#beth cassidy x fem reader

[bumblesimagines]

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Beth Cassidy

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader

You could feel the music blaring through the speakers vibrate through your body in a way that should've been overwhelming, but the booze in your system made it sound distant and muffled. You hardly remembered the name of the guy you danced with, his age, or even where he'd come from. You'd long lost sight of Riri, Addy, and Beth, though you doubted they'd gone far. You were certain if you looked, you'd find Riri in some random guy's lap or Beth making someone's life miserable while Addy watched on. You only cared about the music and the way you moved against the stranger. 

New yet familiar hands landed on your hips and you opened your eyes, staring into that blue color you'd grown to love. Beth's dark-colored lips stretched out into a smile, too wide to be real, eyes too cold to be happy. It almost sobered you instantly, the party vibe evaporating from your body. You instinctively leaned into her, bare arms wrapping around her shoulders. "Come on, it's time we go, princess." She just about hissed in your ear and you nodded, sparing a glance and a wave toward the puzzled guy. 

Beth's dress glimmered in the dim lighting, twinkling with every step and sway of her hips. She kept an iron grip on your wrist as she led you out of the rundown apartment, away from jeering men old enough to be your fathers, and into the cold night air. Beth seemed immune to the cold, possibly too distracted rummaging through her purse for her keys to notice, but goosebumps immediately rose along your arms. You glanced around the parking lot in search of the other two girls, spotting Riri near a bush vomiting out every she'd had eaten throughout the day, which was never much to begin with. Addy held back her long hair, her nose crinkled in disgust, and her mouth forming comforting words. 

"Don't," Beth spat angrily when she noticed you about to call them over. "I don't need her puking all over my seats."

"Did something happen? What's wrong? Was it a guy?" You asked, stumbling over your heels as you moved closer to her. Beth's jaw tensed and she shook her head, her brown perfectly curled waves swinging around. You cupped her face and stared into her eyes as if she'd tell you everything with one look. She wouldn't, even if she expected you to tell her every single secret of yours. But that was Beth. Your captain. Your girl. Your best friend.

"It's always a fucking guy, isn't it? Ruining shit for everyone else? And if it's not a guy, it's fucking fetus and her swinging ponytail." She laughed humorlessly and ran her hands through her hair, tussling up the look she'd carefully put together. Tacy hadn't been at the party but she had a way of fucking things up even from a distance. She and her side chick-turned-wife mother. Always putting Beth in a bad mood. "It was that fuckwad you were dancing with. Seeing you with him... it made me so mad. I can't explain the feeling."

"What do you mean? Did you want him? You could've told me, Beth. You know I don't care." You murmured, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks, her skin slowly turning a soft shade of pink. "He wasn't even a good dancer." 

She laughed again, this time genuinely, and shook her head. "He wasn't my type. I... I didn't want you dancing with him, 'kay? You're my girl. You dance with me. Eyes on me, always, remember? You never take your eyes off your captain, (Y/N). Never."

"Addy got to dance with some loser, Beth. Why can't I do that?" You practically slurred your words and her hands returned to your hips to steady you. Riri straightened up and Addy went to release her hair until she suddenly bent over and threw up again. Her hangover would be killer. 

"Because- Because Addy's not my girl in the same way you are. You're not just my best friend, you're my..." She trailed off, her words catching in her throat. Beth clamped her mouth shut and unlocked her jeep, pulling herself out of reach and throwing the door open to toss her purse and yours inside. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything. Just get in the car."

"Beth-"

"Get your ass in the car or I'm leaving you here."

