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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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naamahwrites · 1 year

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Boots on the Moon - F. Tony x Reader

Word count: 1,169

F. Tony Scarapiducci x Reader

Me being self indulgent because there aren't enough Ben Schwartz fanfics

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Meal Armstrong's was the absolute worst place to work on the Space Force base. A majority of employees were acne ridden teenagers unaware of the concept of deodorant, and the pay was so low you honestly often considered becoming a sugar baby. Not to mention the constant sticky sweet ice cream you were usually coated in by the end of the day. But wanting to become a scientist on the site, you had to get the connections for an internship. And you figured being on the base would give you access to professionals in the field you wanted to get into.

The only semi-enjoyable moments of working were when F. Tony Scarapiducci showed up. Tony was Space Force's media manager, often working beside General Mark Naird himself. He came by a couple times a week, ordering the same thing every time: two scoops of "Boots on the Moon" ice cream in a medium sized sugar cone. You'd smile every time you'd see him or hear his voice, knowing the engagement that would follow. He'd always ask about your day, nodding along to let you know he was still listening. Leaning down on the counter in front of you, he'd tilt his head slightly and smile up at you. You swore it was the cutest thing you'd ever seen. And when you asked about his day you'd try and stay as engaged as possible while preparing his order (which honestly wasn't very hard because it had become almost second nature).

Today was an especially slow day, the sky was overcast and the wind was particularly chilly. Perfect weather for ice cream right? You twiddled with your thumbs, spacing out into the grey sky in front of you. "It's a beautiful day for ice cream, don't you think?" Jolting you out of your trance you came face to face with Fuck Tony Scarapiducci. You chuckled and took a deep breath.

"Jesus Tony, you scared the shit out of me." He smirked slightly.

"Sorry Y/N. I figured you're probably bored out of your mind, so why not stop by and pay you a little visit?" He winked at you. You watched as his deep brown curls slightly blew in the breeze, and how his face creased up slightly whenever he smiled. Shit I’m staring. He raised his eyebrows, smiling even bigger. Shit he noticed.

“So... Tony...” You cleared your throat, “How about this weather right?” That was so dumb oh my god y/n. You had to physically resist the urge to facepalm yourself. He chuckled and raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“How about this weather?! Are you serious Y/n?” He laughed as you awkwardly chuckled.

“I mean, I don’t know. Small talk is hard. And I already know what you’re going to order so...”

“You wanna keep me around for longer L/n?” Alright I’ll bite. You leaned over, elbows on the counter. Your faces less than a foot apart, feeling warmth coat your cheeks in blush.

“And what if I do Mr. Scarapiducci?” the right side of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. He glanced around in exaggeration, feigning deep thought before returning his gaze to yours.

Almost whispering, he finally replied, “Then I’d say get me that sugar cone with two scoops of Boots on the Moon ice cream and we can get out of here when your shift ends.” Your heart began pulsating quicker, the sound murmured in your ears. Holy shit, did he just ask me out?! Are we going out on a date?! Thoughts raced through your head as you turned around and started assembling his order. Your nerves were evident, as your usual calm and collected demeanor was gone, and replaced by a mousey and evidently shaking bundle of anxiety.

Tony watched from a distance the change in your attitude. Being used to seeing the confident and self-assured Y/n, it was kind of refreshing to watch you be nervous. It also confirmed that you were likewise attracted to him. A smile tugged on Tony’s lips.

Hands shaking a bit, you finally placed the last scoop of ice team into the cone. Exhaling you began walking to Tony to hand it over to him. And of course because it’s you, a small puddle of melted ice cream from earlier in the day caused you to slip and fall on the floor of Meal Armstrongs. Taking the ice cream cone with you. “Oh my god! Are you okay Y/n?!” Tony rushed over to the inside of the booth to sit beside you. This is so embarrassing.

You sighed, “I’m okay, just a bruised dignity is all.” He chuckled, when an idea entered his mind.

“When does your shift end exactly?”

You glanced at your phone. “In like 15 minutes, why?” He then got up, picked up the “Closed” sign, and put it up in the counter.

“Let’s get out of here now.” You smiled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“I like the sound of that.” But looking at yourself you had to reanalyze. “But I am covered in ice cream right now.”

“I can think of something.”

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“Are you sure that I don’t look like a complete doofus wearing this?” You ask, tugging on the Space Force merch that Tony graciously bought you.

“You look adorable Y/N.”

