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mavsstar · 2 years ago

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𝑀𝑦 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑃𝑒𝑎

Summary ︱Mr. Levinson lives right next door to you, the sweet, innocent college girl. Little do you know that you're Mr. Levinson's favorite neighbor. He's there every chance you need the slightest of help, maybe a little too much.

Pairings︱Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Innocent!Fem!Reader, Robert Pronge x Innocent!Fem!Reader

W.C︱4k

Warnings︱18+ MINORS DNI, Trailer Park AU, it's pretty tame for right now, pet names (Sweet Pea),cursing, reader is scared of Pronge, masturbation (m!) and I think that is all the warnings. Let me know if I missed any!

Author's note︱I am very excited for this series :) This is set around the 90s just because I feel like it fits better with the idea I have going on in my head. It has been awhile since I've written anything so I'm hoping it's not too terrible. I hope you will enjoy this! Feedback is appreciated! Follow my side blog and turn on post notifications :D

“Did you see Mr. Levinson today?” your Mother’s friend, Valerie, asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Nope,” you instantly responded. “Have you?”

“Already got my dose of that sexy man.” She smirked while winking at you.

Ari Levinson towered everyone he’s ever met. He stood at a proud 6'6. It was hard to miss the luscious brown locks that fell over his face and the cerulean blue eyes that you could never find your way out of. His beard adorned his jaw and hid the pump rose colored lips he held.

Even when he was doused in motor oil and dirt he was still a beautiful man. He was your neighbor and very well known at the trailer park. Ari was a woman’s walking wet dream come to life.

“He’s already up?” you asked as your eyes bulged out of your head. “It’s like 6 in the morning.”

“Of course he’s up, he’s having his morning coffee.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Only you would know that stalker.”

“It’s not stalking Y/N, it's called being an astute observer,” she retorted. “That’s besides the point, shouldn’t you be heading out by now?”

“I should be but…” you started to answer, looking out the window cautiously, “I have a feeling you know who is outside.”

“If you don’t leave now you’ll be late for work which by the way is in 20 minutes,” she reminded you, pointing towards the clock.

“Please don’t remind me.” You internally groaned as you threw your head back and rubbed your eyes.

After a few moments you finally decided to lift yourself from the couch and head your way out. Goosebumps arose on your arms as you opened the front door. You hated this kind of weather, you couldn’t be without a sweater in the morning but by 3pm you’d be sweating like a dog. You shrugged on your brother's jacket, not bothering to zip it up and closed the front door.

Just as you predicted, the person you dreaded seeing most was standing right outside, Mr. Pronge.

Robert Pronge was your neighbor and lived right across from you. Ever since you moved in he formed the bad habit of staring at you and hitting on you like there’s no tomorrow. From what you heard he was a sick sadistic bastard who liked to torture girls with pleasure. He’s had many lovers enter the trailer but seemingly none of them come back.

You didn’t like the way he makes you feel. It felt like a hungry lion stalking its predator, ready to pounce at any moment’s notice. At the same time you couldn’t help but feel hot. Everytime he was near you, your heart raced from the fear and you felt a pulse in between your legs.

“Morning Princess!” Mr. Pronge called out from his front lawn.

“Good morning Mr. Pronge!” You greeted back but only to be polite. You tried to avoid looking too much at him and instead looked towards the ground.

You heard shoes beating against the ground and you prayed with all your heart that it was someone else running. Luck was not on your side that morning. When you looked up it was the one and only Mr. Pronge.

“Where are you going Princess?” he asked. His breath was minty fresh even though his appearance would say otherwise.

“To work,” you bluntly replied, trying to open your car door.

“Aw Princess, don’t be like that,” he cooed. Once you did get your car door open, he immediately slammed it closed, almost smashing your finger in the process. “I’ll give you a ride. Come on, let's go.”

“I appreciate the offer Mr. Pronge but I can take myself,” you insisted while attempting to reopen your car door.

“Princess…” he warningly said.

Mr. Pronge didn’t like it when people told him no. The word no did not exist in his world.

“I said I’ll give you a ride.”

“Leave her alone Robert!” Ari yelled from his porch, causing the both of you to turn around. “She’s probably late for work!”

Mr. Pronge sighed as he stepped back in defeat. “I’ll take you next time Princess.”

You internally groaned at his comment. He could never leave you alone. Every morning he would play this game with you. On the bright side, you were one of the very few people allowed to tell him no and get away with it.

“Thank you Mr. Levinson!” you yelled as you got in the car.

“Anytime!” Ari walked over to Robert after you drove off. Though his eyes never peeled off from you the entire time.

“You’re always in my way,” Robert playfully commented.

Ari chuckled at the jab. Ari always had to save you from him every morning without fail. “Rob, how many times have I told you to leave the poor girl alone?” He asked as he brought his cup of coffee to his lips.

“I will never leave her alone,” he answered with a proud smirk. “Not until I make her mine.”

“Oh please! You’re old!” Ari jabbed at him. “She’s going to want a hot 20 year old guy not some 40 year old.”

“Her father was not present in her life.”

“What does that have to do with anything?!” Ari asked, confused at Robert’s statement.

“The girl has major daddy issues, Ari,” Robert said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “All I gotta do is caress her a bit, say sweet nothings in her ear and bam! She will fall in love with me.”

“Do that and she will call the cops on you.”

“I’d like to see her try,” Robert remarked as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Besides, why do you care?”

“Because her mother is really starting to get concerned and-”

“Oh that's why you’re concerned!” Robert hooted. “You want to fuck the mom!”

“I do not want to have sex with her mom,” Ari declared with a serious tone. “The woman is stressed enough and I feel bad for her and I feel bad for the girl. I see her peek her head out of the door every morning to avoid you.”

“Ari?”

“Yes Rob?”

“Mind your business.”

The following morning was the same dreadful routine. You were trying to stall, not wanting to face Mr. Pronge though you knew he would be there. He always was. Even when you would try to leave at an earlier time. It’s like he would sleep there and wait for you.

Your mother shoved your car keys in your hand. “Sweetie, you need to go now before you’re late.”

“But what if he’s out there?” you asked with a slight hint of fear.

“Is he still bothering you?!” she questioned, her overprotectiveness coming out. “I’ve had enough, I’m going out there.”

“No! No! No!” you instantly said, jolting your hands out to stop her from taking another step. “Please don’t say anything. Mom please!”

Your pleads were granted. She stayed still as she squinted at the window, sending a silent threat to Mr. Pronge.

“Fine,” she said. “But If I hear or even get the feeling, I’m going to rip his nutsack and his stupid smirk off of him.”

“Wow,” you said with your eyes bulging out in shock.

“Sweetie, you’re too nice and a little bit–how can I put this?” she sarcastically questioned herself as she tilted her head to the side. “Oh yeah, you’re naive.”

“I am not naive,” you muttered under your breath, offended.

“Yes you are,” she said as she was walking out of the living room. “Now go to work!”

You grabbed your bag from the couch and swung it over your shoulder. Your hand went on the doorknob, turning it to open the door. You peek your head out to see if you’re one and only was out there waiting for you.

“He’s not there Sweet Pea!” Ari exclaimed. “You’re safe, you can come out!”

“Thanks!” you yelled from the door, fully stepping out. You confidently walked over to your car, happy Mr. Pronge wasn’t outside to terrorize you. Your happiness was soon cut off when you saw a complete flat tire.

“Dang it!” you cursed to yourself. You peered down at your watch, it was 6:41 A.M. You were trying to calculate how much time it would take to go on the bus and you heard the dreadful sound of boots hitting the road.

“Oh no,” you internally whined.

“Got a flat, Princess?” Mr. Pronge sarcastically asked. “I’ll give you a ride.”

Ari quickly stepped in. “Robert no.” You didn’t even hear him walk over to you. You looked at Ari in shock and sent a cry for help at the same time. “Leave her alone.”

“She needs a ride, I’m giving her a ride. What is the problem?” he challenged, taking a step closer to him.

“You’re not taking her.”

Robert straightened his back and puffed his chest out. “And why not?”

“Because I’m taking her. She was just getting something from her car.” Ari grabbed your bag from your hand and placed his hand on your lower back. “Lets go Sweet Pea,” he said as he guided you to his car, opening the door for you and handing you back your bag.

Robert stood in shock. Ari was taking you. And you let him. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed, he was just wondering how he did it. That lucky bastard.

