of course, being together with Teddy. Teddy will absolutely not betray me, and always listens to my stories properly. That girl, I wish she could be a doll like Teddy…then she would be more quiet than she is now, and I would love her more, right? I’d be happy. That’s why, I’ve decided to kill her and make her a doll after all. At that time, I will give her a beautiful dress to wear.

What is the most important thing to you?

There is nothing that’s important. …Well, that girl is absolutely necessary to satisfy my hunger. But she isn’t very important. It’s not very important to me, but it’s just the blood that is special. Please do not misunderstand. I get annoyed when I’m misunderstood…!

Of the triplets, Ayato and Laito, which one do you like?

I dislike both of them. Feeling a ‘like’ emotion, I never had that. They are always getting in my way, those people…! I hate it, I really hate it. Even when I am with that girl, they get in the way, even when I am sucking her blood…Just remembering it already pisses me off. Teddy is the only one who knows my feelings. I don’t need anything other than Teddy.

Do you have any memories that stand out about your mother?

When I sang, she always praised me. She would always say she wanted to hear more. That’s why, I would always do it…but singing makes me feel good, so it doesn’t mean I’m singing for my mother. That’s about it for memories of my mother.  

Tell us your favorite sweets!

It’s all sweets. Both sweets, cakes, puddings, cookies…I like them all. I cannot live without sweet things. That’s why, I also have many sweets made by that girl…But the blood of that girl is tastier than any sweets, and it satisfies my hunger. That’s why, I am satisfied that there is that girl.

Do you prefer older women? Or younger?

We are vampires, so we have nothing to do with age. Do you not even know this much? Please refrain from repeating such silly questions. …If a person’s blood is delicious…or not delicious…that’s it. Oh, but if the person will not become my doll, then it is useless.

What is your ideal blood sucking situation?

I want to suck the blood of that girl surrounded by plenty of sweets. That girl also eating lots of candy, to make her blood more and more sweet. Then, suck her blood…. I eat sweet candy, and then do it again. Fufu…what a great idea.

What do you think of Yui?

That girl just has special blood. There is no more meaning than that, is there? Please don’t be silly. …Still, that is why she has to stay by my side. She must always listen to what I say, and must be near me to satisfy my belly at any time. If she resists…I’ll kill her.

What is it you want to do the most now?

I would like to eat a lot of sweets with Teddy. Oh, but that girl could also be with us. When I am satisfied with the sweets, I can suck that girl’s blood, and be even more satisfied. Other than that, I don’t need anything.

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

Tears Are What Makes You Human

I’m the one they tell stories about.

Never more than a hushed voice, or a hurried whisper in passing, but I know. In my classes I always have at least one spot open on either side of me. In line at the cafeteria the older students look back to make sure they aren’t taking the last thing they think I might want. I know no one’s birth name, not even those I might consider a friend.

I know exactly when the change was too, in how my fellow students view me.

My dormmate had disappeared for a night before returning, pupils a little too slitted to not be like Them, but who was I to say anything? The change was not unusual at campus, and Hay had been more depressed than before anyway. Staying out late, carrying more candy than iron or salt.

No one said art majors weren’t already a little Lost.

We had never really gotten along greatly, but he had been a grounding presence for me, an easy source of chatter to draw me out of the math calculations that consumed me. I don’t know why I chose Elsewhere U as my university, seeing as I had planned on being a civil engineer, but I had been drawn into the beauty of it when I toured the campus. Our group of 15 had returned as a group of 16, but details.

After Not Hay had taken over, I noticed small things. Batteries missing from my calculators, thrown in the waste bin and covered with crumpled papers. All the fruit gone from our shared mini fridge, replaced with food that looked a little too ripe for the season. I started eating at the cafeteria more often after that. My side of the room was always left untouched, but I still left more ramen seasoning packets under my pillow and in my dresser. July had told me it was better to be safe than sorry, words that campus lived by.

Not Hay would try and help me with my homework sometimes in exchange for me playing a small tune my Nana had taught me on a fiddle that had been passed through generations, but they weren’t much help. I always told them I appreciated the effort though, a small nod of my head that could be interpreted as a bow.

But that’s not why I’m the one they tell stories about.

