#madelaine x reader

[itsnotyouithink]

HALLOWEEN ROMANCE

pairing: fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary: reader goes to a halloween party and her crush on cheryl blossom continues.

warnings: smoking, underage drinking, parental abuse

a/n: happy halloween to all who celebrate & please be careful tonight!!

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Riverdale has spooky Halloweens. It may be from the haunting spirits that walk the streets and get a booth in Pop’s Diner on the daily, or just because it’s Riverdale — and Riverdale is spooky. The Devil’s holiday was a year long thing in the town. Everyday felt like Halloween for civilians of the small town. You felt like your life was the holiday on repeat — you were just dressing as yourself with a fake mask.

You felt like Halloween wasn’t much of a big deal. The only thing you truly liked about it was the dressing up. The iconic Mean Girls quote bounced off the walls of your brain when you argued with your brother as you two got out of the car, “In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.” You quoted to yourself and your brother beside you who rolled his eyes.

Your brother, Sweetpea, had been ranting about how you dressed too sexy and exposed, afraid some guy was going to try to make a pass at you. You were dressed as Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes, a character you had admired since you heard about her. The costume was more exposed than you generally dressed from day-to-day. Short shorts, a crop top that was basically a sports bra and bunny ears. “Come on, Sweets! Stop being like this, you know I never dress like this.”

“So why are you starting now?” He squinted his eyes at you. You know his argument was coming from a place of kindness and being the protective brother he was, but it was still annoying.

“Just give me a break, please?” You huffed, “By tomorrow, I’ll be back in my cute little Betty Cooper dress with a Serpent jacket, don’t you worry.” You rolled your eyes and poked the sides of your brooding brother who just rolled his eyes once more.

Then a thought popped into his small mind.

“You’re dressed like that for Cheryl Blossom.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. The two of you were walking down the crowed driveway of Thistlehouse. It was the night of Halloween, and Cheryl Blossom had decided to throw a Halloween bash.

“I’m not.”

“You so are.”

“No I am not!”

“You’re blushing and everything!” He laughed and pointed at your blushing cheeks at the thought of your crush on the schools most popular girl. You have had a crush on Cheryl since the closing of Southside High and the enrollment to Riverdale High. You were expected to hate her because you were a Serpent, but you couldn’t help but be completely drawn in by her.

You never said anything about liking her to her ever, especially once she started dating Toni Topaz — one of your old kindergarten best friends. Your friendship had died out even if she was best friends with your brother and mutual friends.

The two of you got to the front door before inviting yourselves in, quickly seeing your close circle of friends by the corner.

“Y/N! Look at you!” Kevin whistled as the duo got closer. You blushed as your friends complimented you each, Veronica squeezing your arm, “Damn, you look hot!”

Archie rolled his eyes before taking Veronica by her hips and back into his chest, “Yeah, Y/N you look good. Great costume.” Him and Veronica dressed as Hercules and Megara.

“Thanks, Arch.”

“You look amazing, Y/N/N. I see you’re getting out your comfort zone.” Betty commented playfully as she took a sip from her red cup. You lightly chuckled before noticing her outfit as well, her and Jughead dressed as Sandy in the latex suit and Danny Zuko from Grease, “I could say the same to you, Betts. I see you’re in the last musical number of Grease.”

“Don’t I just look positively dashing in my costume?” Jughead sarcastically said, pushing out jazz hands towards you, referring to his Serpent leather jacket and sloppily slicked back hair. You rolled your eyes before taking the drink Sweetpea handed towards you, “Sure, Jug. Sure.”

After that, the group fell into light conversation that was filled with laughs and jokes. “I see Choni is back together.” Veronica commented, taking a sip of her alcohol as she eyed the ex-couple.

“What?” You furrowed your brows before glancing towards Sweetpea and looking behind you at the sight. You knew you never had an actual shot with Cheryl, but the fact she wasn’t dating Toni anymore helped the hope that filled in your chest that maybe, just maybe, she would like you back.

You felt like you couldn’t compete with a girl like Toni Topaz, who was perfect in every way.

Cheryl and Toni had a couples costume. The redhead was Poison Ivy while Toni was Harley Quinn. They looked perfect.

And yet.

You sighed and turned back around with a shrug, “They’re Choni, how could they not?”

No one else knew about your crush on Cheryl besides Sweetpea. It was stupid for you to tell him because he constantly made jokes about it and teased you til the sun rose. You expected him to hate you for it, but it was the opposite. He hadn’t seen you so head-over-heels for someone since your ex-girlfriend from Southside High, who thankfully got transferred to Seaside High. That relationship was the definition of a heartbreak mess.

“Have you guys seen what Ethel is wearing?” And just like that, the topic was dropped.

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After you danced with Veronica and your friends a few times, you went outside to get fresh air and away from the sweaty bodies and atmosphere that surrounded you. You found a door by the dining table that lead to the quiet outside porch. When you slid the door open, Cheryl Blossom was leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette between her fingers and a face of confusion.

You thought about going inside but as soon as you turned, she spoke to you. “You can join me, if you want. I don’t bite.” She took another hit from her cigarette before her arm hung over the side of the railing lazily, she blew the smoke with a soft cloud.

“I didn’t take you as a smoker.”

She shrugged, “Daddy smoked all the time before he died. So did Jason.” she cleared her throat, looking off to the dark, midnight distance, “I don’t usually smoke.”

You nodded before taking your spot beside her, your forearms leaning against the wooden banister like she was. She held the cigarette in front of you, offering it to you. You took it before placing it in your lips — you felt her watching you. “I didn’t take the golden girl of the Southside as a smoker either.”

You blew the smoke from your lips easily, “I grew up in a biker gang, what did you expect?” The two of you lightly giggled before you shook your head, “I actually got smoking from my father too. He does it everyday, all the time. Our trailer, clothes, furniture — all of it, smells like his cigarettes. They’re so normal that you even get burned with them.”

The redhead rose her eyebrows before glancing towards you, who now looked into the midnight distance. You glanced at her, her brown eyes melting into your own. “I tend to overshare.” You airily chuckled before passing the cigarette back to the redhead.

“According to Toni, I don’t share enough.” She quietly scoffed. You smiled towards the redhead with a smirk, “Aw, trouble in paradise?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “Shut up.”

“I was just joking, Cheryl.” You laughed at the small pout on her lips. “If you, like, need to talk .. I’m here.”

She looked over at you and sighed, a few beats of silence, “I broke up with her because I was attracted to someone else and I couldn’t disrespect Toni with having feelings for her and someone else. And .. we didn’t plan on going as Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn together it just . . . happened.”

You couldn’t lie and say your heart didn’t sing at the fact she was indeed single and she had a crush on someone that could be you. “What’s the problem besides an accidental couples costume.”

“I’m not sure the girl I like, likes me back.” She looked at you with masked hopeful eyes. She wanted some type of clue to see if you liked her back, but you kept up tall, guarded walls around you when it came to romance and relationships. There was a rumor you had a thing for Veronica, but that was quickly denied. But even after that, the towns most strategic and sneakiest gossips couldn’t get to the bottom of who the golden girl from the Southside wanted to truly date and fall in love with.

You glanced at her with a shrug, “Tell her you like her. If she doesn’t, then she’s simply a fool.” You left it at that and walked back inside where you felt like you took your first true deep breath.

“Y/N! Where were you? We should dance!” Veronica took your hand and tried guiding you into the pool of sweaty, drunk high schoolers but you were pulled away by your other hand and pushed into someone.

You were pulled into Cheryl’s chest, you hands on the side of her shoulders to catch yourself.

The next thing you knew, she had her hand on your cheek, a hand on your waist and her lips on yours. It was warm, and gentle, a kiss you had been dreaming and imagining about since the middle of sophomore year. “Are you a fool, Y/N?” She mumbled when the two of you pulled away.

You cheeks were red, your pupils were dilated and your skin burned with her touch. “I suppose not, Blossom.” The two of you smiled before she kissed you again, and again, and again.

The entire night was filled with dancing, Cheryl Blossom with her hands on your waist as you refilled your cup of alcohol, and the never ending teasing of your friends.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be.

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could you do a Male reader x Cheryl blossom?

Cheryl has dreams where she is very happy with the reader, being a beautiful place when she wakes up, she realizes that she is in love with her best friend the reader, she decides to talk to him and admits, blushing, what she feels, the reader admits that she is also very In love with her but he was afraid that she would reject him, they kiss and start dating.

Cheryl runs up to Y/N at their locker…

Y/N: hey

Cheryl: hey…I love you

Y/N: w-what?

Cheryl: it took this weird dream I had but now I know how much I love you. I just hope that-

Y/N pulls her into a kiss…

Y/N: I love you too

Cheryl blushes as brightly as her hair…

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[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Madelaine//unscripted

Request: idk if requests are open but could you do and imagine where the cast is filming a scene and madelaine says as cheryl “How’s your boyfriend” and readers like “I don’t have a boyfriend” and madelaine says “oh I know I was just trying to remind u” and readers like “How’s your brother” and everyone starts bursts out laughing because it wasn’t scripted

hey! this was really fun to write so i hope you like it! and sorry it’s a little short. there’s a tiny hint of romance between reader and madelaine right at the end!

“Oh God.” Betty groans under her breath before her eyes meet Cheryl’s through the mirror. You tear your gaze away from the sink, shutting off the water before finding the source of Betty’s sudden annoyance. 

You roll your eyes when you see the redhead, her gaze already set on you and a smirk pulling on her lips as she looks you up and down. 

Finally Veronica joins in on the staring contest, putting the lipstick back in her bag and turning around. You and Betty share a tired look before following suit and for a few seconds, everything is quiet. 

Veronica looks annoyed as she picks at her newly manicured nails. Betty chews on her lip nervously as she glances between the slightly wet floor and the girl stood in front of you. And you’re just bored, you already know how this interaction is going to go, you just wish you could hurry up and get to it. 

Cheryl will say something rude, in a sickly sweet tone accompanied by a matching smile. And Betty will have to stop either you or Veronica from saying/doing something stupid. 

“Good morning to you too blondie.” Cheryl chirps, she’s far too happy at 7:30am and the tone of her voice causes a dull pain to form in the back of your head. Great, she’s been here for less that 30 seconds and she’s already given you a headache. 

Betty forces a smile at her cousin, a last ditch attempt to not end yet another interaction in a fight. But Cheryl ignores her, and instead of mirroring the clearly fake smile and moving on, her eyes narrow as she tries to figure out how else she can make the three of you miserable. 

“Move.” She barks and barges her way past you and Betty. Betty quickly moves to the side, rubbing her shoulder subtly as she quickly gathers up her things. But you don’t budge, instead you let her shoulder connect with your collarbone and stand your ground. 

“Nah.” You shrug and she pauses. Veronica and Betty share a worried look, they’ve been here before and it ended with you having a bloody nose and Cheryl a black eye that ruined picture day for that years yearbook. And as funny as it was to see Cheryl try and cover the bruise with enough makeup caked on her face to sink a ship, the days that followed were not funny. 

“I’m sorry.” She blinks and turns quickly. “Did you not hear me. I said move.” She continues and pokes a long finger nail into your shoulder. You look down in disgust, a frown pulling onto your lips as you look between her hand and you. 

“Y/n, it’s fine. Just leave it.” Betty says in an attempt to get the three of you out of the bathroom and into class in one piece. 

“Normally I wouldn’t agree with Betty but this really isn’t worth it Y/n.” Veronica adds making you roll your eyes. 

“Actually.” You argue. “I think it is worth it. Because we were here first, and if Cheryl wants something she should learn to ask nicely. She’s not bratty child anymore who can throw a tantrum and get what she wants.” You say, making sure to look at her as you talk and her eyes narrow at your words. 

“I-” She’s about to argue when you hold a hand, effectively shushing her and a small adrenaline rush courses through your veins. 

“So, why don’t you ask nicely and then maybe we’ll move. But really Cheryl, using violence as the answer? No wonder Toni left you. She may be a serpent but even you were too much for her.” 

Shit

Okay, maybe you went a little too far. Even Veronica looks scared for what’s about to happen which does little to help you feel confident. However you refuse to let Cheryl believe that she can just push people around, and yeah it was a little harsh but maybe it’s what she needed. 

Hurt flashes through her eyes as her composure falters for a few seconds. But as quickly as it disappears, her confidence comes back and she stands up straighter, folding her arms over her chest as the signature smirk finds its way back to her lips. 