The inside of his truck was bigger than you ever imagined. It was dirty and there were oil stains everywhere you looked. Wrenches were scattered across the floor along with bolts and lug nuts. The only thing that was almost impeccable was the air freshener hanging off the rearview mirror but there were five oil stained fingerprints on it.

“Thank you for the ride Mr. Levinson, you didn’t have to take me. I could've taken the bus.”

“Don’t even mention it Sweet Pea,” Ari said. “Plus I don’t think you wanted to ride with Rob now did you?”

“No,” you answered as you shook your head. “He scares me.”

“He scares you?” Ari repeated, barely shocked.

“Mhm,” you confirmed with a small hum. “He’s really big and mean. Everyone says he’s the nicest to me and if that’s true I don’t want to see him when he’s mad.”

“It’s true, he’s the nicest to you.” Ari found it weird when Robert wouldn’t constantly yell at you like he did with other people but he can see why. You’re the sweetest thing ever.

“Is that all?”

“Mr. Pronge used to bring women and–and they would come out screaming and crying. It frightened me.”

Robert used to bring women over all the time. They wouldn’t last for too long. They would run out of the house screaming all kinds of profanities after 3 weeks. You’ll never forget the moment a woman came to your house and asked if you had anything sharp. You gave her one of the knives from the kitchen. 5 minutes later the word asshole was embedded on the side of his car in big, bold letters.

You’ll also never forget the time another woman came to your trailer. She screamed while she banged on the door like a madman. When you opened the door she had red hand prints on her body and a barely carved ‘R’ on her exposed hip. She asked you to hide her because he was coming. Sure enough a minute later Mr. Pronge came, demanding you to show him where she was hiding. Luckily your brother was there to kick him out.

He could see why you were scared. Hell even that scared him a couple of times. For some reason Ari didn’t like the thought of you being scared. Hell, he could barely deal with the fact how uncomfortable Mr. Pronge made you.

When you approached the building Ari parked the car and exited out, lightly jogging over to your side and opening your door for you. He held out his hand to you to help you out of the truck, your hand delicately gripped his and he could feel the rush of dopamine releasing in his body.

“Thank you again Mr. Levinson!” you beamed with a bright smile. You raised yourself on your tippy toes and slightly bounced to place a thank you kiss on his cheek.

An unexplainable warmth rushed through him. The action was short and sweet but it made him feel weak in the knees. He would get cheek kisses from women quite a lot but it never felt like this.

“Anytime Sweet Pea.” He felt himself staring at your eyes for a little bit too long. He forced himself to look anywhere else for a brief second, making sure you didn’t grow uncomfortable. “What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Oh it’s okay Mr. Levinson, I can take the bus or have my brother pick me up.”

“Are you sure?” he asked you again.

You nodded your head. “Thank you again! You’re a lifesaver.”

“Don’t even mention it,” he waves off.

You muttered a small goodbye to Mr. Levinson before taking off into the diner. He watched you go in with a small smile on his face.

Even though this was your first real interaction, he knew he wasn’t going to get enough of you. You were the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. The whole way back he thought of you. You were like a deadly plague in his mind. A beautiful, rose scented, warm plague.

Luckily your brother was able to pick you up after he got off of work. The next bus was going to come within another hour. When your brother picked you up, he was agitated.

“What happened to your tire?” your older brother asked, not amused at all.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I went outside this morning and it had a flat.”

“I helped Mr. Levinson changed the tire, it had 4 nails,” he said in a matter of fact one. “4.” he repeated as he held four fingers in the air.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly apologized.

“You need to pay more attention where you’re driving.”

“I didn’t mean to drive over the nails. There weren’t even any when I drove yesterday!” you protested. “I only drove to the library which is 2 minutes away.”

“So they magically appeared?” he sarcastically asked. “Just pay attention please.”

“I will.”

“You left your bus pass on the table this morning. How did you get to work? ” he questioned you. “Mr. Pronge didn’t take you, did he?” He turned to glance at you with a worried look.

“No, Mr. Levinson did,” you told your brother.

“Did you make it on time?” He quickly glanced at you again, “because you are horrible at giving directions.”

“Hey!” you barked at him. “I am not horrible at giving directions.”

“Yes you are.”

“Well lucky for me I didn’t even have to tell him, he already knew where to go,” you responded, “sure did save me the hassle.”

“Did you thank him?”

“Of course I did, I’m not rude,” you responded, half hurt he would think that of you.

The rest of the ride was short but your brother took the remaining 4 minute drive to lecture you once again to pay attention. You tried to zone him out but he would snap at you, telling you to listen. You knew he did it to annoy you, it was simply too easy to annoy you.

When you arrived at home, you jumped out of the car to look at the tire. Sure you had no idea what you were even looking at but it never hurt. You bent down to look at it and you noticed one thing. It wasn’t patched up like before. It was brand new.

“Are you coming in?” your brother asked you.

You turned to look at him. “Yeah, I just have to do something really quick.”

“Don’t take too long, I’ll be done cooking in 10 minutes.”

“I promise,” you told him before he went inside.

You took out a sticky note, a pen and 50 dollars that took you 4 days to earn. You used the hood of your car as a desk and wrote a sweet but short thank you on the sticky note. Afterwards you walked over to his house and placed it under the surprisingly alive flower pot he had on his front porch.

The both of you didn’t see each other for almost 2 days. You got overwhelmed with work that you barely were in the house. It wasn’t until Ari caught you late at the laundromat.

“Sweet Pea?”

You turned around at the sound of your name. “Oh hi Mr. Levinson,” you greeted him with a huge smile.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked you though he could barely pay any attention to you at the moment. You wore a thin pastel pink cardigan with a pearly white nightgown that had a bow at the valley of your breasts.

“I forgot to do my laundry this morning and I didn’t have time so I came here after work,” you told him.

“Isn’t it a little late to be working?” he questioned you.

“I’ve been picking up other shifts at work,” you said, “it doesn’t help having the extra money.”

“Speaking of money,” he began to say as he took out the fifty you gave him from his front pocket of his flannel, “you left this on my porch.”

“Yeah it’s for you,” you innocently said, “I noticed the tire is brand new and I’m 90% sure my brother forgot to pay you.”

“It’s your money, I’m not taking it. Here.” He passed the money back to you but you refused.

“Keep it, you changed my tire and I’m paying you for your service.”

“I really can’t—”

“Please,” you begged him with puppy eyes.

You pulled at his heartstrings. It agonized him, he didn’t want to take your money but he also didn’t want to make you sad. But he kept it anyway and stuffed it back into the front pocket of his flannel.

“What are you doing here so late?” you asked him as you bent down and took out your now dry clothes.

His eyes peered down for a quick second and he saw the nightgown riding up, revealing your baby blue panties. His throat went dry and he fought hard to keep his gaze up but it found itself looking back down.

“I–I realized I forgot to wash my work clothes.”

“I hate when that happens.” You came back up after you pulled out the last piece of clothing. “Then I’m stuck getting yelled at by the manager when I come in with the wrong clothes.”

Ari chuckled to avoid an awkward silence. Really it was to refrain himself from stuttering or making a fool out of himself. In his head he wanted to compliment you and how pretty your nightgown was but the words wouldn’t leave the tip of his tongue.

He took a deep breath before he spoke. “You look pretty in your nightgown,” he quickly muttered out.

Your eyes lit up at his compliment. “Thank you Mr. Levinson. It’s pretty but I don’t think I’ll keep it.”

“Why’s that?”

“It always rides up and by morning it’s all the way up here,” you pointed to your upper stomach.

Oh what he would give to be a fly in the room in the morning. He quickly changed the conversation, it was obvious you were too oblivious to what you were doing to him. Your sweet voice and innocence were driving him insane but he loved it, he secretly wanted more.

The both of you left the laundromat 40 minutes later. He insisted on carrying your basket for you. You both walked side by side. You were busy trying to keep up with him while he was busy looking down at your breasts.

“Thank you for carrying my basket Mr. Levinson,” you thanked him as you took your basket from him when you got to your front porch.

“Anytime Sweet Pea.”

You kissed his cheek once again to seal your thank you. “Sweet dreams Mr. Levinson.”

“Sweet dreams honey,” he repeated to you.

Ari was in a rush to get back to his trailer but a dear beloved friend was waiting for him.

“Well would you look at that?” Robert sarcastically asked him. “She gave you a kiss on the cheek.”

“Not now Robert,” Ari pleaded, dying to get back into his place.

“What’s the big rush to get back home?” Robert crossed his arms as he smirked, “I see you’re sporting a hard on. Surely it can’t be because of her. Right?”

“Oh shut your trap.”