The finals for the first semester of the year had creeped up on me, resulting in many nights staying awake on at my desk fueled by nothing but energy drinks and cafe mochas as I worked on advanced quantum physics questions. I had just wanted to build bridges, not understand how the universe worked on a quark scale. I could tell I was upsetting Not Hay by the icy looks I felt on my back. Not that Not Hay slept.

I don’t remember how long I was in the library before, or how I got so far back in between the shelves of books whose names I couldn’t pronounce, but I had found a desk and an outlet, and honestly what more did a university student need as they crammed for their final that was worth 75% of their grade.

I had been working over the same problem for over an hour, several steps needed to find the final value but I was stuck on the very first one. I could have been muttering to myself, or maybe They had just sensed my panic. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in several days, even if I had seen Not Hay most of the time. Not Hay never seemed to speak while I was in the room, something I had been thankful for at the time.

“Are you alright?”

The voice had started me so badly I had marked up my paper with a twitch of my pen. I remember trying to find my voice, knowing it was rude to leave a question unanswered. The girl in front of me seemed to take my silence as an answer anyway. She had looked over my station of worn down pencils, crumpled up papers, and my long empty coffee mug I had taken to stabbing in distracted worry, intelligent eyes scanning my notes before looking at me again. Her freckles reminded me of constellations, the way they appeared and disappeared across her pale skin like stars.

“Are you happy?”

Her voice seemed to come from behind me, even as I was facing her. Looking back, she could have been trying to get me to make a deal with her, but at the time all I could do was cry. No one had asked me if I was happy for years, my family pushing me to follow the lineage of engineers before me and my classmates too caught up in their own studies to notice.

I didn’t answer again, instead letting my head fall to the desk as I sobbed. A cold hand was placed on the crown of my head cautiously. That was all the invitation I had needed before I had thrown myself at the girl and sobbed in her arms.

I missed my final.

Not that it would have mattered.

I had cried myself to sleep, for once not dreaming of failing out of school, but instead of a tall and spindly creature with hair as fine as spun silver and eyes as white as snow. They soothed me, the same voice as the girl from before ringing through my ears. When I woke up I was much closer to the entrance of the library than I had been before, my textbook and notebooks stacked neatly and my coffee cup gone.

I looked at my notes, unable to read anything.

I don’t know if it had been a curse for dirtying Their clothes with my tears, or a pitied gift meant to free me in exchange for my tears, but either way I grew to be grateful for it.

I switched majors after a brief conversation with a guidance counselor. I could still do everything up to basic calculus, and so decided I’d look at teaching careers instead. I had always liked children, and the small town at the bottom of the hill had opened a new primary school suddenly.

But that’s not why I am the one they tell stories about.

They tell stories about me because I had been given the Sight when the Fair One had taken my ability to cry.

I have been having lovely conversations with Not Hay lately. About riddles and dances, all smiles and twisted words as students hurry by us, pretending not to hear the hiss in our voices.

[x]

Wild thoughts - Jeff Atkins

A/N: this one  is based on the song wild thoughts by Rihanna. This one made me go crazy so I hope it has the same effect on you guys. Also big thank you for my girl @mleodicaprios​ for this awesome idea!

Word count: 1242

Enjoy!xxx

 I don’t know if you could take it
Know you wanna see me nakey, nakey, naked
I wanna be your baby, baby, baby

Another weekend, another party, another chance to drink away your sorrows. You were looking forward to this evening in particular. You met someone new in school, his name was Jeff. You accidently walked against him on your way to the classroom. When he gave you your books back he scanned you from head to toe, undressing you with his eyes and a grin appearing on his face. Jeff seemed like a challenge and that was just what you liked.

  White girl wasted on that brown liquor
  When I get like this I can’t be around you
  I’m too lit to dim down a notch
  ‘Cause I could name some thangs that I’m gon’ do

When you entered Jessica’s house you were feeling pretty confident, you were wearing you favourite high waist jeans where you knew your butt looked great in and an of the shoulder crop top. It was an understatement to tell you were feeling yourself. You went straight to the kitchen and poured yourself an extra strong Bourbon. You felt an arm swing around your shoulder and that pulled you closer. You looked next to you and saw it was Montgomery de la Cruz accompanied by, yes you guessed it right, Jeff Atkins. They were probably both trying to fix a drink. A couple months ago you had had a fling with Montgomery, but it was nothing special. Just a one time thing, you felt like he wanted more than just a nice make out and you didn’t need that.