“Really?” You start sarcastically, “It’s an extra large, in bright orange. I look like a walking traffic cone promoting the least respected force in America.” His head falls slightly to his right shoulder, giving a look that reads as, are you being serious right now? He steps closer to you,

“Seriously Y/N, you look great.” He rests a gentle hand on your left shoulder. “And if you’re a traffic cone you are the sexiest traffic cone I’ve ever seen in my life, swear to God.” You lightly smack his arm in mock annoyance. Secretly, you love this kind of banter with him.

“Alright, alright, where are we going Romeo?”

“I was thinking... Clément’s?” You’re taken aback. Clément’s is this absurdly fancy French restaurant in Denver, you wouldn’t even know about it if not for Tony telling you that Zendaya ate there like two weeks ago.

“Clément’s? Are you fucking with me?”

“I may or may not know someone who works in the kitchen... as the head chef.”

“I mean, that sound amazing! But honestly, it’s a bit above my price range. Like a lot.” He bits his lip softly, as if debating whether or not to say something.

“I mean I was thinking that I could pay for it. If that works for you, I mean, I was the one who asked you on this date.” He begins to ramble, “And my friend in the kitchen said that if I used the Space Force twitter account to promote the restaurant, he would give us a huge discount-”

“Us? You told him about me?” Tony blushes with embarrassment.

“I may have mentioned something about wanting to take a beautiful woman out to dinner.”

“Even one who looks like a nationalistic pumpkin?”

“Especially.”

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Hey fellow Ben Schwartz fans! Let me know if you liked this quick lil story. I started writing it a while ago but didn’t finish until recently. I’ll probably be writing a part two with y’all actually going out to dinner :)

#Ben Schwartz #ben schwartz x reader #space force netflix #the afterparty #f. tony x reader #fuck tony scarapiducci #fuck tony scarapiducci x reader #ben schwartz fanfic #ben schwartz imagine #ben schwartz one shot

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serendipiaplace · 1 year

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I like Nicholas Hoult and I like Ben Schwartz. Is it too much to ask for a Renfield fic where Teddy and Robert are in love with the same person to create the typical love triangle?

I mean-

If nobody does it, I'm going to have to do it myself.

#renfield #ben schwartz #nicholas hoult #r.m. renfield #teddy lobo #renfield movie #renfield x reader #nicolas cage #awkwafina

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did-i-mention-the-shirt · 5 months

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~ Teddy Lobo headcanon's ~

He's never had a partner. Bitchless for like thirty years, this poor man.

On top of never being in a relationship, he's a virgin.

I wrote a fic about this, but if you didn't see it, he has the whitest stomach. He can't handle TABASCO, it's that weak.

Not lactose intolerant (For a Ben Schwartz character, this is a valid thing to call a headcanon)

Knows how to make drinks but refuses to drink them. Unless it's purely for the escape, he won't drink. He hates the taste.

He also grew up making drinks for his mom, Buster Bluth style. Since he was a kid, if he was close, she'd make him make her drinks.

He's cis....but if he knew what bigender was..... (definitely a wittle bwit of a woman)

LOVES cartoons. Ducktales, TMNT, you name it. No one can know though. Especially Mandy.

Speaking of, he's jealous of Mandy. He wishes he was her (but deep, deep down he's glad he's not.)

He's the only one fully aware of his family's atrocities. His mom, sister, father... All delusional.

(Req: @slimeybee , @flingmetothemoon . Ty <3 )

#Teddy Lobo #renfield (2023)#Tedward Eddie “Teddy” Lobo #Ben Schwartz #reader insert #headcanons #Teddy lobo x reader

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 6 months

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An offer

Warnings: gore/ violence, and fluff

The darkness consumed every inch of their body. Blood dripped from their head and nose. Y/n’s neck bled like it was a waterfall. They scream in pain since they had no clue how they ended up in this pitch black room with the only light being from the crimson blood since it was the only color thing they could see in the room

Y/n tried to stand up, but fails miserably. They glanced at their legs, and spotted the amount of blood coming from their knees. Tears left their eyes and they shook violently. They continued to sob, and then curled up onto the floor. Y/n wanted to escape whatever hell they lived in

The door creaks open, and the man who opened it was dressed in mainly red attire except for his button up which was black. Y/n didn’t dare to stare at the man who has taken them and tortured them. “Get up” he orders, which makes them shake more. He goes over to force them to stand up