“It is, isn't it?!” he gawked.

“No it’s not!” Ari protested.

“Oh really?” Robert Challenged as he squinted his eyes.

“I was about to get lucky with Kim before she came into the laundromat and interrupted us,” Ari quickly lied.

“So you waited for her to be done then walked her back?” Robert questioned Ari.

“Of course I did,” he scoffed, “otherwise she would’ve ran into you. Not to mention she’s terrified of you, fuckin’ creep.”

“Whatever. She wants me, I know it,” Robert boasted.

“Yeah in jail.”

Robert rolled his eyes and walked back to his trailer while Ari walked back into his. He immediately locked the door behind him and dropped the basket on the floor.

“Oh thank god,” Ari hissed as he unzipped his painfully tight pants.

His cock was rock hard and had been for the past 20 minutes. The pants barely gave him any friction and if anything, made it worse. He palmed himself through his boxers and moaned in relief.

All he can think about is you in the short nightgown and how he’s never been this hard before. Sure he’s been turned on but it was nothing compared to this. It was like he was a horny spazzy teenager all over again.

He freed his cock from his boxers and sharply inhaled at the impact of the cold air. The tip of his cock was bright red and oozing with precum. He used his thumb to spread his precum and use it as lube.

His eyes screwed shut in bliss when he began pumping up and down. He tried to think of the porn he watched three days ago but instead you kept popping up. He imagined you being here with him, helping him out.

“Does that hurt?” you ask him as you point to his angry, leaking cock.

“It does Sweet Pea,” he rasped out.

“Was it because of me?” you innocently ask him as you bat your lashes.

“Yes,” he admits.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you apologize to him. “Let me help you,” you tell him as you take his cock into your tiny, warm hand.

“Oh Sweet Pea,” he moans out.

“You’re s-so bi-big,” you sputter out, slowly pumping him up and down. “Does that feel better?”

He doesn’t have the strength to talk so instead he nods eagerly. “G-Go a little bit faster.”

You obey him and start pumping faster. His moans fill the room as he gets lost in the pleasure you’re giving him. Your hand is cramping but you don’t care, anything to make him feel good.

“Sweet Pea, I-I’m about to cum,” he warns you.

You get down on your knees while you still pump him. “Let it all go,” you seductively say as you open your mouth.

Ari was brought back to reality when his high overtook him and he orgasmed. It was so intense his thighs started to shake. He continued pumping and pumping until he got too sensitive he had to stop.

He stood there with his cum dripping down his hand and secretly wishing you were there to help clean it all up. The realization had hit him hard, he needed you.

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woofwoofwolf · 2 years ago

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REPUTATION

Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Hobie masterlist: [link]

Summary: Hobie Brown has earned a reputation as one of the toughest punks around. As his new girlfriend you dont dare mess with it.

Notes: alt reader but make it pink and pastels, fem! Reader (she/her pronouns), hurt/comfort, reader has an anxiety/ panick attack, Hobie is a little clueless, new relationship, I'm neurodivergent and this is from my experiences in these settings, so can be read as an autistic reader, flip side to that, I've never actually experienced night life so it might be inaccurate,

Might still edit this lol

You tried to make yourself small in the corner of the dark and musty room. It felt as if that somehow made you stand out more. Which… It probably did… You were the only pastel soft looking thing in a sea of edgy spikes and leather, despite your attempt to tone yourself down. You were honored that Hobie had invited you to watch him play following your newly formed relationship. Last weekend, Hobie had dissipated all your insecurities with his soft kisses and raw words, but they were back full force this night.

It was obvious how respected Hobie was in his community from watching the crowd. It was overwhelming, but made sense all the same. Hobie had this amazing talent of accepting people wholeheartedly and, more importantly, knowing WHO to accept. He wouldn’t even want to give you a second of his time if you were any kind of fascist or creep. He made a great judge of character. He did his own thing, denying the leadership or icon role that would be forced upon him, but giving people hope nonetheless.

His music was…. A choice, but it set the people in the venue ablaze. You mostly loved watching him on his guitar, sweat dripping down from his arms and forehead, filling your cheeks and stomach with warmth. His voice grounded you in familiarity, a bright spot engulfed with the crowd of some scary looking people. You were sure they weren’t trying to intimidate you, Hobie had proved to you to not go by that stereotype, but their outfits were often as loud as their personalities. You weren’t much for the binge drinking that was going on and you had tiptoed away from a table of people that looked to be under the influence of something stronger. Other than that not a lot of people had bothered you.

You had come with Valerie, a female acquaintance of Hobie whom he had trusted to look after you. You could see her in the crowd keeping an eye on you, despite having urged her to pay you no mind and to go have fun. She came back to where you were any time some guy did approach you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” They’d ask, before being shooed away by Valerie…

Oh god.

You were being a total killjoy to these people, weren’t you? It was too embarrassing. If people found out you were here for Hobie, they’d laugh you out of the building.

At that point, Hobie’s set ended. He was brilliant, pure adrenaline radiating off of him. He jumped off the banged up stage, being celebrated and hit on the back by the crowd as he made his way through. His eyes were searching for something, for you. When your eyes met, his lit up, while your gaze plummeted down, feet cemented to the ground.

You felt his large hand on your bicep and you flinched. “Ey, what’s wrong?” He said.

Shit. You didn’t mean to make him upset.

“You not feeling good?”

You shook your head. “You didn’t drink anything suspicious, did you?”

“She didn’t drink anything all night,” came the voice of Valerie. All of a sudden you were aware of all the worried eyes directed your way. You stood out way too much.

“Oh,” He sounded disappointed, it made your stomach turn. “Did you not have fun, darling?”

That was when the full on panic set in. You didn’t want his friends to know you were dating- what would happen to Hobie if they did?

“No, it was okay.” You said in a quick, high pitched voice, big tears beginning to fall down your face without warning. “Please let me go.” You tried to break free from his touch and run away, but he caught you quickly and walked you out of the event room, through the hallways towards one of the exits. You didn’t dare struggle, but couldn’t help squirming under his gentle grip as people stared and whispered. Valerie followed you two. It was a pleasant and unusually quiet night as you stepped out onto the curb

Once you stopped walking the tears flowed freely from your face and you did nothing but hiccup out apologies. Hobie’s warm eyes watched you full with worry. “Sorry, ‘m sorry. I’ll let you go if you want, I just can’t let you leave like this, okay?” He gently rubbed your right arm, leaving you space, but you subconsciously melted into him regardless, which seemed to reassure him just as much as it reassured you.

“Hobie you idiot,” Valerie said. She was leaning against the poster covered event door to make sure nobody would follow you through that exit. “Are you okay, (y/n)?” You nodded with a sob, another apology leaving your mouth.

“What the hell happened?” Hobie asked. “Did some bloke put his hands on you?”

“No,” you croaked. “No, Val kept an eye on me.”

“You shouldn’t have brought her here in the first place, you dumb git,” Val interjected. “This obviously wasn’t her scene.”

“No- that’s not it either, I, ehm,” your eyes darted from the ground to Valerie, feeling self conscious. She dramatically sighed.

“Fine. I get it, I’ll be inside if you need me.” She put her hand on the handle before pointing at you. “But I want to see you before you leave, okay? You were my responsibility tonight and I’m not letting you leave like such a mess.” You nodded, your whole face feeling hot. “And I’m still mad at you,” she said to Hobie before diving back into the building.

When the door shut, you separated from Hobie as he petted your head, moving his thumb down to your cheek, stroking it in an attempt to dry your tears. You closed your eyes and frowned.

“God, I’m so sorry, Hobie..”

Hobie shook his head. “Shit, I’m the one who should be sorry. I was too daft to notice this wasn’t your thing.”

“No!” You took his hand and squeezed it, looking into his deep brown eyes to convey your sincerity. “That’s not it. I loved watching you, you were .. SO breathtaking. I’m so thankful you wanted me here in the first place, seriously… I’m the one who’s problem, really,”

“What are you on about?”

“I- I can’t put your name to shame like this. I’m not- punk, I’m not cool- I totally humiliated you just now, I mean with your reputation-”

He let go of your hands and shook his hands in a dismissive motion. “Woah, woah, stop right there.” He let out a nervous airy laugh. You picked at your nails as he searched for words. “...I could NOT be arsed about something like that, alright?”

“But, people respect you and-”

“Nah-ah, no buts,” He caged you between himself and the wall “If my mates respect me less for who I love, then they’re not worth shit to me- get that through your thick skull,”

You could only sniff in response, still feeling bad about the whole ordeal. You were surprised when Hobie pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and held it there.