“Looking good babygirl, any chance I’m getting some of that tonight?” He asked with a smirk. You took a sip of your cup not breaking eye contact with Montgomery before you said:

“I have other plans tonight, sorry babe.” Your gaze switched from Monty to Jeff. You saw a smirk appear on his face before you gave him a wink and walked of. Being around Jeff was dangerous and you liked it, so so much. You entered the living room and decided to join some of your friends who were dancing on a table. You really loved dancing, feeling the music, moving your hips. In between dances you fixed yourself some refills and you were starting to get drunk.

  Wild, wild, wild
  When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

You were dancing on a great Drake song when you saw Jeff entering the room. His gaze was wondering around the room went he found yours. You were looking him straight in the eyes while you were rolling around your hips in a very sensual way while slightly biting your lower lip. Your imagination was filled with all the wild things you wanted to do to him, and those were pretty nasty things. You couldn’t help but thinks how Jeff looked naked, he probably had and amazing body. You felt yourself getting a little wetter just by the thought of it. Jeff smiled at you while he rubbed the back of his neck, before he walked into the kitchen.

Jeff’s POV

  Ayy, I heard that pussy for the taking
  I heard it got these other niggas goin’ crazy

Jeff entered the kitchen and needed a drink after what he just witnessed. The girl had some serious moves. He didn’t understand why he didn’t see her before, she was the sexiest girl he ever seen. Honestly he just wanted to walk up to her and dance with her but he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous that he couldn’t handle her that’s why he was fixing some liquor confidence. In a strange way he felt attracted to her from the moment he saw her and this was his chance. He was pouring the liquor in when he overheard a couple guys talking.

“Dude, have you seen y/n dancing? And that ass thoooo”

“I know right, man that chick. She’s that type a girl you can’t fuck, she fucks you.”

“The first one to get her tonight get 50$?”

  Throw that ass back, bouquet
  Call me and I can get it juicy
  I can tell you’re gone off the D'usse


They all started to laugh and joke and that’s when Jeff knew it was time to make his move. He drank the whole thing in once and walked toward his target. When he entered the living room he saw you dancing on your own and damn those boys were right, you had a great ass. You were dancing even more flawless. He walked up to you from the back and whispered in your ear:

“You can’t seduce people like that in public babygirl.” While his movements started to synchronize with yours.

Y/N POV

  Careful mama watch what you say
  You talking to me like ya new bae
  Girl, talking to me like you tryna do things

Jeff was grinding up to you and that was exactly what you wanted. He was whispering some dirty things in your ear that’s how you knew you had him right were you wanted. You teased him extra hard when you suddenly felt his erection against your butt and to be honest it turned you on. You turned around so you were facing him.

“I can help you with your problem down there.” You whispered in his ear before you slowly kissed his earlobe. Jeff took you by your wrist and guided you upstairs. On the way you passed by some guys whose mouth fell agape. Jeff saluted them.

  White girl wasted on brown liquor
  I probably shouldn’t be around you
 ‘Cause you get wild, wild, wild
  You looking like there’s nothing that you won’t do
  Ayy, girl that’s when I told you

When the two of you entered the room Jeff locked it immediately and walked towards you like it was his last mission in his life. He started to kiss you heavily you pulled at his shirt zo he knew he had to take it off. You unbuckled his belt before you pushed him onto the bed. You started to undress very slowly, not breaking eye contact. You walked up to him and set down on his lap.

“No that’s not how we’re going to it, I’m going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Jeff said before turning the both of you around. You were surprised by his dominance, but you liked it.

“Okay daddy.” You moaned out.

Jeff placed you on the side of the bed, your ass facing him. he thrusted into you without warning. You arched your back as far as you could making Jeff moan louder and louder. You never experienced something like this. Jeff made you cum 3 times, nobody ever did that to you. You had to admit the boy had serious skills. When the two of you were finished you both collapsed onto the bed. You took a minute to catch your breath before you started to put your clothes back on.

“If you ever feel like doing this again, call me.” you said with a wink before leaving the room. Normally you weren’t the type to say those things but you knew there weren’t a lot guys that could give you this. When you close the door you hear something from the room.

“Oh I definitely will.” You heard Jeff say.