“Y/n? How’s your boyfriend?” She asks and you frown in confusion. You send a quick glance to Veronica and Betty, both of whom just shrug and look back at the redhead. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You reply and a small giggle leaves her lips. 

“I know, I was just reminding you.” She says making you stiffen and glare at her. 

“Hey Cheryl?” You ask making her hum as she smirks proudly to herself. “How’s your brother?” You say, maintaining eye contact and a surprised laugh escapes her lips. 

“Cut!” Someone behind you shouts. Lili is the second one to break character, laughing loudly and soon she’s joined by the rest of the cast and crew. You try so hard to keep a straight face, but when Mads looks at you, you know you can’t help it anymore and snort a laugh. 

“I’m really sorry.” You say through giggles. “But it was right there. You all would have been more annoyed if I didn’t say it.” 

“Sure they would have.” Cami rolls her eyes at you playfully.  

“Ouch. That was cold Y/n.” Madelaine says, holding a hand over her heart and you shove her gently. “And now violence. Maybe you should be playing Cheryl.” 

“Nobody plays evil bitch better than you babe.” 

“Aw-hey!” 

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Mr. Lieutenant Sir

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☑︎ Pairing: Jake Seresin x Y/n Seresin (Mitchell)

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☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, flirty Javy, protective Jake

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A giggle leaves your lips as a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from the pile of dishes soaking in the water. The record player quietly plays in the background, and the lack of noise from the living room is a clear indication that Javy either went home without saying goodbye or he’s fallen asleep on the couch. The latter most likely, given how he never leaves without a hug and goodbye.

“Javy fall asleep?”

You get a hum in response, though it’s muffled against your neck as Jake gently kisses along the curve of it. With a shrug of your shoulder, Jake lifts his face and allows you to turn around and face him. You lean against the countertop, while your hands wrap around Jake’s neck and run through the hair at the base.

“Remember when you told me that for share time, Gray couldn’t stop talking about a model airplane he had?”

Your head gently nods as you enjoy the close moment with your husband. Mrs. Adam had gone out and bought little model planes for both twins when she saw the shirts that Jake had picked out. It was the sweetest thing, and you were so thankful that she not only cared but supported you and Jake every time you showed up with something for the twins.

“Well, I talked to your dad last week and asked about the possibility of the class coming to the base for a field trip.” Your hands stop and a smile graces your face, eyebrow popping up in the way of saying ‘oh really.’ “I didn’t want to tell you until I got a yes, but Mav told me tonight that Cyclone gave him the go-ahead.”

“Really?!” Your smile slowly grows, and your mind is already spinning up a plan of how to make everything happen. “The kids would love that, all of them. Of course, I’ll need to send out permission slips and a Friday would probably work be–”

“Sweet Girl, slow down.” The words cut off your ramble. While Jake rubs at your arms in a comforting fashion. “We have time baby; we will work it all out.”

You nod, but your smile remains the same. Since you started teaching you had always thought that it would be fun to take the kids on a field trip to Top Gun. Though the opportunity had never arisen, especially during the first couple of years. You were a new teacher and still wary of your abilities in handling 20 5-year-olds off school grounds. Now, you were more than confident that you could handle it, especially with the parents you knew would be volunteering. Your excitement may have also stemmed from how much you knew that the twins would enjoy themselves.

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“Eyes on me and clap three times, my little darlings!” Your voice echoes over the busy classroom, though at the request 20 little faces turn to you and clap or snap like you requested. “Very good! Now before you go home today, please give me your permission slips for our field trip this Friday. If you do not have them, come and talk to me.”

Your eyes scan through the classroom, each of your kids happily smiling while they take their permission slips from their go-home folder. Though your eyes eventually settle on Grayson and Madelaine. The pair of them sit quietly together, neither of them moving to take out a permission slip.

They had been oddly quiet all day, Gray was normally quiet though he always talked with you and Laine. While Laine was your little chatterbox in class who talked to everyone, though today neither of them said more than they were requested to. It had been eating away at you since you noticed it this morning and you had hoped that by this afternoon it would be better. Though as you look at them now, it only appears to have gotten worse.

The ringing of the bell pulls your attention back and has you focusing on the whole class again. A small line forms in front of you and your teaching aid Melissa, each of the kids waiting to hand you their signed slip. You give each of them a smile as they walk past and hand you their slip while following Melissa out to the pickup area. You count as they go past and as the last child in line goes out the door, your head pops up after only counting 18 heads.

Your eyes immediately find the twins, who are slowly putting their books away and looking as if going home was the last thing that they wanted to do.

You glance out to the hallway, checking to see if Melissa was going to come to tell you that Janice had actually shown up. Though the hallway is empty, clearly meaning she hadn’t arrived yet. Not worrying about the incompetent woman, you head over to the twins hoping to find out what has been eating away at them all day.

“Hello, my little munchkins.” Your voice gets their attention and Gray gives you a small smile, while Laine looks at you in defeat. You crouch down beside the desks, leaning over to fix the new glasses on Gray’s nose. “What’s going on? Why are my two favorite people so blue?”

You wait for the sassy comeback, though you don’t get one and a frown settles on your face. You rise from them and head back over to your desk, while they both silently watch you.

“I was saving this for a special day, and I think that today is that day.”

You rummage around the desk drawer until you find it. Usually, you would have Mrs. Adams give the children things that you had found for them, but last month you had found an antique children’s book that was in near-perfect condition and knew you had to buy it. The pair excelled in reading, and you knew that they would love to have a book of their own, instead of checking them out from the library.

You turn back around with the leather-bound book, only to find both Gray and Laine leaning over their desk trying to get a closer look. You give them both a smile, before placing the book down on Gray’s desk.

“I found this and knew how much you both enjoyed reading. I thought that it might be special for you, to have your own book that can take you on adventures and to different worlds anytime you want.”

The both of them smile happily, though as Madelaine opens it a small frown settles on her face. She looked toward Grayson who had yet to touch the book and now sported a small glare. Her eyes look towards you and your heartaches at the pain swimming in the baby blue.

“Can you keep it safe for us Ms. Cece?”

Your brow furrows in question, though before you can comment Gray speaks up.

“I got in trouble after my glasses got broken, I didn’t mean to run into things, but it just happened.” His voice is small, and you can barely hear him over the pounding in your head. You were positive that they were talking about Janice and her husband, but your mind was still reeling over the revelation.

“That’s why we don’t get to go see Mr. Jake and his plane.” Laine huffs as she says it and the way she crosses her arms would have made you giggle in any different situation. “They took everything as punishment, even our little model planes.”

It was like everything around you had turned off, and all you could think or see was the twins crying. The pair of them getting in trouble for things that aren’t their fault and how Janice and her husband shouldn’t have foster children at all. It didn’t matter whether they had the twins or any other children, you would be just as mad. They had no right to treat innocent children so harshly. It wasn’t just what you had found out today, it was the buildup of information you had learned over the last 4 months, and you had finally reached your breaking point.

Madelaine’s small sniffle pulls you from your thoughts and the sight before you almost break you completely. You were used to Laine comforting Gray; being the protector out of the two of them. Though now it’s Gray that holds onto Laine’s hands while resting their heads against one another. He doesn’t say anything, but just holds her and provides the safe space they’ve always had. The proximity of one another, their other half that made them whole.

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward to hold the pair. The sniffles subside momentarily as they both look up at you, before crawling into your lap. They both cling onto a shoulder as you whisper sweet nothings and rock them side to side.

“I’m going to fix it, okay?” Gray nods, while Laine clutches on tighter to you. “It’s gonna be okay.” You mutter the words and this time you’re not sure if you’re saying them for the twins or for yourself. The silver lining of your eyes breaks and a few stray tears fall, though you’re quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want either of them to see you cry, the both of them needed a solid, strong pillar to clutch onto in their storm-filled lives.

...

Jake hadn’t made it home yet, and you couldn’t seem to relax. You had been on the move since you had gotten home, tidying up the house, cooking dinner, and starting a batch of laundry, all to avoid the pending conversation that would no doubt be confrontational.

Janice had arrived just as you were taking the twins out, the three of you had stopped crying and knew that someone would be arriving soon. You had asked Janice if you could give her a call tonight, not wanting to have the conversation in front of the twins, and she bitterly told you that you could. Yet here you were, avoiding it. The last conversation you had with the woman ended with you in tears and you could only imagine how this one would go.

You glance at the clock and find that it’s just after 5, Jake would be home around 5:30 and you wanted to be off the phone by the time he arrived. Jake had been more than vocal about the langue lashing he wanted to give them, and you knew if he had the chance, he would jump on it faster than you could blink.

You settle against the kitchen counter, forgoing the idea of sitting, you were high-strung, and staying in one place wasn’t going to happen. You finger ghosts along your contact list until you find Janice’s name, and the small note of foster mom makes you sneer. The line rings quietly, but also as if it was a blaring alarm until there’s a click in the line, followed by a loud what.

“Hello Mrs. Williams, this is Y/n Seresin, the twin’s teacher.”

Your fingers drum against the counter as you wait for a reply, though the only thing she gives you is a hum. Your hand rakes through your hair as you push off the counter and start pacing.

“I was hoping to talk with you about the twins if that’s okay?” The words are barely passed your lips, before Janice cuts in.

“What did they do now?”

Her voice holds such disgust and animosity that it stuns you for a moment and causes you to take a few deep breaths.

“Nothing, they are wonderful in class. I was actually calling about our school field trip this coming Friday.”

 “Oh, so they came to you whining about not going, is that it?”

Her voice echoes through that phone and stuns you momentarily. Though when you hear her yelling the twin’s names, you’re quick to cut in.

“No, they didn’t say anything.” Your tone comes out harsher than you intended, though it does get Janice to stop yelling at or for the twins. “I noticed that they lacked a permission slip and wanted to reach out.”

You fear that the line has gone dead momentarily because the only sound you can hear is your own breathing. You pull the phone from your face and glance at it, to see that it is still on the call.

“Well, this Friday we are going out of town and even if we were in town, I’m not going to come chaperone. Not to mention, you are asking for 15 dollars for shirts. What do they need shirts for?”

You hear the door close and you glace to your side to find a smiling Jake. Though his face falls as he takes in your flustered appearance. You hold a finger up to your lips to stop him from talking, you couldn’t multitask right now.

“I really do think that this would be a great learning opportunity for Madelaine and Grayson.” Jake settles against the counter next to you, as he listens understanding who is on the other line without you having to say. “I don’t think that they should miss out on the experience, ma’am.”

“Listen here, unless you’re going to fork up the 30 dollars and be legally liable for them, not only Friday but the whole weekend, you need to shut up and mind your own business.”

You’re startled at her harsh words and your hate for the twins living situation only grows the more you talk to the woman. Though before you can reply, the phone is taken from your hand by a very mad Jake. Your eyes widen in worry, though he gives you a small smile that is in no way reassuring.

“Hello, ma’am. This is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, I’ve heard that you have a few issues with the field trip my wife has planned.” You can’t hear exactly what Janice replies, though you know that it’s not what Jake deems acceptable to hear. You silently watch Jake, though his eyes don’t move toward you once. They remain in a harsh glare, facing the back wall of the kitchen. “Ma’am, I understand that you don’t want to pay the fe–”

Your eyes widen when you hear Janice’s voice echo through the phone. There weren’t main people that cut off Jake and the ridged body language, followed by the small click of his tongue is a clear sign of how little it happened. You would have laughed at how much she screwed up, but you can’t stop the way you grab onto Jake’s hand. Your fingers intertwine to get his attention, and your gaze silently pleads him not to go off on her. You didn’t know what the woman was capable of, and you were already afraid that this conversation would lead her to punish the twins.

“Ma’am, if you would’ve been so kind to not interrupt me, you would have known that I will pay for Grayson and Madelaine. I just need you to sign the paper so that they can go.”

Her voice lowers through the phone, and you catch a word every now and again, as you watch Jake toed boot tap away on your hardwood floors.

“They’re going to be in the safest setting that they have, probably ever been in. Not only will my wife and the other parents be watching them, but I will personally be watching them. So don’t tell me that your reluctance is because you are worried about them. I know what type of living situation you’re providing for them, and it sure as hell isn’t safe in any way, shape, or form.”

...