“’m sorry I didn’t check with you more if you were cool with being here,” He whispered into your hair. “I was just so excited to have you be watching me… I’ll do better next,”

You laughed. “I’ll do better too. Promise… and It was exciting for me too,” you could feel him grin against your head.

“Well, that sure is convenient for the both of us, innit?” He let you go and you felt your anxiety lifting. “Next time, if you still want to go to a show, let's go to one together, yeah? I won’t leave you on your own.”

You nodded. “And next time I’ll disguise myself and tell people that was your crazy ex.”

Hobie snorted. “Just tell em you were pissed and no one will care. C’mon, let's get Vals permission to leave and then I’ll keep you company tonight, yeah?”

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Wait how did this turn into an hurt comfort fic? This was supposed to be a fluffy little drabble lol… I’m semi proud of this one ngl,, writing Hobie’s dialogue is HARD AS BALLS though. I tend to write very formal sounding dialogue, so a character like Hobie is difficult for me, even if he weren’t British. Plus I only know like,, old people British slang lmao. Like sure, I can google and stuff, but for example when you google slang for “happy” the word “chuffed” will come up. Like, Brits correct me if I’m wrong, but this mfer would NOT say “chuffed”?? like that sounds so old to me? (Istg if he says it in ATSV or BTSV I’m going to be so mad lol)

On that note- long shot- if someone who’s British would like to go over my dialogue sections and leave some suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it. Message me if you’re interested. Don’t feel pressured though, I love you guys all the same.

I did read this through multiple times, but not as thorough as I sometimes do. Let me know if there are any mistakes.

#hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderpunk x reader #atsv #hobie brown x y/n #scenario #hobie brown x fem reader #hobie brown x autistic reader

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dreamingofmarauders · 1 year ago

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You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

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bkaulitzz · 10 months ago

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𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭

more like this on my wattpad :3 @/b_kaulitzz

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info: LASER TAG LEMON, enemies to lovers if you squint, f!reader x dom!bill

c/w: just dirty talk, choking, fondling (f receiving)

a/n: THE FIRST HALF IS FROM JULY…my writing has improved so some stuff might be wonky

more under cut :)

"Happy birthday, to Valerie. Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang, as Valerie leaned into her cake, blowing out her candles. I smiled as I watched her, she looked so gorgeous today, all dressed up for her birthday. I sat back on the couch, in a party room of the arcade place. It was lit with neon lights, the walls were carpet material with a purple hue. I hummed as I saw a plate of cake, held in front of me, looking up at the person who handed it to me. I felt my heart flutter as I met his dark brown eyes, taking the plate.

"Thank you, Bill, " I pursed my lips as I rolled my eyes, and he only smiled back as he handed me a fork. I began to eat the slice of cake.

"We're gonna play laser tag in a few, do you wanna join?" He said as he pointed his thumb back in the direction of the laser tag arena. I raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.

"There's laser tag?" I muffled through the piece of cake in my mouth. He gave me a nod, grinning as he eyed me. "I'll join, I guess."

"I'll see you then, " Bill leaned down into my ear as he spoke. I felt my face heat up as he leaned back with a smirk, and walked off to get his piece of cake. I nibbled on my lip as I watched Bill awkwardly grab a plate from Valerie, they weren't even close. I don't even know why he got an invite. It was as if he HAD to be everywhere that I was. God, he annoys me. His stupid sly talk, his stupid hair, his pretty lips. I clenched the fork as I zoned out, my eyes on him. He turned to me, feeling my eyes on his. He tilted his head, coming over to sit next to me. "You shouldn't stare at people, it's rude, " He teased as he nudged me in my side with his elbow. I widened my eyes as I turned to him, we were so close that our thighs could overlap one another.

"I wasn't staring...I just zoned out, " I furrowed my brows, finishing the piece of cake. He tilted his head as he held a piece of cake to his lips.

"Why are you avoiding it? I know you were staring." He chuckled as he ate the piece of cake.

"I wasn't! Bill, just!... I just wanna play laser tag, " I huffed as I got up, to rush out of the rented party room. I left the used paper plate on the table in front of us. Bill frowned and watched.

"Wait!" I heard him call behind me as I excused myself past the other party people. I sighed in relief as I finally got out. I needed to get away from him. I looked around the arcade, eying each game. Guitar Hero? No, already played that. Dance Dance Revolution? No, too tiring. Air hockey! I widened my eyes and ran over, watching as a male leaned against it as he talked to another friend.

"Are you guys playing right now?" I spoke as I fidgeted with the hem of my long sleeves. The tan male turned to me, looking like he came straight out of a boy band. I felt a lump in my throat as my palms sweated, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, do you wanna play?" He asked as he went to the opposite side of where I stood at the air hockey table. I nodded, taking hold of a mallet. He smiled as he placed quarters in, taking a mallet and sliding the puck towards him. He hit it toward me, starting the game. I bit the inside of my cheek, hitting it back away from my goal. I smirked as the game went on, hitting the puck into his goal. He was so dreamy, his curls laid over his face so nicely, I almost lost the game from eying him. I furrowed my brows as my eyes went back and forth between him and the puck. We were tied, in the last seconds of the game. Come on, come on. I thought as I watched the puck slide back and forth, it was to the point you couldn't even see the distinct shape of it. I clenched the mallet as I tried to focus on the game, harshly hitting the puck. I gasped, feeling a pull on my wrist; my mallet gliding away from the goal as my grip pulled off, which caused the male to win.

"Come on, laser tag is starting, " Bill grumbled into my ear as he glared at the tan male. The male raised his arms as he watched us, smirking widely.

"I won! Have fun with your boyfriend!" I heard him say from a distance, as we walked off. I huffed as I stumbled along.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I responded, feeling Bill's grip around my wrist tighten. I frowned as we made it to where the others were. "What the hell, Bill? I was about to win!" I groaned as he let go of my wrist, once we got to the gear area. Everyone else was suited up, some fixing their shirts as they suited up.

"It's fine. You can play again later. This is more fun anyways, " Bill huffed as he walked to the opposite side, to put his gear on. I frowned as I watched him, what is wrong with him? I looked over to my side, only one vest left. I placed it over myself, sighing as I tightened it. The game controller opened the door, and everyone walked in. I followed behind, holding my gun up. I regret not inviting at least one friend here, everyone seemed to have a buddy. Techno music played above us, a countdown started and everyone ran off away from one another. Their vests lit up either blue or red. I chased after someone with a red vest, it was so dark, I couldn't make up their features or hair at least. My vest blinked as came close to them, giving off a zapping noise. I shot at them, before running off to hide behind a wall.

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My palms sweated with the grip on the plastic laser gun. I backed up into a corner, behind a wall with a sigh as I wiped off the sweat on my forehead. The blue light from my vest lit my face from underneath as I took a seat on the carpet. I sighed, fanning myself. The noise and the heat were way too overwhelming. I checked my face with the back of my palm, hoping my makeup didn't melt off by now. I sighed in relief as no color transferred, standing up again with the gun. I looked at the time on the gun, listening to the computerized gunshots as people ran by. Maybe, if I stayed here, I wouldn't have to deal with anybody. I raised my eyebrows as my blue light began to flash, aiming the gun around. My back pressed up against the wall. My heart dropped as I watched a figure enter my vision, turning around the corner to face me. The dark-haired male aimed the gun at me with a smirk as the red light under him blinked, making him look more intimidating.

"Bill?! Don't scare me like that!" I scowled, aiming the gun at him to shoot with both hands. He shook his head, putting a finger over his lips as he quickly used his own gun to push mine away. The plastic harshly clashed against each other as I tried to keep my grip, my sweaty palms worked against me. I folded up a bit as I tried to pick my gun back up, only for Bill to take my wrists in either hand. He grinned, looking down at me as he pinned me. "You're cheating! Don't try to steal points off of me, " I tried to fight against his restraint. He bit his lip with a smirk as his eyes were hooded, leaning close down to my face. My heart raced, looking up at him as he glanced over my lips.

"It isn't cheating if both of us are in on this, " He leaned down to my neck, brushing his plump lips against my sensitive skin. I shivered, closing my eyes as I tilted my head away.

"I don't think laser tag is played this way, Bill, " I looked back down at him as he looked up at me through his eyebrows.

"You know..." He slowly stood up, taking both of my wrists in his left hand. He moved his free hand down to my lower jaw to lift my attention to him. My face heated up as he admired my features. "I think it's unfair how you always try to tell me what's right. Why don't I show you?"