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Opposites attract- Jughead x Reader

Request: “Could you maybe do an imagine where Jughead falls for a really positive, popular, smart girl and because of theirs contrasting personalities they run into conflict before realizing they actually compliment each other perfectly? Thanks so much and I love what you’ve written so far!!”

A/N: I loved this idea! I tried not to make it too similar to what happened with Jughead and Betty but it ended up kinda similar, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jughead and reader are complete opposites which puts strain on their relationship when she invites him to a pep rally.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1'857

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Y/N Y/L/N. The golden girl of Riverdale. A straight A student, Rivervixen and friend to all. These were titles you had become accustomed to. You were popular, but not because people feared you like they did Cheryl, or because they idolised you like Veronica. You were popular because you were kind and funny and caring, and because nobody had a bad word to say about you. It was because of this that you were the sweetheart of Riverdale high. Many called you the perfect ‘Girl next door’ which you hated, but unfortunately were used to hearing.

Jughead Jones. The damaged, loner, outsider from the wrong side of the track. An introvert and writer for the Blue and Gold, somewhat obsessed with the murder of the late Jason Blossom, who sat tirelessly in Pop’s diner until the early hours of the morning, working on his novel. And of course, never seen without his signature grey beanie.

Jughead and you were polar opposites, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. He admired your goodness and innocence, despite all the secrets and lies Riverdale and everyone in it seemed to hold. He loved the way that you were always able to see the good in anyone and anything, which was something he had never been good at. Never had two people been more unalike, but this didn’t stop him falling for you, hard and fast. You and Jughead had met through mutual friends, and ever since he had been absolutely head over heels for you, and soon found out that you felt exactly the same way. As you had expected, people were absolutely flabbergasted when they found out about your’s and Jughead’s relationship, but you couldn’t care less. You were happy and that was all that mattered.

It was sometimes difficult for you and Jughead to find time to spend with one another. It was always either you tied up with cheerleading practice or school responsibilities, or him working on his novel or investigating Jason Blossom’s murder case. The two of you knew it would be tricky from the very start, but Jughead didn’t realise just how tricky it would be.


“Pop’s tonight?” Jughead asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you grabbed some books from your locker. “I can’t tonight Juggie I have the pep rally remember. I’m really sorry.” You said, turning around to face him. “Oh yeah, of course.” He replied, sounding somewhat disheartened. “Hey why don’t you come? I’m performing with the Rivervixens, I would love you to watch!” You suggested, giving him a huge grin. Jughead’s face contorted slightly, to show his distaste towards the idea. “I don’t know Y/N, a pep rally isn’t really my scene.” He admitted. You frowned slightly, although you knew school activities were something Jughead wasn’t overly comfortable with, you still wanted him to come and support you. “Please Juggie” you whined “Kevin is watching too, you can go with him, and then we could go to Pop’s afterwards?” A long sigh escaped Jughead’s mouth as he rolled his eyes before allowing a small smirk to creep onto his lips. “Okay fine” he said in defeat “as long as you’re treating.” You smiled that bright smile that Jughead could never resist. “Yay! Thank you Thank you Thank you!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Jughead’s neck and peppering his face with kisses, making him giggle. “Damn it, why can I never say no to you?” He joked.


Kevin and Jughead sat in the bleachers, the rain soaking through their clothes. Jughead appeared very uncomfortable and had to remind himself that he was here for the sake of his girlfriend, as Kevin Keller talked his ear off about how 'dreamy’ Moose looked in his football uniform. You caught sight of Jughead in the crowd as you walked out in your Rivervixen outfit, ready to perform the routine you’d been rehearsing for months now. You flashed him a grin and waved with your pom-pom. He smiled back awkwardly making you chuckle, before you assumed your position to begin. The routine went swimmingly and once it ended you looked over to where you had previously seen your boyfriend. You couldn’t seem to spot him through the crowd, as the Rivervixens had once again evoked a standing ovation. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as your eyes scanned the bleachers for him whilst trying to blink the rain drops from your long lashes. Nope. 'Maybe he’s just gone to the toilet or something’ you thought, but your thoughts were interrupted by your friends; Betty and Veronica. “Well done Y/N you killed it girl, as per usual!” Veronica stated, embracing you tightly. “Thanks V, you too.” You told her, and you were ushered over to sit on the front seat of the bleachers beside her and Betty and the rest of the Vixens.

