LOOK AT HIM HE IS SO CUTE WTF

LOOK AT HIM HE IS SO CUTE WTF

14 with Sweet Pea and Veronica?

Do you mean as a pairing? Because I'm not really writing character x character at the moment. If you meant two separate drabbles I can do that, but I'm not writing Sweet Pea for a little while as I've done so much for him.

If there’s even a 0.0001 percent chance that your dad is trying… I get it.

The Perfect Man - Fangs Fogarty x Reader

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Pairing: Fangs Fogarty x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘126 with Fangs′ #126 - I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

From this list. Requests are still open, so send whatever you like - except Sweet Pea please, just because I’ve written him a lot recently and I still have more prompts for him.

Summary: The girls are impressed with Fangs’ proposal. 

Words: 611

Warning: none

A/N: This is fluffy craaaaap, I hope you like it anon!

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“Let me see it!” Veronica screeched at you across the bar. You met Veronica, Betty, Toni and Cheryl for drinks every Thursday night. You and Fangs had just gotten engaged a few nights before and although you’d texted the girls in your group chat it was the first time you’d seen them since.

“One minute, Ronnie! I’m just getting a drink.” You called back to her, laughing at her antics. Veronica always flocked to shiny things, you’re surprised Fangs hadn’t enlisted her to help him pick out your ring, but you were kind of pleased to find out that he had picked the ring on his own.

Armed with a vodka coke (in your right hand as you knew Veronica would grab your left hand when you were close enough), you made your way over to your usual table and surely enough Veronica grabbed your left hand and brought your ring finger to her face.

“Oh my gosh! He did such a good job Y/N/N!” Veronica commented excitedly as she examined your ring. It was fairly understated but very pretty, a thin, plain silver band, with one medium-sized diamond in the middle and smaller one either side.

“I’m a very lucky girl, I’ll admit that.” You grinned and passed your hand to Cheryl and Toni (who you suspected had probably seen the ring before Fangs’ had proposed anyway).

Cheryl grinned and ran her finger over the ring. “I knew it would look amazing on you!” Toni nudged her girlfriend, but you shook your head.

“It’s okay, I figured you guys would have seen already!” You insisted before passing your hand to Betty who promptly burst into tears. “Hey, hey, hey! “What’s wrong?” You pulled Betty into your arms.

“Jughead doesn’t want to get married.” She revealed between sobs. The couple had been together for almost 6 years now, compared to your 2 years with Fangs.

“Did he actually say that B?” You asked, one hand rubbing up and down the length of the blonde’s back.

“It’s been 6 years, Y/N!” Betty sobbed.

“Then maybe you should talk to him about it! He’s nowhere near as touchy feely as Fangs is.” You suggested, feeling bad that something that had made you so happy had made Betty indirectly unhappy.

Betty nodded and wiped away her tears with shaky hands. “I’m sorry, we’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“It’s okay Bets!” You rubbed her back once more before pulling your hand away and holding your drink.

“So how did he do it in the end?” Toni asked taking the attention away from an embarrassed Betty.

A massive smile took over your face. “Well, you know we met by bumping into each other in Grand Central Station? He took me to New York for the weekend and we were walking to get on the train on the way home and I realised he wasn’t walking beside me anymore and I turned around and there he was, on one knee!”

“That is so romantic. He is the perfect man.” Veronica swooned, resting her chin on her palm. “Urgh, I need to get laid.”

“What happened to, oh what was his name? Jack, Josh?” Cheryl inquired leaning forward.

“James, urgh well…” You tuned out of the conversation and stared down at your engagement ring. I’m such a lucky girl you thought with a smile.

6 Months Later

You stepped into the church, your dad’s arm linked with yours, wearing a white, silky dress. You reached the end of the aisle and a crying Fangs. He pulled your veil away from your face and over your head.

“I’m such a lucky guy.” He whispered to you, cupping your face.

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