Jake couldn’t even lie and say that he hadn’t meant for his tone to come off harsh. No, he wanted Janice to realize just how pissed off he was. Pushing off the counter, he couldn’t help but pace, it had always helped him calm down growing up. The feeling of your hand loosening in his hold pulls his attention back to you. Taking a step closer to you, he barely listens to the squawking echoing in his ear and tightens his hold on you before lifting the back of your hand to place a gentle kiss on it. Your eyes watch him wearily before they soften, and your own lips meet the back of his hand.

“Look I don’t care what you think about my parenting.” The words pull Jake’s attention back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t care if the little shits go or not, even if it’s going to be a ‘great experience’. If you want to take them so damn bad, then do it. But I’m not paying for them, and you’ll have to figure out what to do with them for the weekend because we won’t be home.”

The harsh sigh that leaves Jake’s lips isn’t other than that; a smack in the face that the kid's wellbeing meant nothing to their foster parents, and that Jake didn’t know if he could fix it.

“Just sign the permission slip.”

He doesn’t know what else to say and doesn’t leave room for Janice to reply before he hangs up.

...

Jake settles the phone on the kitchen counter, before looking back up at you. Your hands are still intertwined while you cradle them in your lap. A sigh leaves the both of your lips, and a deep ache settles in your chest as Jake pulls you to him. Folding your form into his chest as he places a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head. How were you supposed to take the class on a field trip without the twins, it wasn’t fair.

“You think Mrs. Adams could keep a secret?” The words are whispered into your hair and cause you to pull back from Jake in question. “I mean we need to have a reliable witness for when we sign an agreement to take care of the kids for the weekend. I don’t know if it’s internally legal, but neither is Janice leaving the kids at the house alone.”

“Jacob Seresin, what in the world are you talking about?”

The cocky smirk you fell in love with settles on his lips and has you smiling in reaction, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the idea Jake is suggesting.

“The twins are going on the field trip and then staying with us.” A harsh sigh leaves his lips, and his smirk settles into a harsh line. “I won’t let her ruin this for them.”

Your heart blooms in love, once again left to wonder how you got such a loving and loyal man. Your hand slips from his and rises up to cup his cheek, as your thumb works across the frown.

“I love you.” Jake’s eyes fall on you at the comment, though no smiles are passed between the two of you. Your eyes say enough, together you would jump headfirst into the unknown. “I love you so damn much.”

...

“Javy, honey I love you.” Your eyes look to the pilot, who stands behind your husband while occasionally making flirty eyes with Ms. Reynolds. “But why are you here?”

Janice was supposed you come in today and sign the form stating that you and Jake would be legally in charge of the twins for the weekends, as well as be liable if something happened to them. Mrs. Adams had been easy to convince, going as far as to draft up the paperwork herself. It might not have been “law binding” but it sure did look like something a lawyer would draft up.

“Well Jake told me that he needed back up,” Your husband's eyes flash back over his shoulder and look at Javy in bewilderment. “this Janice lady scares him.”

The words cause you and Mrs. Adams to giggle, but it's Jake muttering that Javy only wanted to see Ms. Reynolds that has the pair of you cackling. The harsh knock against the door has all of your eyes fleeting to Mrs. Adams' office entry, the laughter in you quickly dies down as Janice and Ed Williams glare at the five of you. They each carry a small pack that resembles the totes you had bought the twins at the beginning of fall, though the dirt on them makes you question if they're the same ones.

“Well, aren't you all just peppy.”  The pair of them drop the bags harshly, and the sneer that Janice gives you makes you shrink back slightly into Jake. You weren’t normally scared so easily, but the pair of them made you uneasy. Their eyes hadn’t left you, even when they addressed Mrs. Adams. Though as an arm wraps around your waist, your shoulders drop and relax further into Jake.

“Right, shall we get this finished up? Lunch will be over soon, and Melissa can only fill in so long.”

Mrs. Adams gives you a small smile that has you giggling. You loved Melissa dearly and she was one of the sweet people you had ever met, though the kids also knew how much of a pushover she was and often conned her into playing Heads Up, Seven Up.

“Yeah, we need to get on the road,” Ed answers Mrs. Adams gruffly as he steps forward to snatch the pen off the desk and sign without any other conversation. The topic of them getting on the road doesn’t go unnoticed, but you keep your questions to yourself for the time being.

Janice grabs the pen from Ed, and the smack of her gum has you glaring slightly. Her signature is messy and hardly legible.

“Which of you five are signing?” Janice flicks the pen out, scanning the room with it before flicking it into your open palm. You give her a small smile and thank you, though she only sneers in reply.

Your eyes flitter from Janice and Ed and back to Jake, who gives you a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze. You move to sign the document, as Jake steps out from around you and you can hear him introduce himself. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jake’s hand clasping Ed’s in a handshake and the tight grasp Jake has on Ed is anything up-friendly.

Jake lets go only to slide in behind you and gently takes the pen, as a gentle hand settles on your back before signing. The both of you finish and the weight in your chest seems to lift as Mrs. Adams then signs as a witness and gives you a small wink and smile that makes your own grow.

It felt different, the document signed was so much more than just the twins getting to go to Top Gun. It felt as though something deeper had solidified and now you only had to wait for it to become reality.

Your attention is pulled back to the Williams as they move to leave without saying anything else, though you are quick to ask what time you could pick them up in the morning. Both stop in their tracks and a full laugh is released from each of them.

“I wouldn’t know Ms. CeCe.” Janice all but spits the name out as it were venom. “We’re leaving now, not our problem according to that little paper. Have fun with the little devils.”

You had heard the twins mention more than enough times that their foster parents weren't fond of them, though hearing them talk about the children with such hatred shocked you and angered you went in a way that was indescribable. You're stunned in silence momentarily and by the time you realize that you don't have booster seats for either of the kids, the Williams are long gone from the school.

The defeated side falls from your lips, as you're trying to figure out how you can get two booster seats before the end of the school day while still teaching. Jake's hand rests against the small of your back and the slight movement of it reels your mind back in.

“They didn't give us booster seats. I haven't even gotten anything set up yet for them to sleep on, I was going to do it tonight.” You don't direct the statement towards anyone in particular, but you know Jake will be the first one working to find a solution.

“Don't worry sweetheart, Javy and I will take care of it. We've still got a couple hours before we have to be back. We'll go get everything and drop off the booster seats, before heading back to base.”

The words are muttered against your temple before a gentle kiss is placed. You're quick to bring Jake’s hand resting on your waist up to your mouth, to place a gentle kiss of thanks on it. You glance at Mrs. Adams who gives you a smile before she announces to everyone that Melissa is undoubtedly being manipulated by the children. A round of laughs echoed through the room before you leaned up to give Jake a kiss, placing all the love and thank you that you couldn't say into it.

He gives you a small smile before clasping your cheeks and kissing you on the forehead, turning to drag an unhappy Javy away from a smiling Ms. Reynolds. Before they can get far Javy calls out to have you give Ms. Reynolds his phone number. Jake’s laugh echoes off the hallways before he calls out as well, telling you that he may be a little late getting home tonight.

...

You wave to Mrs. Paulson as she guides Allison across the street. Mrs. Paulson had been the one parent that you could always count on, and once again she came to your aid when she decided to help supervise the field trip. You had met her husband at a parent-teacher conference and had instantly fallen in love with the family. Not only was Allison a wonderful student, but her parents were always open to trying new ideas. She just gotten diagnosed with ADHD this last summer and the Paulson, Mrs. Adams, and you were working up the best plan to help Allison.

You glance across the street once more making sure that everyone has been picked, before turning around to find Gray and Laine lying in the front grass watching the sky. Today was warmer than usual and the 70-degree December weather was quite enjoyable. You see Gray point to the sky, causing you to look up to see what the pair have been intensely watching.

A smile forms on your lips as you see a jet fly overhead, one of the perks of being just off base. You had love planes growing up and were always on base when your father was home, seeing the pair of them just as in love with planes only warms your heart more. Your movement toward the twins has them looking at you as you settle on your back beside Grayson, so he now rests between you and Madelaine.

“I think they're doing drills,” You hum in reply to Gray, waiting for him to continue. “They’ve been running the same pattern since we laid down.”

“See, watch how the two side planes break off and the middle one breaks toward either one.” You glance at Madelaine, silently wondering when she had become interested in planes. “Maybe it’s Mr. Jake. He’s a good flyer, right Gray.”

“Right.”

They both sound so sure of themselves and you giggle at how serious they are. Jake was going to eat this up when you told him, just one more thing to add to the ever-growing ego. You lay with them for a bit, enjoying how they talk about each plane so animatedly. You glance at your watch and find that it's nearing 4:30; the three of you needed to get home to ready where the twins are sleeping.

Home.

The word jars you for a minute and you have to silently remind yourself that it wasn’t the twin’s home. The arrangement was only for the weekend, and they weren’t your children, no matter how much you wished that they were. 

“Alright you two, we need to get going.” You rise onto your elbows and find the pair of them grinning at you. You had talked to them the morning after you called Janice and asked if they would be okay staying with you. You would never want to make either of them uncomfortable, and luckily they were more than excited at the idea of staying with you. More so when they realized it meant they would get to go on the field trip.

...

The car ride home was easy thanks to the pre-installed car seats, which you would have to thank Jake and Javy for. You had given Madelaine your phone when she had asked to pick the songs and unsurprisingly the five-year-old had put on one of your Spotify playlists that she continually requested during art time in class. Both you and Gray were happily surprised at her choice of 80’s hits.

The pair of them had sung the whole way home, putting on quite the show from what you could see in the review mirror. Their little voices filled that small car, flipping between words they knew, to just humming along to the tune.

You pull up to the house, the vacant parking space and dark house confirm that Jake was indeed going to be late tonight. Both of the kids are out of the car before you can even try to unbuckle them. Their eyes sparkle are they look at the white bungalow, bouncing on their toes at the sight of a front lawn and you can hear Gray whisper to Laine, asking if they were actually allowed to play on it.

The question hurts, such a simple request that had no doubt been denied before. Though before you can fall further down the rabbit hole, you grab the twin totes from the passenger seat. You were going to enjoy this weekend, make it the best experience for them both, and not think about everything else.

“Come on my darlings,” You glance at your watch and find that it's almost five. “We’ve got to cook dinner and get your beds situated for tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Both of them give you a massive smile and Gray is quick to latch onto your hand, while Laine walks up the red stone walkway. You knew that Gray got anxious when it came to new ideas and had expected him to be attached to you for most of the night.

Laine, on the other hand, would know the house like the back of her hand by the end of the weekend and most likely have Jake wrapped around her finger. More so than he already is.

To your complete surprise, upon entry into the guest bedroom, you found the white daybed completely set up with the bedding set you had picked up the other day. You and Jake had decided that for this weekend the twins could stay in one room together, you didn’t want to separate them and cause any unneeded stress. While you had thought you would be setting up the room tonight, Jake and Javy must have come by and done it after finding out that the twins would be staying tonight.

“Alright you two, what do you think?” You hadn’t realized just how worried you were about the twins liking what you had picked out for them. You had found a set of light and dark blue bed sheets that you thought would be appropriate. Then found each of them their own special blanket, Gray’s consisted of planes and the Navy emblem, while Lainie’s had turtles and other tropical fish.

You watch the both of them carefully as they walk into the room, taking in the plain white walls and the small book nook where you enjoyed reading. They move slowly through the room, fingers running over the dresser and then stopping at the bed. The totes fall from their hands, and they slowly pick up the blankets, examining the cotton as if they had never had a blanket to call their own.

You don’t move and the breath in your chest catches at the reality that is unfolding before you. How long had they gone unloved? How many nights did they cry wrapped in each other’s arms, the only form of protection they knew? Your eyes are misty, and you wipe at the awaiting tear before it can fall.

“Ms. CeCe, who are these for?” Laine asks with only the tiniest echo behind the words.

“They’re yours,” Your voice catches and causes both the twins to turn around. “I picked them out for you. Do you like them?”

A small hum comes from the pair as they clutch onto the blankets and watch you carefully. You give them a weak smile, though before you can let your emotions overwhelm all three of you the sound of the front door opening, and closing has you looking back out into the hall.

“Darlin’?”

The voice has Laine letting out a small squeal before she races past you, blanket in tow, and makes for the front door.

“Mr. Jake!”