"What?..." My stomach turned as his hand slid down to wrap around my neck. His grasp on me was firm, yet so gentle. My breath hitched as I watched him lean down to my lips, his lips parting with a grin as he looked up into my eyes.

"You're not fighting with me over something for the first time, " He whispered as he hovered his lips over mine. I slightly leaned closer, only for him to lean away.

"Bill, please..." I felt so ashamed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let out a mocking gasp, gently rubbing my neck with his thumb.

"This is new, I like this look on you, " He leaned back down, smirking as he hovered over my lips. Our vests were so close by now, forming a slight purple together in the middle. I clenched my jaw as I looked up at him. I leaned close, gently taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I slowly pulled back on it, watching his content expression. "You could've just said something, babe, " He finally pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, letting out a small whine as his grip around my throat gently tightened. His warm and soft lips moved harshly against mine, and my head leaned back against the wall. Bill's lips chased after mine with a small chuckle as he moved his hand away from my wrists. My hands shot into his slightly sweaty hair, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his body into mine. He groaned, the vests creating a barrier.

"You're so frustrating, " I said into the kiss, tilting my head as I pulled him closer by his head. He chuckled against my lips.

"Yea?" He hummed in response. I let out a small satisfied sigh, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles as I grew weak. My stomach turned as I felt heat grow between my legs.

"You annoy me so much, " I groaned as my lips begged for more. Each kiss feels just as addicting as the first one. He gripped my jaw, causing me to whine softly as he moved his lips against mine.

"Mhm?" Bill smirked against my lips, moving his knee between my thighs. I gasped softly, clenching my eyes as my arms slowly fell to his shoulders. I desperately moved my lips against his, my eyebrows curving inward. His free hand glided down my body, tasting my lips as his fingers dug into my thigh. I let out another sigh, allowing him to slide his tongue entrance. I slowly opened my eyes, his eyes meeting mine as he swirled his tongue against mine. I moaned softly, feeling his fingers slide against my folds through the thin leggings. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at me as he slowly traced my clit. I arched my back, tilting my hips into his touch. "I'm so frustrating, I can't help it, " He breathed down my neck. My head went dizzy with the grip around my throat and his hand applying pressure onto my clit. I let out small moans, his face holding a proud smile as he continued. "I'm so annoying, " He dragged out, speaking into my ear. "Aren't I?" He placed a soft kiss on my ear. I let out a high-pitched moan as his finger gently flicked against my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulders, his vest protecting him as I tried to keep my moans down. "Tell me how annoying I am."

"Fuck-- you, " I managed to let out, biting my lip to fight back moans.

"Yea? Say that again, " He narrowed his eyes as he applied more pressure, circling my clit with his fingers. I trembled, letting out repeated pants. "Answer me."

"Fuck-" My voice shook as he continued to keep eye contact, sliding his fingers against my folds. He kissed my lips again, I let out a small whimper. He chuckled against my lips as his thumb pressed against my jaw. I desperately whine, curling my fingers into the sleeves of his shirt.

"I win, " Bill smirked against my lips as he stared down at me. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes following down to the dying light of my vest. He held his gun in his free hand, the audacity of him still having his hand on my throat. I clenched my fists, furrowing my eyebrows.

"No way. You're serious?" I picked up my gun, trying to shoot at him yet it was off. He slid a hand down to my vest as he kept me against the wall.

"I'm sorry...that you lost..." He mockingly frowned and pecked my jawline. My eyes were wide as I watched him leave with a smirk on his face. My nails dug into the gun, nearly breaking apart the gun at the seams. I'll get him back.

bill kaulitz, bill, kaulitz twins, smut

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harrystylesfan2686 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Mor x F!Reader

A/N: here's the chapter 1! Hope you like it!! I'll try my best to post chapter 2 as soon as possible!

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''Hope you have a good evening sir.'' I hand my last customer his bought books and wait for him to leave the store so I can close up.

I switch the sign, hanging to the door, to 'closed'. My first job. I skip through the bookstore freely, being the only person in it and do my finale check ups before locking the store. Taking my time, I carefully check the books bought and The money received by them. Sira, the store manager, aka my boss, got very mad at lily, another girl working with me, because she made a mistake while counting bills the other day.

After coming to Valeris, the first thing I did was rent a hotel room. Then after showering the dirt off of me, I went to eat and quicky realized the I needed a source of income and a fix place to stay.

Getting a job was easy. The first bookshop I went to for a quiet time had a girl, whose name is lily that I learn after a few days, running around the big place alone without any help. I thought maybe it was just a bad day for her but turns out, there actually wasnt any other employee other then her. When i tried to talk to the manager abput applying for a job there, it was surprising very easy.

Can you guess, the first place I apply for a job accepts me in seconds. It was like fate wanted me to work here.

I searched forever for a place. It had been over a week trying out houses which were good but none of them seemed... good. I finally found a house for rent in budget, right in front of Sidra. It was a lot cheaper in campered to the front view, honesty, but who am I to complaint.

Just as I lock the windows, I hear the door open followed by footsteps coming into the store.

"Sorry We're closed!" I yell behind me and instanty regret when I see a gorgeous tall women with blue-ish grey eyes and brown hair braided in a crown on her head.

"You're closing ahead of your normal time." She raises her perfectly timed eyebrow.

''Yes. Um, sorry but we actually have a personal reason for that. But we can wait a few more minutes if you would like to pick a book.'' I add quickly with a smile so that I don't disappoint her.

''Alright well I've just come up to buy one book released today. I'll leave as soon as I find it.'' She wonders off to find her book without waiting for my response and I wait patiently for her to finish up.

I look the way she went after a few minutes wandering why she hasn't come back yet. I sigh and consider following her but she comes up to the counter with a book. I sign it to her name, Nesta, and she tells me to add it on the high lords account. I glaced at her with wide eyes And ask ''are you one of the inner circle?"

She nerrows her eyes slightly ''Yes. Why do you ask?"

''Oh. I actually know a girl from there that's why.'' My lips curl slightly thinking about her.

''Oh. Do you?'' Her face relaxes. ''I've never seen you before. Can I ask who?"

''Yes. Morrigan. I know her. But I'm actually not sure if she really remembers me... we go way back." My lips turn in a thin line.

Nesta hums while looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.

No no no. We can't have that. I can meet Mor through her but to do that I'll have to get her trust that I'm not some threat to them.

''You can ask her her if you want. So that I'll know if she remembers me and you'll be sure I'm a trustable person.'' I say in hopes she accepts and maybe invites me to meet the inner circle. And eventually, Mor.

''I'll see.'' She glances at my name tag. ''Y/n." She takes her book and leaves without saying anything else.

I feel giddy in the hope of finally seeing my crush after all this time. Hopefully she'll be just as happy to see my too.

#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #mor x reader #morrigan x reader #morrigan fanfiction #mor fanfiction #mor x femalereader #morrigan

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simplyholl · 2 years ago

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Practice Makes Perfect Pt 6

Summary: Loki and Y/N have to pretend to be newlyweds for a mission. What can go wrong?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

Warnings: Fake Dating

W/C: 917

See my Masterlist here

*The events Loki describes during dinner are taken directly from @lokisgoodgirl ‘s A Moment of Mischief. Mostly all of his dialogue in that scene was written by her too. Thank you for letting me use your work, my love! ❤️

Russell and Nicole invited us to dinner at their house. I just took the dessert I made for it out of the oven. I look over my outfit, the bruises Loki left on me are still as prominent as the day he left them. With all the sex we have been having, they will never fade.

Loki holds the dessert as we walk next door. He takes my hand after knocking rapidly on their white door. We have pulled this off so far, so my nerves aren’t as bad as they previously were. Nicole answers the door, her chestnut brown hair hangs down in waves. She is very dainty. If we didn’t have confirmation, I would never suspect she was a Hydra agent.

She takes the dessert and we follow her inside. She leads us to the dining table. Everyone else is already here. I rub the dagger Loki concealed against my thigh. “We can’t let our guard down tonight. We will be in their home, their comfort zone.” He warned me. But all I could think about was how that same dagger felt against my skin while he was deep inside me.

The conversation flowed easily amongst the group. I listen intently trying to notice if they talk in code. Rachel asks Valerie about her and Craig’s first date. We take turns telling our stories. I can tell Russell and Nicole were caught off guard by her question. They played off each other, making the answer up as they spoke.