The game finally came to an end, the Bulldogs taking the lead at the last minute, thanks to none other than your friend; Archie Andrews. Everyone shot out of their seats to congratulate him and the rest of the team on their big win. You on the other hand were still curious to where your boyfriend Jughead could have disappeared to. You tried your hardest to find him, but the now pounding rain and excited crowd made it almost impossible. You spotted a mop of ginger hair in the crowd and made your way over. “Congrats Arch!” You said, throwing your arm around the proud Bulldog. “You haven’t seen Jughead, have you?” You asked, Archie began to shake his head slowly. “Nope, don’t think so, sorry Y/N.” You congratulated him once more before searching the crowd again, looking for Jughead but instead bumping into Kevin. “Y/N you were amazing!” He mused enthusiastically. “Thanks Kev, erm, do you know where Jughead is?” Kevin’s face dropped from his usual smile to a much more serious face, making your heart drop into the bottom of your sneakers. “Just before you finished your routine he just got up and left, without a word. I’m sorry Y/N I tried to stop him!” Kevin told you. A frown found it’s way onto your face, making you feel somewhat hurt that you boyfriend had somewhere more important to be. “Oh ok” you said, your eyes finding the ground. “Well I suppose I better go find him, I’ll see you later Kev.” You said, giving him a half hearted smile and turning to run in the direction of the one place you knew Jughead would be.

You stepped through the heavy metal door, surrounded by bright lights, into the familiar warmth of Pop’s diner. The place had a familiar smell in which you found comfort, and the soft music that played from some invisible speaker was always relaxing. You spotted Pop at the desk and stepped over to him. “Hey Pop, has Jughead been by tonight?” You questioned. He pointed his pen to Jughead’s usual table in the corner where you could just make out a figure leaning against the window. “He’s been here for the last couple of hours. Hasn’t even been writing tonight, just sitting.” You thanked Pop and walked over slowly to see clear as day, Jughead Jones sitting at the table, his beanie-less head resting against the window, a small cup of black coffee on the table in front of him. He must have sensed your presence, or seen you out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head to see you, before turning back to fix his gaze to his coffee cup. You sighed, the concern inside you growing even more. “Jug what’s going on?” You asked him gently, sliding into the booth beside him. He stayed silent for a few seconds and you thought maybe he was giving you the silent treatment, before he mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/N.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” This made him raise his head finally, to look at you again. “Sorry I left” his voice was somewhat raised this time which you had not expected. “I watched you out there and it just made me realise how different we really are. It’s not going to work out and we both know it!” He told you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “W-what?” You muttered. “Come on Y/N. Why are we even trying? You’re the golden girl who everybody loves, who dances at pep rallies and gets straight A’s. I’m the loner with a dead beat dad who came from the wrong side of the track. Who are we trying to kid here? How long can this really last?” You weren’t sure where this outburst came from, but it sounded like something that Jughead had been thinking about for a very long time. “Has it ever occurred to you just how different we really are?” He said, lowering his voice this time, in fear of attracting attention to you both. His words hurt, and you couldn’t pretend otherwise. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and Jughead realised this was the first time he’d ever seen you cry. You’d always been so positive, so happy, and he hated that he’d been the one to hurt you.

You were almost speechless, but managed a small “But I love you Jug.” Your voice sounded so small and so weak as you imagined a life without Jughead in it. The thought was almost unbearable to you. “I don’t care about any of that, I love you.” You said again, and this time your hands made their way to either side of Jughead’s face. His eyes closed and you could see that he too was trying to hold back tears. His hand found its way up to yours, and he let out a shaky breath. “I can’t wake up every morning wondering why you’re with me, or worrying that you’ll leave me one day for a member of the football team. Someone who watches your pep rallies, and takes you to school dances.” He admitted. Your heart suddenly shattered as this boy revealed to you his insecurities and fears. You realised that he hadn’t been saying all this to upset you, but because he was scared of losing you.

“Jughead why can’t you see that none of that matters to me. You’re my boyfriend and I want to be with you!” You told him, and you noticed the smallest smile creep onto his face. You pulled his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss, before placing your forehead against his. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m just scared of losing you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I just got scared you know.” He admitted. You have him a sympathetic look. “I love you Jughead Jones, no difference between us is going to change that.” You buried your head into his shoulder, your hands intertwined beneath the table. “I love you too Y/N, and you know what that say, opposites attract.”


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