Gray settles at your side, holding onto your hand as the both of you make your way out to the front hall. The sight of Madelaine clutching onto Jake as he holds her stops you in your track, and for a moment you forget that they aren’t yours and Jake’s children. How had they looked so much like Jake, with the perfect dirty blonde hair and the small award-winning smile.

Jake glances up at you and gives both you and Gray a smile before he runs a hand down the back of Laine’s hair. A quiet hello, little darlin’ just barely reaches your ears, though as Laine tightens her hold on Jake, you know you heard right.

“We saw you flying today, Mr. Jake.”

The small voice gains the attention of all three of you, and as you look down Gray only smiles back at you in hopes that you’ll confirm what he’s said. Though before you can say anything, Jake adjusts Laine onto his hip, and he walks to bend down in front of Grayson.

“Is that right, buddy?” A smile forms on Gray’s lip before he gives Jake a firm nod. “And how was I doing? Did I meet your standards?”

Gray nods once again, before Laine looks at him in question then turns back to Jake. “Gray says you’re the best.”

“That so?”

Gray’s hand tightens around yours before a hum and smile break across his face. “The best fighter pilot ever seen.”

You hear Jake’s breath catch before his free arm reaches out to grab Gray. A laugh breaks from Gray and any worry you had of him being uncomfortable around Jake, falls to silent ears. With one on each hip, Jake rises and looks at you, the both of you share knowing looks while the twins laugh.

Life had never felt this perfect. You and Jake had always felt whole like you weren’t missing a part of the puzzle, though an add-on would have been welcomed. But now, you both knew that the four of you were the complete puzzle. That without both Gray and Laine in your lives, a part of your puzzle would be incomplete for the first time.

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[borntoocry]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐲.                                  e. williams x reader

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

summary: yn and Ellie smoke and talk about everything relationship related. something very real and needed after yn’s disappearance. 

word count: 3.8K

warnings: violence.

tag list: @evangelinejxy @zahrwa @machetegirl109 

Madelaine was a girl you could only explain with a 2014 grunge Pinterest board. Her brown hair appeared black at certain angles, which confused you, and it made you angry how well she suited the changing colors. She was Snow White except she wore black tights and black shorts and boots that crawled up her knees. Her long sleeve was tight against her skin and you could see her nipples poking through the material. She was this aesthetic looking girl that was everything you wanted to be.

Ellie had the girl you wished to be and she didn’t even love her. This felt like a slap to the face, a kick to the stomach, and stomp on the head, a thorough beating. It felt like all of your nightmares were jumping you.

You shook her hand and offered a curt smile. You were angry at Madelaine somehow. She was perfect and she seemed nice, but Ellie didn’t love her. So what on earth was she doing wrong? Was she perfect for absolutely no reason?

“YN,” you said, which took the smile on her lips and dragged it to the ground. You retrieved your hand and stuck both into your butt pockets. “I see my name fucks everyone up, huh?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve just never seen you before. Ellie never showed me any pictures after I asked.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You wanted to see me?”

“I wanted to know what you looked like,” she clarified.

You nodded. “Ah. Well here I am. Infamous YN YLN.”

“You’re gorgeous,” she said, which shattered your already breaking heart.

When you were with Ellie, you were a silent 18 year-old girl who made no effort in getting to know more than five people. Your people consisted of Dina, Jesse, Ellie, and Ellie’s dealer, who was quite nice for a guy with gang-related tattoos and a scary face. Besides them, you didn’t speak to the people Ellie brought around. You were okay with them, but you didn’t become friends. You would just say hi and bye, nothing more. So for Madelaine to shake your hand and call you beautiful was both endearing and horrifying.

You nodded once more. “You are too.”

“No, hush.”

You playfully rolled your eyes albeit wanted to truthfully roll them. She knew she was beautiful, there was no lie about that. Maybe that’s one of the reasons Ellie didn’t love her.

You needed to smoke before your mind went haywire and you exploded. You were being an asshole again and you told yourself you’d be kind. “Do you smoke?” you asked Madelaine.

“Cigarettes?” she replied with her eyebrows knitted together.

Your eyes widened and you chuckled. “No. Weed.”

“Oh,” she popped. “No. I don’t do drugs. They mess with my mind.”

“Well that’s alright. If you don’t mind, I’ll be out front with a blunt.” You glanced behind you at Ellie rocking back and forth against the fence. “Weed’s on Dina if you’re up to smoke.”

“Oh Ellie doesn’t smoke,” Madelaine nipped.

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow at Ellie. “You don’t?”

Ellie stared back at you with a locked jaw. Her hands were deep in her pockets but even then you could tell they were in fists. No words came out of her mouth. Not even a head shake.

“No,” Madelaine replied. For her. For the tough girl who used to be able to answer for herself. “She doesn’t like that stuff.”

“Since when?” you laughed.

“Since we started dating. I made her stop. It was nasty and I didn’t like her when she smoked.”

You wobbled back to look at them both. “And she just quit?”

“Yep.”

Now you understood why Ellie might’ve hated Madelaine. She was controlling. You glanced at Ellie and squinted your eyes at her figure. She was slumping over, she looked annoyed, and she looked like she desperately wanted to smoke.

“You don’t even let her on special occasions?”

Madelaine shook her head.

“Well that’s no fun,” you said with a smile. “She should be able to smoke sometimes.”

Madelaine scoffed. “I’m sorry YN but you aren’t her girlfriend anymore. You can’t make her follow your rules.”

You looked down at the girl and tilted your head. “Madelaine, when I was with Ellie, I didn’t make her follow any shit rule. She wasn’t my fucking puppy.”

She prodded the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Well now I see why it didn’t work out.”

Ellie stepped forward and grabbed Madelain’s arm. She pulled her aside and quietly whispered something to her. She huffed and puffed but after a minute of staring at them, she stepped away and walked to the bonfire. She looked like a baby the way she prodded off.

This left you and Ellie staring each other down. You shoved your hands back into your pockets, awkwardly drifting your thumb over your butt. Ellie looked you over as if she hadn’t done it millions of times before and sucked her lips into her mouth. She was silently observing you like she was going to strike at any moment.

The longer Ellie stared, your craving intensified. You took a step to your right and cleared your throat. “C’mon,” you said, jutting your head towards the house, “let’s go bother Dina for some weed.”

Ellie followed behind you as you searched the house for Dina. After a minute of searching and coming up empty handed, you started yelling. This quickly caught everyone’s attention. It was funny how everyone turned their heads to see you desperate and afraid Dina had somehow taken her bright personality to another party. People spat out directions like ‘Over there!,’ or ‘She’s in the bathroom,’ even though there were about two and a half bathrooms in the house; and when you searched every bathroom, someone finally said, ‘She’s right here!’

A random girl was locking arms with your best friend and you pulled her away. You and Ellie tucked her into a corner and badgered her for her weed stash.

“YN,” she said, pushing your crawling fingers away from her sides. “Stop tickling me! My stash is in my room. In my closet on the highest shelf. It’s in a Toms shoe box.”

You kissed her cheek and gave her side one last pinch. “Thanks D, I owe you.”

She hummed and you quickly grabbed Ellie by the elbow. You pulled her up the crowded stairs and down the hall to the right, where Dina’s room was locked… and you were the only one with the key.

You dug into your bra and retrieved the purple key, shoving it into the lock and twisting and turning it. You finally opened the door and hauled Ellie inside. You slammed the door shut and twisted the lock. You dropped the key back between your boobs and ran to the closet, climbing over Dina’s heavy dresser to grab the Toms box decorated in pink duct tape. You took off the lid and smiled at the sight of the pre-rolls enclosed in a clear mason jar.

“How many do you think we’ll smoke?”

Ellie hummed. “Er… I’d say one is fine.”

You slowly turned to her with a hand tightly wrapped around Dina’s closet railing. “One?”

Ellie’s mouth fell open and she rolled her eyes. “Did you not hear what Madelaine said?”

“That her puppy doesn’t smoke weed anymore because it alters brain chemistry or some shit?”

“Ding-fucking-ding,” she said, her voice deep and annoyed.

You scoffed and took one singular pre-roll out of the jar. You placed the lid back onto the box and stuffed it in its respective place on the shelf. You snatched a lighter off her dresser and walked over to her bed.

You sat on the bed and slapped the space beside you. “C’mon over here and sit,” you said, to which dragged Ellie over. She acted like she didn’t want to sit next to you–a slouching back with a pair of dragged feet–but as she sat down, she inched her way closer to your body.

You placed the joint in your mouth and sparked the end of it with the hot pink lighter. You inhaled until the tip was cherry red and proceeded to do so as you removed the joint from your lips. You exhaled the cloud of smoke and passed the joint to Ellie, who was both mesmerized and hungry.

“Are you a lightweight now too?” Ellie asked as she stuffed the joint between her lips.

You shrugged. “Currently, no. But maybe next month.”

“What do you mean?” Ellie rasped, the sound of smoke lingering in her throat vibrating through her words.

“Every once in a while I give myself a tolerance break for a certain drug. Last month it was alcohol. Instead of drinking a shit ton, I smoked a shit ton. So right now I have a high weed-tolerance, but a low alcohol-tolerance.”

Ellie hummed. “And why do you do it?”

You took the joint from her nimble fingers and raised it up to your lips. “Feels like I’m doing some heroic shit for my body.”

“And does it work?”

You inhaled, exhaled, and chuckled. “I don’t fucking know.”

She laughed. The sound reminded you of moments you didn’t want to reminisce on just yet. So you took another hit and asked, “So what’s up with your girlfriend?”

Ellie sighed. She placed her feet on the ledge of the bed and hugged her knees. “It’s too complicated to talk about. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

You shoved her shoulder with your own and looked over at her. “Before we dated we were best friends. And even when we did, you were one of my only friends. So spit it out. I don’t care if I have to figure it out in my head.”

She nodded and leaned against your warm body. “She has a strange mentality,” she began, her hands picking at her jeans and the patch of skin at her knee. “When we first started talking, I didn’t realize. And when we first started dating, I brushed off her weird remarks and lack of communication ‘cause I really did like her. She’s gorgeous, you know that, and she makes killer first impressions. When I first started noticing the strange things she would say, like, “You’re almost like a guy so you wouldn’t understand this,” I would just laugh it off because if I said anything about it, I’d end up overthinking it.” She exhaled a string of breaths that continued for a couple of seconds. She dropped her head and your mind kept telling you to pick it up for her and kiss away the wrinkle between her eyebrows. But Ellie sniffled and you quickly realized this topic was more serious than you thought. Madelaine truly was a monster. “I used to think that when I pointed out more shitty things about her, that I was only finding a reason to leave her. But I wasn’t. She just was an asshole.”

You ashed the joint and placed it on the ashtray beside you. You dropped your head to level with hers and whispered, “I know there’s more you want to say. You can say it, I promise I won’t say anything.”

She nodded. “YN, I know you think I should stay with her, but I know I need to leave her. This has nothing to do with you coming back but at the same time it has so much to do with you coming back.” She glanced at you and squinted. “For the year and a half I have been with her, my feelings haven’t even been considered. I haven’t been taken out on dates, I haven’t been the one receiving shit, I haven’t even gotten fucking head, YN,” she laughed manically. “She treats me like I’m a guy.”

“All because you’re masculine?”

“Exactly.”

The eye contact between you was as strong as the drugs mixing in your body. You kept looking at each other, observing one another’s matured faces and wishing you could see if more than just her freckled skin had matured. You knew she had changed–her figure took on more muscle than you could believe, her hands were even more godsent than before, and her hair was shorter, offering a better view of her chest–but to this extent? You were a melting ice cream cone begging the sun to just fade away.

“When you stare at me like that I don’t think we can have a serious conversation,” Ellie whispered.

“Well you started it,” you replied.

“Sure,” she rasped. “But truthfully, I do want to hear from you. What do you think of her?”

You rolled your eyes and steadied your hands along your thighs. “I think she’s a dumb bitch who deserves my fist in her fucking face.”

Ellie chuckled. “You’re not fighting anyone.”

“Yeah well who is she to treat you like you’re not a woman? Just because you’re a masculine woman doesn’t mean you have manly emotions or manly feelings and thoughts. And it especially doesn’t mean you don’t deserve head. Does she not want to because you don’t have a dick or something?” you exclaimed.

“Probably,” she muttered.

Ellie had never been the type to spit out what was shredding her to pieces. It struck arguments when you were together, but you worked it out every time. You could tell Madelaine didn’t care. Not about Ellie’s emotions, her mental health, nor her sexual needs. If she was in such distress every time she was with Madelaine, she needed to leave the relationship.  