When she asked me, I was prepared. Loki and I had discussed how to answer it. I told her about a hike, how spectacular the view was, how Loki had kissed me on top of the mountain. Loki smiles beside me. The lies we had rehearsed were believable. Loki taught me how to lie. I didn’t add too many details. I pretended to think back fondly on the memory.

Valerie and Craig must have practiced their story as well. She spoke of their fun filled night of nachos and bowling with such passion, I almost forget she’s making it up. Rachel sips her water slowly sitting it down before her loud outburst. “Oh! I want to know how everyone knew they were in love! I’ll go first!”

I stop listening to her because I’m in full panic mode. We didn’t expect this question. We don’t have a go to answer that I rehearsed hundreds of times. I look at Loki trying to hide my fear from everyone else. He places his hand on my thigh squeezing lightly. Nicole and Russell stumble to answer. Valerie and Craig are super believable, as expected.

Rachel beams at Loki expectantly. “She defended me when a group of our…. colleagues thought I had taken an item of importance.” My mind instantly recalls the time Loki had taken Steve’s shield. He needed it for a photo shoot, and immediately blamed Loki for its disappearance. I stepped in asking if he saw Loki take it. I even suggested he check with Tony because he might have brought it in for an inspection.

I knew Loki had something to do with it. I just didn’t like the way they were talking to him. Like it was his fault when any misfortune occurred. “Aww that’s so sweet. Y/N knew you were innocent.” Rachel looks between us. “Oh no, she knew I was guilty. But she defended me anyway. That’s when I knew.” Loki faces me, winking. I am stunned. Why would he tell a real story for this? He seemed so genuine. Maybe that’s the key to lying, tell mostly truth with a little falsehood sprinkled in. I don’t have time to linger on it, because Valerie is asking me when I knew I was in love with Loki.

She looks too eager. I know she can’t wait to hear how he charmed me so she can imagine herself in the same situation. I take a deep breath, deciding to go with the half-truth. I stick my hand in the air letting Loki’s ring shine under the lights. “This was Loki’s mother’s ring. He gave it to me while we were dating as a promise ring. I felt so special that he wanted me to have it. It’s such a beautiful family heirloom. I know how much his mother meant to him. When he gave it to me, I knew he trusted me. We have a mutual friend who suggested I get a more modern one for my wedding ring. But Loki’s ring felt like it was made for me to wear.

Even though a bigger ring is more my style, this one felt right. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I realized I loved him when he placed it on my finger the first time.” Loki wraps his fingers around my hand. He brings my ring finger to his lips placing soft, delicate kisses to the finger his ring sits on. He looks surprised at my story. But I know he remembers the moment Tony tried to give me the flashier one.

I remember how his eyes showed that he was hurt just for a moment. At the time, I thought I was sparing his feelings. But thinking back on it, I wanted to wear Loki’s ring. It really did feel like it was hand crafted for me to wear thousands of years after it was designed. That’s what scares me the most about this mission. It feels too real.

Part Seven

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beeandheroddobsessions · 2 years ago

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You Stop My Heart (pt.1)

Pairing: Elvis x Black! Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N age 19, manages to make her way onto the louisiana hayride. Elvis Isn’t the only one who can cause a visceral reaction in the crowd. When he sees her, his heart stops.

Warnings: In future chapters, there will be heavy talk of race issues. Anxiety? 50s!Elvis (yes, i do consider that a warning). Nothing really in this chapeter.

A/N: Y’all don’t even know how im about to drag you through the weeds with this series! Happy reading!

Part 2

November 6, 1954

Nervous isn't the right word to describe how you're feeling right now; your heart is in your ass. It all started as a silly joke between you and your friend Mackenzie, who you dubbed 'Sister Mack' or sometimes just 'Mack.' Sister Mack and her family were the only white people that gave you the time of day.

You had been singing since you could form words. Everyone in the neighborhood was sure to let you know you had the loveliest voice around, and your mama had always been so supportive. She'd encourage you to sing to your heart's content. That's how you met Mack, around fifteen or so. She said she'd never heard someone sound so good.

Mack played the guitar and would often join you whenever you sang, adding an alluring melody to your vocals.

When she introduced you to her family, they were more accepting than you would've thought. 'Ma and pop' treated you like one of their own and supported you just as much as your folks.

Her brother, Greg, a tall, twenty-two-year-old, rambunctious man with fluffy brown hair and striking green eyes, had a love for percussion that you couldn't even begin to understand. He had no rhythm; half the time, he was just making noise on that drumset. Bless him. Eventually, you taught him how to play in time. That's when he joined you and Mack.

Valerie and Angel were Mack's older sisters. A sweet set of twins who absolutely adored you. They were great at harmonizing and loved the style of music you introduced them to. Over the next four years, the five of you managed to make it onto a local radio station. You wanted a heftier challenge though.

So here you all sit, about to shit yourselves. What you were about to do hasn't been done before. A black woman, or any black person for that matter, in a place like this? Unheard of. The strings your and Mack's family had to pull to get your name on the list were the only reason you hadn't hightailed it out of there.

Would you be throttled off the stage? Arrested? You didn't have a clue, but this was your only chance to advance in this business. All the money (and begging) spent to get to this point wouldn't go to waste.

"You guys ready?" Mack asks, "Sister Mack, I-I feel like I'm gon' drop. I-Is it hot in here? I'm burnin' up." You stammer out. She lets out a nervous chuckle, "It's just nerves, Y/N. We're gon' do fine." You nod your head in an attempt to convince yourself that she's right. You had gained a spot on the Louisiana Hayride, now was not the time to get cold feet.

Before your act, there was another. Some white boy in a suit that looked about two times too large; he wore eyeliner, and his hair had been slicked to perfection, save for the few strands that fell in his face. The thin layer of sweat that adorned his browbone and his heavy breathing let you know that he, too, was scared shitless.

The host introduced him as Elvis Presley. This 'Presley' boy expressed gratitude for being here with a painful stutter and a wavering voice. A few snide remarks are made, followed by chuckles here and there. You look away, disinterested, thinking he would be another country singer. You couldn't be more wrong. He starts playing; the song begins slow, his voice low and bouncy. "Oh baby, baby, baby..." You're uninterested again, just like that. But then the tempo shifts to something more upbeat.

You sit up a bit, brows raising and eyes widening as he bellows out, "Well... you may go to college, you may go to school, you may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool." You don't even hear the rest; all you see is a man wiggling his hips in a way that sets a warm feeling deep in your belly. It feels wrong. Traditionally, people stay seated at these shows, not while he's up there. Women left and right pop up out of their seats, shamelessly forgetting about their boyfriends. Screams start as one and become many, soon filling the room.

His movements are nothing new to you, but his charisma sure is. You look on in amazement. The man in front of you makes your heart flutter, and as you look a little closer, you realize he's just so pretty. You wonder if he'd think the same of you. "Fat chance," You mumble out. Greg, somehow, hears you, "What do ya mean, Y/N?"

You don't want him to know you've been ogling too, "uh...how are we s'posed to top that? It's just a fat chance, is all." Val speaks up, "It ain't a competition, Y/N. Show a lil' gumption, and all eyes will be on you."

You shake your head with a smile, "I don't think gumption will save me this time, Val." Mack chimes in, "worked for that white boy, didn't it?" This makes you laugh, "fair enough, Mack, fair enough." Soon, Elvis finishes his set; he and his crew exit the stage. As they make their way back, he glances at you, eyes widening just a hair.

You don't even notice, too focused on battling your nerves. The host speaks up again, "Woo! Quite a show, huh, ladies? Alright, Well...next, we've got Y/N L/N and the Sound Of The South!"

The first to walk on is Greg, then sister Mack, then Val and Angel. Lastly, you grace the stage. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As you look out over the crowd, you see a mix of confusion, interest, and disgust. You don't let it phase you. You step up to the mic and take a deep breath.

Alright, here we go.

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#beeandheroddobsessions #50s elvis x reader #elvis x black reader #elvis presley x reader #black writers #black reader #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fic #elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader

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wiltedkyinn · 2 years ago

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blunts and parks

synopsis; you went to phoneix, arizona for your fifeteen brithday trip. being blown off by your so called bestfriend opens now doors and new friends.

pairing- madeline mcgraw, mason thames and miguel cazarez mora x gn reader.

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here i am, currently waiting for my bestfriend, junior, to meet me at the park. it feels as if its 113 degrees but it was only 94 with no wind and straight sun. it probably wasnt the best idea to go phoneix in the middle of the summer. i look out to see if he is atleast at the park. instead of seeing him i see a group of 3 of familier faces walking around. its was 2 boys around the same height and a girl that looked no younger then 14. the buzzing from my phone snapped me out of my thought. i answered it already knowing a who would be on the other line.

