Misplaced Shoes - Veronica Lodge X Reader

Misplaced Shoes - Veronica Lodge x Reader

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Pairing: Veronica Lodge x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘24 with Veronica, pretty pretty please 😊′

#24 - If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m going to throw them all away.

From this list. I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FROM THAT LIST. General requests are still open, and I am now taking prompts from this list.

Summary: Veronica can’t find the perfect shoes.

Words: 680

Warnings: none

A/N: I loved writing this, I thought this prompt was SO Veronica, we just know her closet is full of shoes.

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You watched your girlfriend Veronica, sat in front of the closet in her robe, pulling more and more pairs of shoes out of her side of the closet (which was almost the whole thing), throwing them haphazardly across your shared bedroom. . You sat on the bed, trying to stay away from her shoes, as you’d already tripped over three separate shoes.

“Ronnie, careful!” You yelped and jumped back on the bed, as Veronica threw two pairs of shoes on the bed.

“Sorry baby.” Veronica muttered and pulled the shoes back off the bed. “I just need to find the perfect shoes to go with my dress, it will be the first time that I’ve seen my dad since… well since you know.”

You did know. Veronica was referring to the day that she told her parents that she was bisexual and wanted to move in with you. Her father had very poorly and promised to cut off all communication with her if she decided to move in with you, whilst her mother remained silent on the matter. Of course, Veronica moved in with you anyway and Hiram hadn’t spoken to her since, it had been 8 months. Hermione had called Veronica less than a week later and met her for coffee, explaining to your girlfriend that she would never cut off communication and the pair of you were sure that her mother had gotten the pair of you invited to the Lodge fundraiser.

“I know, love, I know you’re nervous and that you want to look perfect, but you don’t need to try so hard, you’ll look perfect anyway.” You tried to reassure your anxious girlfriend who was still pulling pairs of shoes out of your shared closet.

Veronica bit her lip. “I just want to look as good as possible, I want there to be as few things as possible that my father can nit-pick.” Veronica’s movements stilled, and she looked around your bedroom. “God I’ve made such a mess.”

“It’s fine, it’s easy enough to tidy away.” You smiled and stood up from the bed and tried to make your way over to your girlfriend, before tripping over a red stiletto and falling to the floor with a screech. “Jesus Christ Ronnie! If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m going to throw them all away!”

Veronica threw her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “I’m so sorry, baby!” She stood up and carefully navigated her way through the mess of shoes and helped you back up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“It’s okay.” You grumbled, rubbing at your bottom, where you’d landed on the heel of another stiletto heel. “Can I help you find what you’re looking for?”

“Maybe that would be a good idea.” Veronica’s eyes flitted across the room, looking at the dozens of pairs of shoes that adorned the carpet. “I’m looking for the silver closed toe pumps that have the little red bows on them and the diamanté stones on the stiletto heel.”

You immediately groaned. “You leant those to Cheryl!” You recalled you girlfriend lending the aforementioned shoes to Cheryl for her art show opening a few weeks back. “They haven’t been in your closet for weeks!” You started to pick up pairs of shoes to arrange back in the closest, now you knew that the shoes she was looking for weren’t in the closet.

Veronica paled slightly and smiled sheepishly. “Oops?” she offered and helped you pick up her shoes. “I’m sorry, I’m just all over the place.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, why don’t you go and call Cheryl and ask for the shoes back, whilst I finish putting your shoes away?” You wrapped your arms around your small girlfriend and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Veronica gave you a bright smile. “Thank you so much, Y/N, you always know how to calm me down.” Veronica moved to leave the room, before tripping on a shoe and almost falling over herself, letting out a yelp.

You smirked at your girlfriend. “It’s not so funny when it’s you that’s tripping over, huh?”

2.03 vs 2.22

12/? » sweet pea gifs

Promises - FP Jones x Reader

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Pairing: FP Jones x Reader

Requested: Yes! By anon: ‘Drabble #3 with F.P?′

#3 - He’s been gone quite a while.

From this list. I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FROM THAT LIST. General requests are still open, and I am now taking prompts from this list.

Summary: FP disappears after you reveal some shocking news.

Words: 1170

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, age gap, some swearing

A/N: it took me a while to work out what I wanted to do with this prompt, I didn’t really want to go with death or break up, like you might think when you first read the prompt, I wanted to do something that I could switch back on, I hope you like what I did with the prompt anon!

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You sat in FP’s trailer, staring at the door that your long-term boyfriend had fled through. You weren’t sure how long it had been since he left, but you hadn’t moved an inch since and your eyes had been fixed on the door the whole time, praying for him to return.

Finally, the door handle turned, and you held your breath, waiting for your boyfriend to come through the door, but instead his son, Jughead walked through. You let out the breath you had been holding, but instead it came out as a sob.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jughead came to sit beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm loosely around your shoulder. Jughead had taken it badly when he first found out you were dating his dad, not because he thought there was a chance that FP might get back with his mother, but because you were a Senior, whilst Jughead was a Sophomore, barely two years between you. Jughead had quickly warmed up to you and now the two of you were close.

You didn’t reply, choosing instead to shake your head and play with the hem of your dress.

“Where’s dad?” Jughead tried asking a different question, eager to find out what was wrong.