“Fuck her,” you spat. “Bring her to me and I’ll tear her stupid leather jacket to pieces.”

“Don’t,” Ellie said. “It cost me damn near two-hundred bucks.”

“Shut the hell up,” you said. “For what?”

“Her birthday. She kept crying about it and I was tired of hearing her yap about it, so I bought it.”

“And what did she give you in return?”

“It was a gift, YN,” Ellie clarified as if you hadn’t heard her loud and clear.

“Yeah but I don’t mean what you think I mean,” you answered. “I mean, did she fuck you for it?”

“Fuck no,” she said.

“Then fuck her and her dumbass Pinterest board aesthetic.”

Ellie cackled. She fell into your side and you leaned your laughing face against her forehead. You placed a hand on her thigh to keep you both steady but as she pulled away, your hand remained glued to her. She gazed at her burning skin and then up at you. Your throat throbbed and you swallowed the spit halting you from speaking and breathing.

Ellie tugged your hand higher up her thigh and you flinched. You pulled back and instead, placed your burning fingers between your thighs. Ellie could feel the tension tying around your necks, but she did nothing to soothe it. Instead, she made a Boy Scouts knot and pulled as tightly as she could.

“Why’d you leave?” she asked you.

You dropped your head as she had done once before and huffed. “I told you already.”

“You didn’t tell me anything; you wrote me a note.”

“And I’m sorry, but my reason is on that piece of paper.”

“But what if I want to hear you say it?” Ellie pleaded.

You slid a hand over your eyes and stopped at your chin to pinch and somehow stop yourself from crying out. The topic of leaving for two years and magically reappearing made you emotionally unsteady. You constantly thought about it, but you rarely spoke of it. Speaking of it somehow made everything worse.

“I don’t know how to tell you.”

“Well like you said, we used to be best friends. You can tell me anything.”

You looked up at her through your eyelashes and found the calmness within her eyes. You nodded and stood up. If Ellie didn’t like your answer, you wouldn’t have to fight her away if you needed to leave. You could simply walk out of the door. It was easier this way.

“Well I don’t know. You broke me when you said what you said. Calling me insecure and bashing me for having trust issues made me go insane. I mean…” You drew in as much air as you could and held it at the bottom of your stomach. “I loved you, Ellie. I loved you so much my heart fucking hurt every time I thought about our relationship. You were so good to me. You listened to me and you tended to every desire I had. You didn’t just want me for sex. You wanted me for my brain and my feelings and emotions. And you were patient!” you exclaimed. “You were so patient. But then you said I was insecure and I didn’t trust you. But I did. I did trust you, Ellie. With my heart. But I was a terrible overthinker; and every person I had been with before you treated me like I was just a person and not their significant other. Like I was just a ragdoll they could shove their dick or fingers into and I’d be alright for the next few days. They would leave me for someone else and come back to me. So when you would go home every other month, I was scared you would find someone else and leave me at college to find out you didn’t love me anymore.”

When you stopped walking back and forth and looked at Ellie, you froze. Her face was red and splotchy and tears were running down her cheeks. She was no longer cradling her knees, but on the edge of the bed, arms on her thighs and eager to stand.

You walked to her and sat down in front of her. She followed suit and sat down, her hands reaching for sweaty ones. She separated your thumbs and placed them on her lips. She kissed the pads of your thumbs. Over and over again. It felt like cheating. It probably was, but neither of you could pull away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against your skin. You grasped her cheeks and caressed her jaw with your remaining fingers, trying to brush away her tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t take my time to understand why you had a hard time trusting me. I should’ve known.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t know and I never made an effort to tell you. This wasn’t entirely your fault.”

“I shouldn’t have lashed out, though.”

“And I shouldn’t have left,” you whispered. “I should have talked to you about it instead of leaving.”

“And you left because…”

“I had to work on all of my unresolved problems. I was a mess, and I did have trust issues I failed to work on, and I was a raging insecure idiot. So you weren’t lying, but I guess the truth hurt like hell.”

Ellie nodded. “I was still an idiot for yelling at you and scaring you off. I might have made you realize something, but I shouldn’t have bashed you for it. I should have sat down and brought up something that hurt me. So we could calmly talk about it.”

“Yeah well now what can we do?” you said. Your thumbs were now traveling around her lips, touching the crevices and smoothing over her smile lines. Or lack thereof.

“Nothing,” she answered. “But–”

“I think you should break up with her,” you spat. Ellie’s eyes exploded. “You should leave her. She’s no good for you.”

“I know, I know, but it’s not as easy as we say it is.”

“Well I can help.”

“YN.”

“Ellie.”

She pulled your hands away from her face and placed them on her hips. She hovered over you as she sat on her knees, and with her own pair of hands, graced your face. You looked up at her, confused and drenched with tears. She slowly leaned in and you shut your eyes–if she was going to cheat, you didn’t want to see her as she did it.

You could feel her breath panning against your mouth and you hummed. She was going to kiss you after two years.

She was.

Until a terrifying knock shook you both out of your shoes. You pulled away and stood up, dusting yourself off before the doom–Madelaine–bursted in. You dusted yourself off on your way to the vibrating door, and unlocked it. You opened the creaking wood and smiled at the angry Madelaine.

“Hey,” you said with a smile.

You couldn’t catch her punch as your tears were still invading your eyes. But when you wiped your eyes away and dodged her next wobbling punch, you struck her right in the jaw.

Holy shit, you thought, I just knocked out Ellie’s shitty girlfriend.

And holy shit thought Ellie too. She quickly grabbed you and wiped your bloody face, holding you away from Madelaine, who was slowly dragging herself up. She pointed at you, spitting out blood and curses.

You laughed. “Fuck you!” you shouted over Ellie’s shoulder. “You controlling bitch!”

“You’re the homewrecker!” she shouted back.

“You can’t wreck a home that’s already broken, you psycho.”

Madelaine got up and walked over to you and Ellie. She dug her finger into Ellie’s chest and pushed her away. Thankfully, Ellie pushed her away and said, “Just sit down and talk. Why the fuck did you have to punch her?Are you fucking crazy?”

“The fuck?” Madelaine spat. “You were going to have sex with her while your girlfriend was outside crying.”

“I wasn’t going to have sex with her, Maddie,” Ellie whined.

“Yeah well from what I heard out here, you were.”

You stood by and watched, saying nothing but wanting to throw another punch at her stupid face.

“I wasn’t going to fuck her! But whatever you heard out there was fucking true! So while I wasn’t going to fuck her, I am going to break up with you.”

Madelaine’s jaw trembled. You looked down at her figure–her red hand was balled up into a fist, ready to swing again, but this time into Ellie’s face. She raised her fist into the air and as she was about to knock it into Ellie’s jaw, you pulled her forearm and pulled her onto the ground beside you.

Ellie stepped back as your fist collided with her cheek. This was enough to calm her down for the next couple of seconds. She laid on the floor like a baby, but with blood and tears instead of just tears.

You looked up at the people surrounding the room. The audience was too in shock to pull out a phone, and for that you were grateful. People would have thought you were fighting over a girl. Which, to an extent, you were. But to you, you were fighting someone to defend your best friend.

“Someone come get this bitch and calm her the fuck down,” you shouted, pulling everyone out of their wide-eyed stare. Dina, who was pushing against everyone, dragged Madelaine out of the room with only an enthusiastic “Good job” coming out of her mouth.

#Ellie Williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fanfic #elliewilliams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #lesbian #lesbian romance #bisexual #the last of us fic #tlou fanfiction #Ellie TLOU #romance #lgbt romance #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie williams x female reader

[luckyportuguese]

When Y/n Lillard Ulrich goes to a daddy-daughter dance

Bubba! Matthew Lillard x Daddy! Skeet Ulrich x Toddler!Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n invites Matthew Lillard to join a daddy-daughter dance in her preschool.

Warnings: Skeet being an emotional parent, Matthew being happy, featuring KJ Apa, Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes and Madelaine Petsch.

Today's the day. The daddy-daughter dance.

The school decided to the girls bring their dads and since Y/n has 2 superheroes called dads but she didn't know who was coming.

It was 3pm when her daddy's best friends Cole and KJ were picking her up since Skeet and Matthew were going to the groceries for a movie night with Vanessa, Madelaine, Camilla and Lili.

Well and the boys too but Skeet asked them to pick their daughter from school. As the students left to greet their parents, KJ and Cole saw Y/n with her backpack and holding a paper on her hands.

As soon she saw Cole and KJ, she went to hug them and Cole asked Skeet's daughter what was the paper for.

When they got inside of the car and KJ started to drive to their house.

"Hey, sweet angel, what's that on your hand?

"Oh, this is for daddy-daughter dance. But I don't know who to invite."

"How about you invite Bubba?" KJ asked.

"Bubba?" Y/n asked while looking at the boys.

"Yeah, since you're always hanging out with Daddy, why not Bubba?" Cole asked the younger Lillard Ulrich.

"Maybe, I'll ask him when he comes home."

After a 17 minute drive to the Lillard-Ulrich household, they arrived with Skeet and Matthew with hugs and kisses to the young Lillard-Ulrich girl.

"Hey baby, how was school?" Skeet asked her.

"It was good and I want ask something to Bubba."

"I'm listening." Matthew getting up from the couch and gets on his daughter's eye level.

"Canyoucomewithmetoadaddydaughterdance?"

Y/n was getting nervous and Matthew didn't understood his daughter.

"Slow down sweetie, I didn't understand."

"Can you come with me to the daddy-daughter dance with me?

Skeet was happy that she wants to build a father-daughter relationship with Matthew and his husband was getting emotional.

"Bubba, are you ok?" Y/n getting concerned.

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine, of course I'll come with you."

Y/n was smiling and decided to hug her Bubba and Cole called the girls early to help Y/n picking a cute dress to make Skeet and Matthew cry of happiness.

The dance was at 9pm and finishes at 11pm. It was 8pm Madelaine and Camila chose a purple dress and Vanessa and Lili decided to put Y/n's hair on a bun with purple flowers that they got for Y/n's birthday.

(this is the dress and the hairstyle can be how you want.)

The girls looked at the little girl as she was the masterpiece of a art that they created.

While in living room, Cole and KJ were cooking and Skeet was fixing his husband's tie and trying to calm him down.

But when Lili and Madelaine helped Y/n getting her down the stairs, caught the attention to the boys.

Cole hasn't never seen Skeet being this happy besides being with Matthew and a small little girl changing his life.

He swore that were tears coming out of Skeet's eyes.

Matthew looked at his little girl, so beautiful with that long brown hair was in bun, brown eyes, beautiful purple dress and that flowers that are around her hair.

Matthew went to her and kissed her hand, KJ started to film this daughter and father going to a dance.

"Princess Y/n, you look beautiful." Matthew started to do his known Shaggy voice and kissed her hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Shaggy, you look as usual."

Everyone was laughing and they went to the dance. Let's just say that they have a wonderful time and she fell asleep on her Bubba on their way back home and she slept next to her Bubba and Daddy.

thanks for watching :)

#skeet ulrich #skeet ulrich x matthew lillard #matthew lillard #skeet ulrich x child!reader #matthew lillard x child!reader

[royalsunshinehotel]

You just know Leo usher wants to spank his girl so I’m requesting it

I come to you once again pleading for Rahul kohli spanking fic I beg please

The Smallest Man In The World (Napoleon Usher x reader, 18+)

A/N: Babe I see you and I admire your persistence. This took a dark turn but spanking is spanking. I hope you enjoy.

At your core, you know two things to be true about the Usher "family." One was that an interaction with Rodrick or Madelaine would ruin your day if you were lucky and not your life.

The second was that Leo Usher, as well as the rest of the kids, were tragedies waiting to happen. Any average Joe who looked in their direction knew it, and everyone just left it as it was. Tragedies make good headlines, and god knows the house of Usher was comfortable in the headlines.

And that puts you here. You're a fan, to some degree, of tragedy. An affinity for darkness will put you in the same circles as the Usher boys, "the bastards," and you were comfortable there for a time until your meds kicked in.

Now, you were on your way out. The light at the end of the tunnel had never shined brighter, your life, your career, your family, all well for the first time ever. You should be soaring above the clouds, you should be enjoying everything the light had to offer, and you were here, underneath him.