"yo im staying with valerie for the rest of the day" i could hear a girls voice in the background talking about money to go somewhere. "what was the point of bringing you on my brithday trip" i mumbled. "we can hang out later. i gotta go." his usally loud voice was smaller. then there was slinence. groaning i look around again, im on the swings covered with some shade i found. i find the small group by the tables near me, their backs facing me. i started to rummage in my jackets pocket, knowing what to do to make me feel better.

pulling out the small tube i always carry around along with my lighter and airpods. putting in my right airpod and turning on whatever playlist that i was listening to last started to play. thinking about the group again before popping open the top. i slowly started to get up from the swings, i headed my way towards the small tables. the closer i got the more i was able to hear the voices. it started to mush with the song i was listening to. "sorry but do yall care if i light this? its a blunt" my voice a little raspy due to not having any water on me.

the trio looked at me then back at eachother before the girls nods speaking, "yeah we dont have a problem with it." giving them a small smile "thanks," i walked back to the swings. thinking about the group again, i had forgetton my glasses while packing so it was hard to see even if i was up close. i couldnt quite make it out but they looked familiar. the girl, who i mostly looked at reminded me of the actress Madeline mcgraw, the girl who played gwen in the black phone movie.

pushing whatever i was thinking about to the side so i could focus on the cone shape pre-roll. igniting the red lighter, i rotated the joint in the fire. i brought it up to my lips and took a hit. inhaling and then exhaling. i focused on the song that just started playing, pink + white by frank ocean. i started to inhale again only to be stopped seeing a shadow figure walking up to me. i grabbed my phone and turned it down a little, loooking up i was met with the same girl from before. "hi im maddy and me and my friends were wondering if you would like to join us? the suns getting a lil stronger." she pointed towards the table she was sitting at. "oh uh sure, and im (name)" as soon as i got up to stand i realized how hot it actually was, the heat was overwhelming. "should i put this out or do you guys wanna smoke it with me?" i asked as we both got closer to the park table. "if you teach us how, sure!" her smooth voice stayed upbeat.

i took the free seat next to the tan boy with long dark wavy hair. "mason, miguel this is (name), (name) this is mason and miguel." suddenly it snapped, they were the actors from the black phone. the 2 boys said lil hi's. i took another big hit, then tapping it so the ash falls off. i look at mason, since he was on my left infront of me. "well mason do you wanna hit this?" he thought about it for a moment then nodded his head.

"so how do i do this?" his brown eyes looked at me for help. "so you just suck on it till you get enough smoke and then you take another breathe to actually inhale it." i tried repeating what my older brother taught me a while back. seeing succesfull as he exhaled a cloud while coughing. he handed it to maddy while still trying to catch his breath. holding back my luaghter i remembered the first time i smoked. i look over at maddy and she seemed pretty hesitant, "its okay if you dont wanna," i told her she looked at me then at her hands. she brought it up to her lips and took a breath. she exhaled same as mason except she was able to control her breathing a bit better. she passed to miguel, and when he exhaled he was fine. i figured maddy and miguel did better since they were in some type of sport or exercise.

when i was passed the blunt they stared at me. i took a hit normally and exhaled normally. i started to feel a wash of an euphoric state take over me. i could already tell mason was high. his eyes were red and glossy. i hinted at him to take it but he nodded his head side to side. i did the same with maddy and she took it. "so are you from here?" miguel asked. "nah im here cause its my brithday trip. but im from las vegas," maddy raised her brow "why are you alone on your brithday trip?"

i was handed the joint again, "me and my friend, junior were supposed to hang out today but he bailed on me to stay with his girlfriend." shrugging while i spoke. "thats a dick move." mason snipped quickly. i agrred with him, i did pay for juniors ticket and hotel room. we stayed like that for a while. luaghing and coughing. "(name)!" our peaceful moment interrupted by a forgien voice.

i looked behind me to see a girl with curly brown skin and deep brown skin. valerie, juniors girl. i never officially met her, as she and junior were long distance. "valerie? what are you doing here?" as i got up to hug her. while i didnt know her face to face we have talked one in a while. "junior said we were meeting here today to hang out with you." her voice held some confusion while my head wasnt even processing. "he told me that he was hanging out with you for the rest of the day. you were there when he called me?" i became genuinely confused.

"i havent even seen him today, so hes spending a dat with someone he lied about being his girlfriend?" her voice was hurt while her face was stotic. "oh-" "i cant beilieve he's putting me through this agian" her usal confident voice gone, becoming bitter more as she spoke. she pulled out her phone and calling who i would imagine was junior. she stromed off into her car for some privacy.

"what the hell" i looked back at the intoxicated teens next to me and they laughed, i shrugged it off. "how old are you turning (name)?" mason asked his eyes werent red anymore, but still glossy. "fifteen" miguel turned his head towards me with a semi-shooked face. "i thought your were like eighteen, you look so much older" the other two nodding their head in agreement. my phone started to buzz again. answering it automatically i was greeted with junior yelling. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING TELLING VALERIE THAT I WAS WITH ANOTHER GIRL?"

"its your own fault for using me as an excuse junior, plus its on you for cheating." he began to yell again but i didnt see the point of talking to him, so i hung up. "i should be leaving soon, it was nice meeting yall" giving them all a smile. "we should hang out again," maddy said. "here give me your number and ill send it to the boys" maddy extend her hand to me, her phone dail already open. swiftly putting my number in along with my name, i gave it back. "call me when yall wanna hang out" i gave a small wink and walked away.

#the black phone x reader #mason thames #miguel cazarez mora #madeleine mcgraw #maddy mcgraw #mason thames x you #mason x reader #miguel cora x reader #the black phone x you #platonic #fluff #x gender neutral reader #the black phone x gn reader

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ficnation · 4 years ago

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𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🍓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🍓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - female reader

➼ - male reader

Romeo and Julio ➼ (on hiatus)

🍓 Imagines 🍓

600 WORDS >

coming soon!

🍓 Series 🍓

Summary: Malachai’s brother was supposed to be the Ghoulies’ eyes and ears on the north side of Riverdale. His mission: find easily influenced teenagers who will become the gang’s future clients. Y/n thought it would be easy to manipulate the students and earn their trust, but he didn’t predict he’d find friends and love in Riverdale High. Will he be able to go through with Malachai’s plan?

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bonniebird · 2 years ago

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Valerie Brown x Reader

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“Excuse me. I have a stall at the Halloween fair. Could you tell me where the stalls are?” You asked as you found the makeshift information desk. A red-headed woman, dressed in a red vampiric-styled outfit, was holding a clipboard turned and looked you up and down.

“Name?” She said curtly and tapped the board when you took a moment to wonder if she wanted your name or the name of your store.

You’d never been to Riverdale. Your grandfather lived there. He fell out with your father when your father decided to move away from Riverdale. When your grandfather had passed away he left his shop with a little apartment above it. It was a record shop and at the back, there was a tiny recording room. Not big enough for a large group but big enough for two or so people to cram into the recording booth.

“Oh. (Y/L/N)’s record shop.” You answered.

“You’re that way, big door…” She trailed off as someone rushed over to her with an emergency. You figured the directions were simple enough to follow and headed off alone with your box full of stock. You had a few more boxes in the car. As you got to the corridor the women had pointed to you and found two doors. Unsure which to take, you went through the one on the right.

“Hey! You can’t be back here.” A sharp voice said. You’d interrupted three girls with cat ear headbands. “

“Sorry. I guess I got mixed up.” You muttered as you looked around.

“Hey! You’re the new owner of the record shop.” One of the other women said. She stood as well and hurried over to take a peek at what was in your box.

“Oh! Yeah. My grandfather left it to me.” You explained.

“Oh.” The first woman said. She looked sheepish and stepped back a little. “Sorry. We just got back off tour. We’re doing a gig to raise money. Security is a little loose and we keep having fans sneak onto the stage. I just assumed you were a fan trying to bombard us again.”

“That’s ok. I urm. Was pretty surprised to end up on the stage.” You admitted. The second woman smiled and gestured to the door.

"Heard you’re new in town. Want someone to show you around?" She offered. You thanked her as she introduced herself with a casual air. “Valerie Brown. We’re the Pussycats.”