[gorgeys]

Who I Write For

FEMALE CHARACTER X FEM!READER ONLY

TV/Movies

Euphoria 

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Lexi Howard

Rue Bennett

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

The Boys

Queen Maeve

Starlight/Annie January

Victoria Neuman

(seasons 1-3)

Scream 5-6

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Jennifer’s Body

Jennifer Check

D.C. Universe

Harley Quinn

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Lena Luthor

Elite

Carla Roson

Nadia Shanaa

Rebeka Parrilla

Lucrecia Montesinos

Cayetana Grajera

La Casa de Papel/Money Heist

Tokyo

Nairobi

Wolf of Wall Street

Naomi Lapaglia

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

The Fall of the House of Usher

Camille L'espanye

Tamerlane Usher

Madeline Usher

Barbie

Basically all the Barbies

Gloria

Killing Eve

Villanelle

Eve Polastri

Glee

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Brittany S. Pierce

Mercedes Jones

Tina Cohen-Chang

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Olivia Hanan

Ruby Matthews

Aimee Gibbs

Rebelde

Emilia Alo

MJ

Andi Agosti

Jana Cohen

Dare Me

Addy Hanlon

Beth Cassidy

Collette French

Clueless

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

OBX

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Celebrities

Little Mix

Alexa Demie

Sydney Sweeney

Zendaya

Margot Robbie

Madison Beer

Dua Lipa

SZA

Megan Thee Stallion

Beyonce

Megan Fox

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Industry Plant"

In professional wrestling, there is something known as a "planted fan" or a "plant"---those are people that pose as fans in the audience and are put in the crowd on purpose.

During the late 1990's, a lot of those women in the audience that Triple H would ask to flash their breasts were planted fans.

Some of those Nitro Girls on WCW started off as planted fans, and there have been many professional wrestlers who got their starts as planted fans---such as Kurt Angle, Steve Blackman, Santino Marella, and Beth Phoenix.

There's also the infamous "stunt grannies"--which are elderly women in the audience standing in front row and will try to jeer at a wrestler.

And before you made your World Wrestling Federation debut, you started off as a planted fan.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired in May 1996, the camera filmed a shot of the audience and slowly zoomed in closer towards you standing in the crowd, where you were wearing a Monday Night Raw shirt and your hands holding a sign above your head.

As you held this sign above your head, your mouth grinned and smiled and your body danced and bounced a little bit, bouncing up and down and shaking your hips side to side.

Shawn Michaels was sitting at the commentary table when the camera was zooming in closer to you.

"Look at her!" Shawn gleefully mentioned in the microphone attached to his headphones with a smile on his face. "Isn't she a beaut?!"

He was referring to you as the camera was zooming in closer to you.

Shawn wasn't shown on camera when he brought you up on commentary and asked about your beauty, but he was heard.

The camera then eventually faded away and filmed almost all of the fans in the audience, however the camera was filming these fans above their heads and filming them several inches away from their heads.

Being a planted fan is fun, but was it better for you to begin as a planted fan or make your debut as a valet for Hunter Hearst Helmsley?

Not to mention, even though you love it if Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley or even Brian Pillman were on commentary lusting over you while you were a planted fan, Leif Cassidy was a wrestler during this time you were a planted fan, and Leif's gimmick was probably a 1970's teen idol/heartthrob, considering his name is a mashup of 3 70's teen idols.

Considering Leif Cassidy was completely stuck in the 70's, and a popular genre and term for certain television shows in the late 1970's was "jiggle TV"---television shows that featured women in skimpy outfits (often going braless) bouncing around and their breasts would jiggle, examples being "Charlie's Angels", "Three's Company" and "Wonder Woman" with Lynda Carter---there could've been a shot of you in the audience bouncing around wearing a T-shirt albeit going braless underneath it and Leif could've been on commentary where he leers at you with a grin on his face as the camera zooms in closer to you, where he says he hasn't seen women bounce like that since "Charlie's Angels" and "Three's Company".

Granted, Shawn and Hunter are better looking than Leif, and Leif has bad hair days sometimes.

(I actually want to say this...I typed this jiggle TV fanfic where the fem reader is wearing a replica of a gown the women on "Charlie's Angels" wore and she bounces around in this outfit in front of Leif Cassidy, I had thought of typing a fanfiction where the fem reader is a planted fan in the audience bouncing around and she's going braless under her top and Leif Cassidy is on commentary happily staring at her and making 70's jiggle TV references, but I wasn't sure what to type since the person I wanted fanfic advice for wasn't there to talk with me).

You wish you could've been one of those planted fans that flash their bare breasts at male wrestlers, but in 1996, the World Wrestling Federation was still mostly very family friendly and kid friendly.