It was his fault. He'd refused to come with you, so you had to stay here with him like this.

You know, when he pulls up to your location, and you have to cancel your plans for him. He's holding you back, and on some level, he knows it.

You're usually wearing a skirt of some kind, but it didn't matter. He'll tear his way through anything you wear, and you'll let him. It's Leo- Your Leo.

He'll pull his car up, and you'll get in the back seat, and he'll drive - too fast - to some secluded area - or not.

You don't have long to get undressed, and when he pulls over somewhere, your bottom half is bare, and you're presenting yourself to him.

You just want him to stop hurting, even if it's only for a little while.

And your reward, is a loud, stinging slap to your ass. He loves doing it, he lives for it, actually. It's a perfect way to let off steam, and the bounce of your rear is just too good to deny. He won't. He doesn't deny himself anything, ever.

Followed by another, another, and another.

He takes what he needs from you and you let him, writhing, mewling, moaning. If you're lucky he'll get you off too, but it's not the goal.

You're here to warm his cock, to make sure he's not alone, to fill whatever hole Rodrick had escavated from his children in their latest meeting.

That's okay, though. The two of you were friends once, maybe you could be again.

Anyone could see you, but you know Leo wouldn't mind if they did.

Anything for attention right? Anything for a headline?

Leo Usher fucks some whore on the side of the road- click here to watch. It's you, you're the whore.

And you know, when he's done, he'll peel you off him, and drive you home.

You'll get the passenger side door, walk out onto the pavement, and he'll be gone before you even get inside. He'll go home to his boyfriend, or whoever, someone who mattered to him more than you did.

You'll spend the rest of the evening wondering if there was anything you could do for him. Anything to cut him off from these people who would throw him away the second he stopped bending the knee.

You love him.

You really love him, and he knew it. He doesn't think he deserves to feel the same, and yet here he was, fucking into you like he didn't know your name, or favorite color.

Talking with his father left him hungry, and nothing you could do would ever be enough.

#leo usher #leo x reader #leo usher x reader #rahul kohli #rahul kohli smut #rahul kohli imagine

[honeymilkau]

Iron Roses

Eddie Munson x Female Reader 18+

summary: when your band - Iron Roses - walk into The Hideout bar in Hawkins to play a shared set with Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson couldn’t help but become interested in you as he watched you play the drums. The two of you become acquainted with each other enough for you to join The Hellfire Club, as your relationship grows, your feelings for each other grows with it.

word count: 4969

genre: soft x smut

warnings: intense sex holy crap/ idk anything about D&D, just wanted to make this very clear/ swearing

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DECEMBER

The bandmates of Corroded Coffin walked into the bar - The Hideout - where they were set to perform later that Tuesday night. "I think that we'll get a bit of a crowd tonight, its winter break." Eddie smirked, helping Gareth and Jeff set up the stage. Gareth only struggled while Jeff muttered a hopeful "maybe" under his breath

"It'll be great boys, they'll be cheering for us." He grinned, helping with the wiring. The owner of the hideout walked up to the boys, shaking their hands and thanking them for coming back. "Now before you leave the stage, introduce the next performance, another band."

"Yeah sure, when did you decide to do two acts?" Eddie couldn't help but ask

"Iron Roses just formed and they were pretty desperate so, I decided to give them a chance, see how they do." Mr Smith smiled softly "I'll leave you guys to continue setting up."

He left them to themselves. They continued setting upland soon enough, the small bar started filling up with college students, catching up with their childhood friends after being away from each other for so long.

Eddie smirked softly "Its time boys" he bent over and grabbed his electric guitar, picking it up and kissing it quickly "Lets go, baby girl." He wrapped the guitar strap around him and started teasing onstage, followed by his bandmates.

"Hello everyone, we're corroded coffin." He said smugly into the mic as the crowd went silent.

They started playing the intro to Enter Sandman by Metallica, only a couple of people cheering them on in the crowd. They continued playing as the crowed got more excited and started cheering them on more.

You walked in with three other girls, watching the boys perform. You nod softly "They're pretty good." You commented, impressed by their performance. Your eyes danced around the stage, looking at everyone in the band before a long, curly haired guy appeared at the corner of your eye, playing his guitar.

As you continued to stare, his solo came on. You were undeniably impressed with this boys talent. He was eccentric, charismatic, fun, he thrived off the audience and the reactions he was given. He was an artist.

"He's pretty good." Your guitarist, Emily, commented

"Pretty sexy too." Madelaine chuckled

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes "I wasn't thinking about him like that."

Your band continued watching the rest of their set, the crowd cheered in unison, clapping loudly "Thank you, Thank you everyone. Again, we're Corroded Coffin, we're here every Tuesday night, we hope you enjoyed us. Please get ready for the next performance of the night, Iron Roses."

"Lets go." Madelaine said, leading the group to the stage. You all walked pass Corroded Coffin as you walked onto stage. You grabbed your drum sticks and looked over at the guy who was playing guitar before. He smiled in your direction and gave you a little wave.

"Kick some ass." He said to you

You smiled and nodded at home "It'll be tough to do so after your set."

He couldn't say anything else to you before you walked on stage with the rest of the girls.

The crowd cheered once again "Hi everyone, we're Iron Roses. We hope you enjoy."

You and Emily looked at each other, you spun your drumsticks around your fingers as she nodded at you. You both started the song Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, making the crowd scream. Aj Soon followed in with the bass and Madelaine started with the vocals.

The boys watched, mouth opened slightly. "Fuck," Eddie said under his breath, watching you play "They're good."

After your set was done, madelaine waved to the crowd "Again, we're Iron roses! I'm Madelaine, main vocal, then was have Aj on bass, emily on guitar and Y/n on drums." once again, the crowd cheered for your group as you left the stage.

You all started loading up the small things you had into Aj's van. "Good first show, if i do say so myself." she grinned, looking over at you.

"Good? It was great." you smiled back at her, helping her with whatever she needed.

"Hey," a calming voice called out to the four of you, you looked up to see the band from before.

"Uh, I'm eddie, this is Gareth and Jeff." he pointed to the two guys behind him who waved at you all.

"I'm madelaine!" mads' thrilled attitude came out and she shook eddie's hand. "You killed it on guitar today."

"Thanks," he grinned and looked over at emily "You're good yourself, you were shredding it."

Emily grinned "Thanks"

He looked over at you and nodded in your direction "So,"

you looked at him shyly "So,"

he motioned to move you away from the group. They all took the hint pretty quickly and started talking amongst themselves, getting to know each other.

"I think it's pretty safe to say that you kicked total ass, you actually kicked ass way harder than we did."

you chuckled softly "I don't think we did but, I appreciate the compliment, Eddie."

he nervously looked down at his shoes "So uh, Y/n, pretty cool name, Iron roses?" he questioned you with a sour look on his face

"Corroded Coffin?" you gave him the same look

"Hey now, it's a good band name, we've had it since middle school." Eddie protected the name

you couldn't help but chuckle "I had to stop myself from laughing every time i heard you say it."

"Hey now," he shoved your shoulder slightly "You're talking as if it's the worst band name in the history of rock."

"That's because it is the worst band name in the history of rock." you stated "Ill get the Hawkins Post to write a new story about it right away." you patted his shoulder before continuing to help pack.

He helped you lift a speaker into the van "So what are the chances of me asking for your number and you actually giving it to me?"

"My real number? Or the one i give to curly haired freaks like you."

"Well i was sorta hoping for your real number but if I also fit under 'curly haired freaks' then ill take that one as well." he leaned up against the van doors, a smile tugging on his lips "band sessions, it'll be fun."

"Em? Do you have a pen?" you called out. She rushed over to you with a black pen she pulled out from her purse in the car and winked at you.

You rolled up Eddie's sleeve and put down your number "There." You smiled

"Now is this your real number or fake one?" He asked softly

You cleared your throat as you got closer to eddie "Well, I don't know. Why don't you call to figure it out?"

He smiled at you and you smiled back "Gotta go, nice meeting you ed's." you waved at him and got in the van with the rest of your band mates.

-

MARCH

the doors to the theatre slammed open as you ran inside "Sorry! So sorry!"

"M'lady, must you always be late for the campaign?!" Eddie shrieked

"Im sorry, i was running a bit behind at hand practice but i'm here now with full attention." You took a seat beside eddie.

He kept looking at you as you calmed down from your frantic gestures. "I'm good"

"Okay, great." he continued as dungeon master during the final rounds of the campaign as his voice became sonorous.

"The hooded cultist chat, 'hail lord vecna, hail lord vecna'. They turn to you, remove their hoods; you recognize most of them from makbar, however, there is one you do not recognize..."

he looks around the table at each individual player "His skin shriveled, desiccated. Something else, he is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!" he put his left arm behind his back and his right hand over his left eye to cover it as the party members screamed

"No! No!" mike screamed, covering his face

"Vecnas dead! He was killed by Kas!" you said loudly

"So it was thought, my friend. so it was thought. Vecna lives!"

he peered at the table "Do you flee vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

You all looked around the table, trying to decide what to do.

"I say we fight." dustin said, "to the death!"

"To the death." you agreed and looked over at eddie. He smiled softly at you as the rest of the players chanted 'To the death!' as they hit the table.

the campaign continued, all of you dying one by one, leaving erica and dustin to fight for themselves.

They both rolled, dustin missing but erica winning the whole game and defeating vecna by rolling 8.

the whole party cheered in victory as you gave eddie a high five. "Good playing today, rockstar." he smiled at you.

you all finished up at hellfire and left the school together. You were talking to dustin about the game when eddie slipped his hand into yours "movies? My place?"

"Yeah," you removed your hand from his now that he had your full attention

"You get to pick this time."

"Oh my god you're letting me pick the movie? Oh my god king eddie is stepping down from his throne and is letting someone else call the shots for once?" you asked in disbelief

he scowled at you "Just for that, next gig, i'm throwing shots at you the entire time."

"im so scared." you got into your car as he got in the passenger seat.

You drove to his trailer, parking the car next to his van. You both walked in "Uncle Wayne's gone, on night shift again, so we're alone all night."

"Should i have the cops on speed dial just in case you do anything shifty?" you teased

"Ha ha ha ha, very funny." he sat on the couch, waiting for you to sit next to him. You plopped next to him on the couch, looking through VHS tapes "What do you

wanna watch? I meant it when i said you can pick."

"The shining." you pulled it out happily and handed it to him. "Please."

he stared at it and sighed "You're lucky, y/n." he got up, putting the tape in "You're so lucky that you are who you are, I don't like that many people."

"You like me huh?"

He looked back at you with a shy smile "Has it not been obvious enough, sweetheart?"

You smiled back at him and played with all the rings on your fingers nervously. You've known eddie for a couple months now and all you both ever done is flirt. There's nothing wrong with the flirting, you liked it, but you didn't know how to take it further than that without being a total flustered mess.

he sat down next to you again as the movie played. He put his feet on top the coffee table as he moved closer to you, looking at you slightly "Sorry you weren't the one to kill vecna tonight."

You were instantly confused as to what he said "It's just that you looked so excited when you wanted to fight Vecna, i know you wanted to be the hero."

"Who doesn't wanna be the hero?"

"I know, but you don't gotta be the hero every single time... like i said, there is no shame in running."

you wanted to change the subject, not wanting to get back into your shit playing at the campaign today. "So are you working on anything new? For the band i mean?" You asked

"Uh yeah, yeah, a couple new things. I wanna wait till their 100% done to show you though, they're all special like you so i want to make sure they're perfect before i play them."

you looked into his eyes "Well, why do they have to be so perfect? are they about anything in particular?" you asked softly.

He looked you up and down, watching your body language as your body shifted closer towards his, your perfume bouncing off your soft skin, his fingers danced upon the palm of your hand, playing with all the rings you had on "Take a wild guess on what they're about, y/n."

You both started leaning in slowly as Eddie's landline rung throughout the trailer. "Fuck off!" He groaned, getting up and mumbling curse words under his breath as he answered the phone "Hello?"

"Oh, yeah she's here. Yeah, yeah slow down, i'll send her over." He hung up the phone call and looked at you "Girl band emergency. You have been summoned at emily's, some sort of boy drama with madelaine."

"Figures." you got up and gathered your things "Ill call you, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, okay." he said sadly as you rushed into your car to drive to your friends.

-

The next morning, the entire town was struck with horror as a new tragedy hit Hawkins. A Hawkins High student was murdered last night.