You waved to the others as Valerie led you away. She took you to the stalls and helped you set out your first box. She even had some of her friends hurry out to your car and get the rest. As she did she showed you around the stalls and filled you in on who was who. She promised to come by and check things out at your store, even endorse a few items after the performance.

Valerie tags:

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#valerie brown #valerie brown x reader #bonniebird #halloween2022 #riverdale

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derangedsanity · 8 years ago

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400 Followers!

I just reached 401 followers and decided to celebrate this milestone a little differently- with ships! I’ve always wanted to do them and now seems as good of time as any. So, here’s how this is going to work out; Send me a little about yourself and make sure to let me know if you want to be shipped with a boy or girl from Riverdale (or if you like both). And I’ll ship you with a character from Riverdale and tell you a little bit about how the two of you met, etc. Thank you so much to all of my followers! I love you all! <3 Tag List; @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879 @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @nafa1604 @aezthetically @theselfishllama

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sparkles-and-trash · 6 years ago

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Sweet Pea fanfiction, making the reader!

THIS IS FINISHED, PLEASE DON’T SEND IN MORE VOTES <3

Hey guys!

First of all I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything today, I’ve mostly been sleeping, I’ll try to do better tomorrow!

But, this post is, as you can probably tell from the title, about mapping out some of the things about the reader for my upcoming Sweet Pea fanfic! Under, I’ll present some of the things I want your help to decide about, and if you have a wish or an opinion, either reply this post, or send me an ask or dm!

@irishfangirlxx and @jaazzzzz have already let me know they wanna be a part of this, and be tagged in these posts, if you do to, don’t hesitate to let me know!

So, on to the real stuff:

The Reader (y/n), will be relatively new to Riverdale, and the fanfiction will take place in her and the other characters Senior year of High School. She moved to Riverdale after Christmas last year, and now the school year have just begun.

The two main plots of this story will be The Readers blossoming relationship with Sweet Pea, which she barley knows right now, and the fact that she is getting stalked. Think Pretty Little Liars mixed with Tana Mongeau’s stalker stories, lol.

After some situations in the prologue, Sweet Pea, Fangs, Jughead, Cheryl, Toni and Kevin will help her trying to figure this shit out. Betty, Veronica, Archie and Reggie will also play big roles in the story, but what roles are kind of up to you guys!

All the ships that are currently canonly dating in the show will be together at the start, and probably through, this fanfic, at least if nothing big changes in the show while I write it. That is Bughead, Varchie... well, Bughead and Varchie lol.

So, here’s the things you can help me decide!

The reader, as you know, have only lived in Riverdale for about six months. But we need more details than that!

Question 1: Y/N’s parents will be absent quite a lot to get the story flowing. Why?

a) They travel a lot for work

b) They left her a long time ago, and she lives with a distant relative

c) They’re divorced, and the parent she lives with is seeing someone new, who Y/N hates, so the parent stays mostly at their new s/o’s place without her

Question 2: Y/N lives on the...

a) Northside

b) Southside

Question 3: Y/N moved to Riverdale because...

a) She’s Jughead’s cousin

b) (One of) her parents grew up there

c) Her parent(s) work situation works better from there

Question 4: Y/N’s best friend in Riverdale is...

a) Kevin Keller

b) Cheryl Blossom

c) Veronica Lodge

d) Betty Cooper

Question 5: Y/N’s doesn’t really get along with...

a) Reggie Mantle

b) Betty Cooper

c) Chuck Clayton

d) Archie Andrews

Question 6; Lastly, Y/N had a thing going on with this person, flirting and a few dates, but they broke it of in a nice way and decided to stay friends, or so she thought...

a) Chuck Clayton

b) Valerie Brown

c) Reggie Mantle

If you’re still reading, thank you! If you decide to answer this I’ll be forever grateful! Please only answer one alternative to each question, and if you send in an ask and I don’t answer it publicly, don’t worry! I simply don’t want my followers who don’t care about this fic to be spammed, but I’ll take note of every response I get!

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fanfics4all · 6 years ago

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Seven Minute Set Up

Request: Yes / no Could I request a male reader x Cheryl blossom. Where the reader is best friends with Cheryl and everyone wonders why since they’re totally opposite people. The reader is always there for Cheryl and she always attends his games. People start to think that they’re dating but they always deny it. Could you include that Cheryl tries to get Veronica and the reader together. Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Veronica x Male!Reader

Cheryl x Best friend!Reader

Word count: 841

Warnings: Nothing I think.

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Summary: Cheryl is your best friend and tried to set you up with Veronica.

A/N: Just a side note I have no problem writing smut and was going to add it into this fic but I didn’t think it would fit well here.

(Not my photo, credit to whoever made it!)

We had just won the game! The team was surrounding me everyone was screaming and cheering, the biggest game of the year and we just won it! I looked over to the cheerleaders and saw Cheryl Blossom, my best friend since forever was looking at me with the biggest smile on her face. She ran over and I met her halfway, I lifted her up and twirled her around. She giggled and hugged me tightly. I put her down and smiled at her.

“You did it Y/N!” She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.

“Couldn’t have done it without you over there cheering for me!” I said smiling at her.

“You two are too cute! Total couple goals!” The two of us turned and saw Veronica, Archie, Betty, and Jughead walking towards us.

“Veronica, for the hundredth time we’re not dating!” Cheryl said.

“We’re just friends.” I added.

“Whatever you guys say.” Archie slapped his hands on my shoulders. Cheryl and I rolled our eyes.

“Anyway!” Cheryl clapped her hands.

“Party at my place to celebrate this monumental moment!”

“Hell yeah! Let’s party!” I shouted and fist pumped.

At The Party

It was a couple hours into the party and everyone was having an awesome time. People were dancing, drinking, and just chilling out. Veronica was on the makeshift dance floor with Betty. I was staring at her dancing like she owned the place.

“If you stare at her any longer like that you might actually start to drool.” Cheryl came over and smirked. I rolled my eyes and tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t staring at anybody Cherry.” I said looking at her and leaned against the wall.

“Y/N you’ve been my best friends since we were born pretty much. I know when you have a crush on a girl.” I just took a sip of my drink.

“You should go for it. I always told you that you two are perfect for each other.” She smirked.

“You wouldn’t be mad that she’d be stealing your boyfriend from you?” I teased and Cheryl shoved me with a laugh.

“Yeah, I would be sooo heartbroken.” She said sarcastically. I laughed and pulled her close to me making her giggle.

An Hour Later

I was on the dance floor with Archie, Reggie, and Moose. Reggie was dancing with some random girl from our school while Archie, Moose, and I we just dancing the alcohol running through us. Cheryl came up and grabbed us and pulled us to another room where Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Josie, Valerie, Melody, and a few others from school were all sitting around somewhat in a circle.

“What’s going on Cherry?” I asked and she pushed us all to sit down.

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven!” She announced to everyone.

“I think we should start with Y/N!” She said with a mischievous smirk. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. Cheryl took a bottle and spun it in the middle of everyone and then walked behind Veronica. The bottle spun a few times and then landed on Veronica.

“Looks like its Veronica!” Cheryl said and smiled. She walked over to me and pulled me up and then Veronica, she dragged us to the closet and pushed us in. She shut the door and locked it.

“Seven minutes you two!” I could hear the smirk in her voice. I turned and looked at Veronica.

“Sooo…” She trailed off.

“Well looks like we’re stuck in here for seven minutes.” I said.

“Looks like it.” She answered, she looked a little awkward.

“Ya know Cheryl is gonna yell at us if we don’t kiss.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” She said.

“Why not?” I asked confused.

“Because you’re dating Cheryl!” She quietly shrieked. I shook my head and laughed.

“Cheryl and I are not dating V, we really are just friends.” I said.

“Wait for real?” She asked shocked.

“Yes! We’ve been best friends for as long as I could remember.”

“I thought you two just wanted to keep your relationship a secret which is why you guys kept denying.” I laughed and smiled at her.

“Nope, we’re both single.” Her shock suddenly changed into a smile.

“Well if that’s the case…” She walked closer and wrapped her arms around my neck, I snaked mine around her waist.

“We better make the rest of these seven minutes worth it.” She smirked and placed her lips on mine.

Once the seven minutes were over Cheryl opened the door and we walked out holding hands. We walked back to where everyone was sitting and instead of letting Veronica going back to sit next to Betty I pulled her with me and sat her on my lap. Cheryl smirked and winked at me, I just rolled my eyes.

“So, care to make this night even better and be my girl?” I whispered in her ear. She turned to face me and smiled.

“It would be my pleasure.” She answered and kissed my lips. Best. night. ever.

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