You let out another sob and shook your head. “I have no idea. He’s been gone a while.” Jughead’s face contorted in confusing, wondering why you were still here if his dad wasn’t. “He left me here.”

Jughead’s brows furrowed, his dad didn’t usually just walk out on people. “What happened, Y/N?”

You reached over to your handbag and pulled out the white stick before passing it to Jughead. “I told him.” You revealed, going back to playing with the hem of your dress. “He just stood up and left and he hasn’t been back since.”

Jughead’s eyes were set on the pregnancy test, for a moment you wondered if he didn’t realise what the stick said, but you quickly pushed that thought to the back of your head. Jughead might not have known two lines meant positive but considering the presence of the stick and his father’s reaction he knew you were pregnant. “I’m going to have a brother or a sister?” Jughead breathed out, his thumb rubbing over the white stick.

You nodded, silent tears streaming down your face. “Well, technically. It doesn’t seem like FP wants anything to do with the baby.” Your hand subconsciously went to your stomach and rubbed it lightly.

Jughead pushed the stick back into your free hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I get to be a big brother again.” His voice was muffle by your next, but you understood loud and clear what he was saying. It seemed at the moment as if Jughead’s mother was never going to return with Jellybean.

“Yes, Jug.” Your arms came to loosely wrap around Jughead.

“Dad’s probably just left to think, Y/N.” Jughead spoke into your shoulder. “He’d never walk out on you and the baby like that.”

You pulled back from the hug and wiped your eyes. “He’s been gone a while, Jughead. It doesn’t take that long to just think.” Your hand returned to your stomach.

Just then the door swung open and FP stepped inside the trailer.

Jughead sprung up immediately. “Where the hell have you been?! Y/N is worried sick that you don’t want the baby!” Jughead shot at his father, taking a protective stance in front of you.

FP’s eyes widened, and he side stepped Jughead before bending down on the balls of his feet to be eye level with where you sat, positive pregnancy test still clutched in your hand. “I would never leave you or this baby, Y/N.” FP took the pregnancy test from your hand and set it on the coffee table, before linking your fingers with his. “I’m sorry I left so suddenly, but I had to leave so I could go and get this.”

FP dropped to one knee and pulled a box from his jacket. “I’ve had this for a while, I’d been keeping it in the safe at the Whyte Wyrm, so you didn’t find it before I asked you. I needed to wait for the right time, which I think is now.” FP cleared his throat and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. “Now I know I’m still married, and you’re only 18, so this isn’t me asking you to marry you just yet, Princess.” FP flicked the box open to reveal a simple silver band with a small diamond set in the centre of the band. “This is me promising you that I’m going to stick around and look after you and our baby, I’m promising you that one day I will make you my wife. So, do you accept my promise?”

Your eyes flickered from FP to Jughead who was staring at FP with wide eyes, certain his father had planned a disappearing act, rather than an almost proposal. A smile took over Jughead’s face, thankful that he had made a mistake, the boy sent you a small nod and continued to watch the interaction.

Your eyes met with FP’s once more and you gently pulled your left hand from your currently non-existent baby bump and offered it to him. “Of course, I accept your promise FP!” You giggle slightly. “But you have to make me one more promise as well.”

FP’s eyes were still locked with yours and he nodded. “What is it?”

“Promise me that you won’t just walk out the door without telling me where you’re going, it really scared me. Promise me you’ll always tell me where you’re going if you leave like that.” Your voice was soft, as if afraid of the answer.

“Of course, my love. I really am sorry I just walked out like that, I just knew it was the perfect moment and that I needed to give you it today. I just didn’t think, sweetheart.” FP’s gaze dropped slightly, as his expression turned to shame at worrying his pregnant girlfriend like that.

You cleared your throat and let the smile that had been threatening to come out take over your face. “Then yes, I accept your promises.” You announced pushing your hand further towards him. FP took the hint and with trembling hands, he pulled the ring from the box and pushed it onto your ring ringer, before pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

“Thank fuck for that.” Jughead’s voice broke into your loving moment and FP turned to face his son. “I didn’t wanna have to kick your ass dad, I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t have ended well for me.”

FP rolled his eyes at his son and let out a chuckle. “You’re okay with this, right, Jug?”

“Of course, dad, I’m ecstatic for you guys.” Jughead reclaimed his spot next to you and threw his arm around your shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

You and FP replied in unison. “Me neither.”

My Queue

I’m going to update this with what’s in my queue to write. I’ll be writing them pretty much in order but I may write them slightly out of order if I don’t feel inspired at that point or if I get a request in I really love then I might do that!  Italics means it’s just something I want to write.

99&135 with Sweet Pea -  Be brave, sweetheart. and  Sing to me, please.

1,2&9 with Sweet Pea (from the new list) - the skirt is supposed to be this short, how long have you been standing there and quit it or I’ll bite

1&3 with Fangs - the skirt is supposed to be this short and I might be an idiot but I’m not stupid - jealous/protective Fangs

7 with Fangs - everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy - reader is slightly intimidated at Fangs being a serpent.

29 and 88, Sweet Pea and Fangs love triangle - come over here and make me and after everything… i’d still choose you 

1,2&3 with FP - the skirt is supposed to be this short, how long have you been standing there and i might be an idiot but I’m not stupid

Requests are still open and I am now using this list. Please don’t prompt me 1, 2 or 3 anymore guys!

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