You watched the TV with the rest of your band mates in shock

Hawkins new Chief spoke in front of the trailer park entrance in front of the press,

"No identities have been confirmed yet, all will be released to the public as soon as we put a crack in this case."

"This is so terrible." Aj commented as she continued watching

You looked closely at the background to see Eddie's trailer cautioned off and his van gone.

"Hey, y/n.. isn't that Eddie's trailer they're going in and out of?" emily asked.

You watched the screen in horror. No way eddie killed someone, you knew eddie better than anyone else, there's no way he murdered someone, right?

You quickly got up and rushed to grab your things, "Ill call you guys!" you said quickly as you rushed out of the house to go to your car, quickly turning it on and driving it around to find Eddie.

You looked around for hours, hitting all the spots he'd usually go to for some peace and quiet but there was no trace of him anywhere.

You were confused your entire search. You were with Eddie last night. He couldn't have told you to leave, brought someone else over and murdered them while you were gone and fled the scene. Eddie wasn't like that, eddie wasn't violent.

Eddie was sweet and caring, he was a calm guy, and the biggest chicken on earth no matter how tough and brave he acted in front of the party members. If eddie actually did this, you didn't know what you would do with yourself.

The last place you decided to go to was reefer ricks, you haven't been there since you first met Eddie, but this had to be where he was. You pulled up to see his van and another car.

“For fuck sake.”

you slammed your car door shut and marched up to the door, banging on it as you waited for someone to answer. You sighed and kept banging when no one came to the door "Eddie answer the fucking door it's me!" you banged on it harder.

The door flew open as you were pulled inside by Eddie himself. You instantly started hitting him over and over "Ow!" he hissed

"What the fuck did you do Eddie Munson! I swear to God you can't just fucking try and get with me and murder someone in the same night! and you ran?! you ran? What the fuck were you thinking?!" you said loudly.

"Hey hey hey!" he held you "Hey."

he looked at you as your eyes became cloudy with tears "Please eddie tell me it wasn't you...."

"It wasn't me, y/n." he brought you into a hug as you sobbed in his arms "It wasn't me. But you're not gunna believe me when I tell you what really happened."

You pulled away from him "What do you mean?"

"These guys can back me up." he looked over at Robin, Steve, Dustin and Erica. "There's been some shit going on in this town right under our noses for years."

As the gang explained, you took it all in carefully, you look over at Eddie, terrified about everything that was happening. "So if you get found..."

"Prison."

"Shit, okay, wow." you paced back and fourth "What the fuck do we do?"

"Well we need to keep eddie safe from the town while defending the town from Vecna, we need to figure out where he is before he curses someone else." Dustin said softly "Y/n, you'll be on Eddie duty, then we'll switch. Unless you don't wanna do the cool investigation shit with us?"

"I would like to do bad ass shit with you, thank you." you scoffed in his direction "ill go to the store to get him some food, then come back asap." you told the group

"Keep in touch." dustin passed a walkie to you. You thanked him and rushed to go get everything eddie could possibly need to survive.

After a couple hours, you headed back and knocked on the door for Eddie to open it. You knocked a couple times but he still hasn't answered "Eddie cmon, stop playing around with me this isn't the time to be joking." you kept knocking, groaning to yourself "Seriously? Dude, just open the fucking do-"

you got cut off by your own screams from someone picking you up from behind. you struggled for a moment till you saw long curly hair "GOD I HATE YOU PUT ME DOWN!" you whined, hitting eddie harshly.

You opened the door and Eddie helped you with bringing the food inside. You started putting away the food and making canned soup for him to eat. you were in your own respected space, in comfortable silence.

"How'd you find me?" Eddie asked "You know, here?"

"I just went everywhere. I went to Gareth's to see if they knew where you were, I tried to go to your trailer to talk to Wayne but they didn't let anyone through, i went to the lookout, I went to every place you have every showed me then finally I remembered you bringing me here once before to pick up from Reefer Rick, so i drove all the way out here and low and behold, here you are."

He just nodded in response before speaking again "Did you know it wasn't me? When you found out about the murder, did you honestly think it was me?"

"No. I didn't."

"Then why were you so angry when you came in here?"

you kept quiet as you poured the soup back into the metal can and grabbed a spoon.

"Y/n?" He questioned. Again, you said nothing, you just handed him the soup as you sat on top the kitchen counter. "Were you scared?" he questioned

"Of course I was scared, I thought there was a murderer on the loose." you defended

"Nope, not what i meant, let's try again." He put down his can and walked over to you "Were you scared of losing me?" he asked you, rephrasing the question.

Your heart beated quickly the closer he got, his big brown eyes looking into yours. A smirk forming on his lips

"will you leave me alone if i tell you the truth?"

He put his right arm over his heart and his left hand up in solidarity "Yes, m'lady. You have my word."

You rolled your eyes at his gestures and took a deep breath. "I was scared because there was a murderer on the lose, i was even more scared that when I found you that there was the possibility of it actually being you... and I was scared that if it wasn't and I couldn't find you then I lost you forever, and I don't want to lose you forever." you said softly "I wouldn't be able to bare it, Eddie."

He smiled softly "Thank you for telling me the truth."

He looked around and saw the old record player Reefer had "Did you bring any music?"

"Maybe." you smiled wide, hopping down from the counter top, putting on Mötley Crüe, "Shout at the devil." album on, listening to the A side from the beginning. "In the beginning" started playing as you turned back to look at Eddie "It needs to be low like this, okay? we don't need to risk anyone out here finding you."

He nodded as you walked back into the kitchen, the intro soon fading out and the Title track playing lowly over the speaker.

"Why would you miss me, Y/n?" He asked lowly, eyes looking you up and down

You leaned up against the cupboards beside him "I don't know... I just would."

"Stop with the bull shit. You know why, you just don't wanna  say it."

"Don't make me say it."

he stopped leaning and got in front of you, looking down at you "I wanna hear you say it. I don't think you know how bad I just want you to say it."

You hesitated as your cheeks became red "Eddie." He put his finger over your mouth.

"Cmon, y/n. You were so confident when we met, have you gone all shy and soft on me?" his eyebrows raised "Tell me what your feeling, sweetheart. Why were you scared to lose me?"

You moved his hand away from you and glared at him "I was scared to lose you because you're my friend and I care about you. I didn't want you to leave because that meant the end of 'us' before 'us' have even started! I mean, god eddie, what the fuck is taking you so long to ask me out? You keep saying I'm the scared one but I think it's all you because we've been nothing but flirty, you know I like you so I don't fucking understand what the fuck is taking you so long to kiss me and fuck me on this kitchen counter right now."

"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?" he lifted your chin up with his fingers "How bad?"

You felt yourself getting shy again "I-I."

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked slowly, making sure your heard every word clearly.

"So fucking bad."

He looked at you, amused at the situation that was going on. He was so unbelievably hard he didn't know how much longer he could keep up with this before he gave you the best sex of your life.

"Beg." his lips grazed over yours, refusing to actually kiss you until he was satisfied.

"Please Eddie, I want you to fuck me. You're being mean, I just want you to touch me." You whined, you were about to continue before Eddie placed his lips on yours.

You moaned slightly against his lips, he pulled your body closer to his as he kissed you. He teasingly brought your bottom lip in between is teeth and pulled slightly. You moaned softly from this action, making him smirk down at you. He couldn't help but turn that smirk into a soft smile before pecking your lips again quickly.

"Do you know how long i've been wanting to do that for?"

"Then what took you so long?" you asked, grinning up at him

He rolled his eyes before kissing you again, cupping your face with one hand while the other was on your waist. You moaned against each other's lips as you wanted each other more and more. Both of his hands landed under your thighs, lifting you up quickly as the kiss became more sloppy.

He ripped open your baggy band t-shirt, causing you to groan "Eddie, come on dude."

His lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck "I'm not in the mood to bicker with u about your lame t-shirt right now." He mumbled against your skin. He pulled away, pulling your pants off, throwing them off to the side and he separated your legs, "Fuck." he mumbled to himself.

He kissed your thighs, his lips moving closer and close to your folds and clit. He starts eating you out, a moan escaping your lips almost immediately "Fuck Eddie." Your fingers got tangled in his hair "Oh my god." you arched your back as he fingered you.

You moaned his name over and over again before shyly mumbling "I'm gunna cum."

He stopped and stood up quickly "Not yet baby girl," he started kissing you again, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue as he took off his jacket and belt, stepping back slightly to take off his pants fully.

"Don't stare at me." he huffed, he knew you were looking at his dick and he knew how much you were going to be cumming all over it within a matter of minutes.

"Oh so you can stare at me and rip my shirt but i can't stare at you?"

"I don't know? You just keep looking at-“

You pulled him close again by his guitar pick necklace "Just fuck me, Eddie."

He nodded as he kissed you again, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you "Holy shit." he moaned loudly "You're so-" he cut himself off with his own moans "You feel so good." he started thrusting slowly, waiting and hoping you'd tell him to go faster.

You were just as much as a moaning mess, moaning with each thrust. "Harder, Eddie."

"Yeah?" he took not even half a second to start fucking you the way he's been dreaming of. He made his thrusts deep and hard, picking up the pace.

"Oh my god!" you screamed as he fucked you, clenching around dick "I'm gunna cum" you moaned loudly "Fuck Eddie i'm gunna cum."

"Holy shit you're so hot baby girl." He groaned "Cum all over my dick sweetheart, do it as many time as you want."

You came as he continued fucking you, he had no intention of slowing down no matter how overstimulated you were.

You dug your nails into his back as he continued. "Y/n," he moaned into your ear "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, you're so fucking wet." he growled into your ear "All for me."

He pulled away from your ear but kept his pace as you looked into his eyes. He grabbed your face with his hand, admiring how your face looked "Fuck baby, you look so good all fucked out. Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Louder sweetie, couldn't hear you."

"You, Eddie I belong to you." You moaned louder

"Good girl," he moaned "I'm so close already, shit, where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me, i'm on the pill."

"the what?" he asked as he kept thrusting

"The pill? Eddie it's a pill that- Never mind i'll explain it after, just cum inside me and nothing will happen, I promise."

"Ill take your word for it," he said softly

"Just hold on if you can, i'm close again." You panted, digging your nails into his back.

he trusted harder and harder the more loud you were "Fuck eddie! I'm gunna cum again." you screamed

"Cum with me baby, you can do it."

Your nails dragged down his back and you moaned in ecstasy as you both finished. He stayed inside you for a bit, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"What?" you asked, trying to come down from your high "What is it?"

He kissed you sweetly, catching you by surprise "I just hate myself for not doing that to you sooner, that's all."

You pulled him close to you again before kissing him again. He smiled once you pulled away "You're dangerous." he said "I've never felt this way about any other girl in my life. I know a lot of shit is on the line right now but Ill do my best to protect you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "It's not me that's about to get hunted down by the town of Hawkins for a crime I didn't commit."

"You got a point." he chuckled back, helping you get off the counter top and helping you back into what's left of your clothes. you both walked over to the couch, snuggling up beside each other "We'll figure this out." he spoke up

"I know."

"And when we do, ill take you out on a date. I real one.”

You couldn’t help but smile over how dorky Eddie was being. “You’re goofy.” you couldn’t help but giggle into his shoulder as he sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, rockstar, I guess this is your way of telling me no date.”

you looked up at him with a smile still on your face “I don’t know, how bad do you wanna go on a date? Tell me how bad you wanna go.” You made fun of him, continuing to laugh harder and harder.

“You’re a bitch.” he flicked your forehead as you tried to calm down your laughter.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” you muttered out as you went down back to giggling “I really want to.”

Eddie smiled, amused at you “Really?”

“Yes, when this is all over, when we kill vecna, when we clear your name, when we can just leave this piece of shit town behind and move in together and just be fucking happy for once in our lives. I wanna go on a date with you.”

Eddie grinned, kissing your lips softly “It’s a date then. All we have to do is go to the upside down and kill this son of a bitch… what’s the worst that could happen?”

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END

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie oneshot #eddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things one shot #eddie imagine #oneshot #fanfic

[itsnotyouithink]

RAINY DAYS

fem!reader x cheryl blossom

summary; you told cheryl you would be there for her whenever she needed someone. so when she shows up on your doorstep soaked in rainwater with the argument that you were the problem because of the way you made her feel, you couldn’t help but listen.

warnings; mentions of parent arguments (?), mentions of being poisoned, angst and fluff

a/n: kinda new theme ig

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It was a rainy day in Riverdale and while there was chaos in the streets and on peoples doorsteps with mysterious tapes, you were wrapped up in a blanket on your couch watching one of your favorite movies. When suddenly, there was a knock on your door which quickly made you pause your movie.

You opened the door, Cheryl Blossom on her front step with tears streaming down her fair cheeks and her hair soaked to the sides of her face. “You said if I ever needed help, you would be there. So, I need help and I’m here.” The redhead gulped, her hands playing with the end of her expensive skirt unknowingly.

You raised your brows, a light nod as you stepped back from the wooden door, letting the girl in. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?”

Cheryl told her exactly what was wrong. It was you. You were the problem that constantly replayed in her mind like her favorite record. Because in all honesty, you were her favorite everything. In the cruel town of Riverdale, you were that face she relied on to make her smile, laugh and enjoy the happy moments she was given. And lately, in every happy moment she was given, you were in it.

“Me?” Your eyebrow made a slight crinkle in confusion. “I’m the problem?”

You were confused. Like, majorly confused. You and Cheryl had a close friendship that started when you transferred to Riverdale High in the middle of the year when the Black Hood attacks first started. But now, it was your senior year in high school and the Black Hood felt like a past nightmare. Even through the trauma Penelope Blossom put you through last year, trapping you in the woods to play a sick game, that ended with you almost dying from poison, the friendship you and Cheryl had just kept getting stronger.

There was a time where Vixens practice had ended and it was just the two of you in the locker room. You were in a bra and underwear while Cheryl was almost completely dressed. You saw her glance at you when you had your back minimally turned, her gaze lowering until you turned around to your locker again for your skirt and shirt. When you turned, she blocked her face with her locker and you didn’t think much about it — you changed in front of each other all the time so it wasn’t particularly unknown.

Unknowingly to you, Cheryl’s cheeks were flustered and her eyes squeezed shut as she quietly gulped to herself as two main thoughts were rushing through her head. One; her best friend was gorgeous. Two; she thought of her best friend the way she thought about Toni that time in the diner where they held hands and the Serpent told her she was sensational.

It was when Cheryl and Toni broke up when things started to get intense and awkward for the both of you. It was the time when you had started noticing certain things about Cheryl that you couldn’t get out of your head.

“. . . These are signs that you have a crush on Cheryl, Y/N.” Veronica lightly smiled at you. She patted your back when the two of you were behind the bar as you mindlessly watched Cheryl dance on La Bonne Nuit’s dance floor with another girl. “It’s senior year and you have nothing to loose. I say go for it.”

The thing was, you did have something to loose.

The Blossoms weren’t the most loved in town and were deemed the Devil’s family. Ghosts and zombies were rumored to walk the halls of Thistlehouse and Thornhill. Your parents didn’t exactly like Cheryl all that much — mostly because of her mother. However, your little sister loved her to pieces.

When she played dress up with your innocent 7-year old sister, that’s when you said to yourself, “Holy shit, I’m infatuated with Cheryl Blossom.”

You were also scared about the redheads ex-girlfriend, Toni Topaz. You were never close to Toni and only kept a few conversations with her in the time you spent at school. But you did know that Toni was a sweetheart — until it came to the people she loved. And Cheryl, was someone she loved and still continued to love.

You never got the full story but the rumor traveling through Riverdale High was that Cheryl was the one to breakup with Toni, which was a surprise to you when Cheryl would go on and on about how amazing her girlfriend was. The only thing you knew for a fact, was that Toni Topaz glared at you every time you walked down the halls but you brushed that off with the theory of it just being because you and her ex-girlfriend were best friends.

You were completely wrong.

“Yes, Y/N. You are the problem!” Cheryl shouted, catching you off-guard. You were home alone, making her escalated voice practically echo through your bedroom. The redhead squeezed her eyes shut, before taking a deep breath. She knew you didn’t like when someone yelled towards you or aggressively shouted because of the past with your parents and there arguments. “I can’t have these type of thoughts towards you because you’re my best friend but, it’s you. And you make all of my happiest moments feel like a euphoric event and my lowest points more bearable . . . because you’re there for me.”

You were in the middle of your bedroom, standing in front of your best friend speechless. She took a step towards you. “You are,” she took a breath, “the most gorgeous and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And I think about the small things you do daily like some sappy, broken record. Like, the way you love music so much that you write your favorite song lyrics in the corner of the worksheets we get in class, or how you’re the best older sister to S/N. I’m stupid that I hadn’t connected the dots sooner.”

She talked quickly and breathlessly, her hands moving with every word. “A—and, I don’t know why I’m here practically spilling my guts but, I just wanted you to know.” She got quieter as the last sentence left her red colored lips.

You two were close in proximity. You stood there in silence, everything she confessed registering in your head. The small things. “I saw you look at me in the locker room.” Your voice small and quiet, “And during the football game against Stonewall, I couldn’t help but think the way you looked at me during Cherry Bomb was something other than platonic.” You looked up towards the ceiling for a second while quietly gulping under Cheryl’s gaze. You two were so close that the redhead could pull you by your hips and kiss your worries away.

You looked at her and sighed, “I don’t want to sound like a self-absorbed bitch or something but when the rumors of you and Toni breaking up after the football game surfaced . . . I just couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because . . .” You didn’t finish your sentence, fearful you would be wrong and make an embarrassment out of yourself.

“You were right.” She whispered softly, her hands gripping you waist and pressing you into her while your hands caught yourself against her chest. “I couldn’t think of another woman while dating Toni. It was morally wrong so, I had to because I knew that you would be on my mind for the rest of eternity.”

You glanced down and let out a breath, your cheeks heating up while butterflies flew in your stomach. You looked up to find Cheryl already looking towards you. Her right hand leaving you waist and lightly placed on your cheek.

Your lips were gently placed on hers in a long, sweet kiss that was filled with love as the two of you grinned into each press your lips took. Your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pressed yourself into her. When the two of you separated you smiled and pecked her semi-swollen lips. “I’m going to get you a pair of pajamas because you’ve already made a trail of rainwater to my room.”

It was in that moment where nothing truly matter besides the two of you in your room under the comfort of blankets, television reruns and the sound of gentle kisses with love-filled and meaningful words as the two of you cuddled into each other on your bed. Not the revenge Toni Topaz would seek when the two of you would walk through the halls hand-in-hand that coming Monday, or the thoughts of your parents disapproval.

Just the two of you. In your own world. Against all evil.

#cheryl blossom #fanfic #fiction #cheryl blossom x reader #madelaine petsch #reader insert #madelaine x reader #riverdale #lili reinhart #aesthetic #riverdale x reader #cole sprouse #riverdale jughead #jughead imagine #camila mendes #camila mendes x reader #veronica lodge x reader #veronica lodge #betty cooper x reader #betty cooper #madelaine petsch x reader #sweet pea #serpents #sweet pea x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

can you do Cheryl Blossom x male Yakuza leader reader

Cheryl: why do they call you 'the White Death'?

Y/N: because every person I've killed went pale white when they saw my mask.

Cheryl: how are you such a fierce killer and yet totally domestic when you're here?

Y/N continues cooking dinner and tending to Cheryl's needs...

Y/N: I keep work and pleasure separate. I save the second for you.

Y/N tops it off with a kiss to Cheryl's nose...

#riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale cw #the cw #cw #madelaine petsch #madelaine petsch x reader #madelaine petsch imagine #cheryl blossom #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl blossom imagine

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master List # 72

Run its course - Lana Rhoades x Male Reader (Smut)

New Night - Lucy Chen x Male Reader x Tim Bradford (Smut)

The greatest Parody - Kara Danvers x Male reader (Smut)

Long autumn - Taylor Swift x Male Reader (Smut)

First appeared - Narcissa Malfoy x Male Reader (Smut)

Extra work at the office - Clark Kent x Male Reader (Smut)

The Stop - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (Smut)

Untitled moment - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader (Smut & Threesome)

It's too late to start - Goddess Hera (Rachel Weisz) x Male Reader (Smut)*

Unwind the rain - Madelaine Petsch x Male Reader (Smut)

Surfer Boy - Scott Eastwood x Male Reader (Smut)

#masterlist #master list

[pumpkin-writes]

here is my current masterlist of all my work! i will keep this as updated as possible for you all, and you can always find all of my stuff under the hashtag "mine" on my profile. posts with a 💟 mean they are 18+

i'm sorry ( jax teller x reader )

good girl 💟 ( negan x reader )

twd cuddling headcanons

jax teller cuddling headcanons 💟

chibs telford x younger reader headcanons

being spoiled by rafe cameron headcanons 💟

leila george one || two

bailey sarian one || two

madelaine petsch one || two

emmy rossum

liz gillies one || two || three

jax teller x hyperfem!reader

frank castle x hyperfem!reader

chibs telford x younger!reader

jj maybank x hyperfem!pouge!reader

rafe cameron x pouge!reader

#masterlist

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

hi!! i don’t know if you’re still doing requests but if you are; a christmas/holiday with madelaine petsch x fem!reader??

merry christmas, happy holidays and i hope you have an amazing new year!! xx

Hi! I am still taking requests but I'm no longer taking requests for anything Riverdale (characters and their actors). I'm really sorry.

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

#ask #answered #answered ask

[rues-daya]

showing some love for my girl flo <3

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yourinstagram: my day consist of beautiful weather , some coffee and lots lots lots of love from my girl!! hope you all had a wonderful day :)

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y/nfan87 let me be your woman as Doja Cat will say

florencefan000 ‘ my girl ’ 🥺🥺🥺

lilireinhart happiness looks amazing on you 🥺

yourinstagram love u lil <3

marvelfan87 imagine dating florence pugh a.k.a yelena belova… I can’t relate but y/n can relate

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zendaya cutie 🥰

florencefan99 I want your girl

haileesteinfeld ♥️♥️♥️

florencepugh that’s my girl everyone! like damn look at her and that smile , fell in love ten times harder than before 😍

yourinstagram oh stop it you ;)

florencepugh never ;)

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florencepugh: en route from New York to London for the baftas!! thank you so much for having me and to my amazing glam team for always making me look perfect on red carpets, couldn’t done it without you guys 🖤

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haileesteinfeld flo 😍😍😍

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* liked by yourinstagram

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yourinstagram I….. am speechless, you look a m a z i n g!! like wow, marry me like right now 💍😍♥️

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y/nfan65 y’all have something to tell us 🤨

florencefan95 watch them actually be in engaged tho

y/nfan18 the internet will scream

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florencedaily: Florence Pugh walks the 2022 BAFTA’s red carpet in London!

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florencefan07 i love her

florencefan21 still not over this whole look

florencedaily trust me, neither am i

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y/nfan54 y/n is the biggest simp for florence, y’all can’t tell me otherwise

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[hufflepuff-in-neverland]

Cheryl Blossom

Cheryl when ...

you tell her that Reggie decided to go on a date with you even though you didn't want to.

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"What did he do?!" your redhead best friend asks you, perplexed. "Well. He just came up to me and said we were going on a date after school today," you explain again. Cheryl can't believe it, and since she knows you're a kind-hearted person who doesn't want to refuse anyone anything, Reggie has an easy game with you. "Is that what you want?" she now wanted to know. "No, of course I don't want to go on a date with the biggest jerk in our school. Have you looked at me and him. That doesn't fit together at all," answering the redhead her question. Cheryl walked with quick steps, but still proud, towards the common room. On her way, another redhead and a brownhead stood in her way, so she walks between them and pushes them aside at the same moment. You run after your best friend with quick steps and apologize to Archie and Jughead, as you run past them, for your best friend's behavior. Cheryl was already with Reggie when you arrived in the common room, lecturing him that it's not okay to force someone who doesn't want to go on a date. You know Cheryl, and how she gets when someone does something to a person she loves very much. So the next moment Reggie is already with you and apologizes to you.

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I hope you liked my first Cheryl Blossom GIF Imagine.

But of course, I also hope you enjoyed my second Riverdale GIF Imagine.

You are very welcome to leave me your opinion and feedback.

This is a story from another account of mine, which I have re-posted here.

Have a nice day or evening 😊🥰 (depending on when you read it).

#riverdale #riverdale x reader #gif imagine #gif imagines #gifimagine #gifimagines #cheryl blossom #riverdale cheryl #madelaine petsch