Y/n was forced to look at the man, and realized he had fangs. The gangs had fresh blood on them as well. “You will listen to me if you would like to live. You will be my assistant to feed me” he starts, which makes them shiver

“W-What I-If I-I don’t?” He clawed at their stomach and then drops them onto the ground. They couldn’t stand the pain they were in. Y/n had never thought they’d experience such pain until now. “You’ll die. I could heal you, but if you don’t except my offer then you’ll just perish right here” Y/n is trying their best to catch every single breathe they still had

They could feel their heart picking at an un normal pace. Y/n wasn’t going to let this be how they die. They stood up, which makes him amused. Y/n was about to attack, but then Dracula got stabbed in the back with a cross going straight through him. Y/n watched in horror as blood splattered all over them

Dracula turns around, and was met with Renfield. Y/n was standing there in shock. “Go!” Renfield says, which makes them listen. They started to run, but Dracula grabs a hold of them by their neck. “Oh fuck!!!” They felt the darkness consume them again, but this time it was from their neck being split

Renfield was disturbed, and felt every part of him crash down. Dracula looks at him, and pulls out the thick cross in the process. “Oh Renfield. You know this was entirely your fault, right? I mean I could kill you, but after you saw what had happened to your lover, I think it’s more worth for you to be alive to live to realize how much this was truly your fault” Dracula vanished

Renfield had just gotten back from retrieving take out from a Chinese restaurant. It was meant to be date night, but he- Renfield felt awful. He had realized this was all of his fault. He hated himself, and wished he could’ve gotten back to his apartment sooner. All of his memories of the two started to fade

When the two first met, Y/n was at the library. It was local library he had decided to visit. He was in the horror section, and noticed a book titled ‘Dracula’. He was about to pick up the book from the shelf, but someone got shoved into him. “Get that little shit!!!” Teddy shouts out of nowhere

Once Teddy and his gang were in front of the two, Renfield had them hiding behind him. “Oh, come on! You? I really thought that you’d be dead by now” Teddy says as Y/n was cowering still. Before Y/n knew it, Teddy and his gang were dead. They were shocked, but they felt like they could trust this man that saved them from Teddy and his gang

Renfield turns to face them with blood still covering him. His facial expression had soften once his blue eyes met their eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked in a soft voice, which gave them butterflies. “Y-Yeah” they stuttered out, which makes him entirely sure that they weren’t okay

“Are you sure?” He asked as he approached them. Y/n didn’t step back from the blooded covered man. “Yes. I actually thought it was quit heroic what you’ve done” he was stunned, and felt something in his stomach he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was slightly blushing and had butterflies in his stomach

“Well, thank you. Your too kind” this makes them blush as well. “Yeah, no problem” Renfield also hated the fact he couldn’t save them like the first time the two met. He notices Dracula’s blood trickling on every inch of their body. He had hope, since Dracula’s blood could revive anyone

Y/n was quickly back to normal, and sat up quickly. “Ren…?” They started as they could’ve sworn they were still dead. Tears left his eyes faster as he smiles now. “Don’t worry love, your back” he says as they stood up now. They go over towards him, and then hugs him

“But it was my fault…” he starts as he returns the hug. “Let me guess, he told you that?” They asked knowing how Dracula was towards him. “No it wasn’t. It was his fault” Y/n says, which makes him sniffle. They rubbed his back as he hid his face in the crook of their neck. Y/n was going to kill Dracula for what he’s done to their lover

#renfield x reader #renfield movie #nicholas hoult #nicholas cage #ben schwartz #Robert montague renfield x reader

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billybennet · 3 months

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Literal Monster

Yasper Lennov x reader

Summary: you and yasper have been mutually pining after one another since high school, how will the reunion affect that?

Masterlist

-2006-

You and Zoë walked up to the school, you tug at the strap of your backpack as it slides down your arm.

“Zoë!!!” The Jennifers call from a table by the entrance of the school.

You scoff. “I still can't believe you hang out with them.”

“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”

“Popular?”

“No,” Zoë denies.

“Bitches?”

“Y/N!” Zoë hushes as you near the two girls dressed in clothes that probably cost more than your car.

“Whatever,” you say.

“There you are!” Jennifer 1 stands to grab Zoës hand and pull her towards them.

“See you later,” you grumble, walking away.

Zoë watches you as you walk away, wishing she could combine her two worlds in some way.

You spot Aniq and Yasper up ahead, and pick up your pace to catch them, “Hey guys,” you say as you fall into step with them.

“Hey Y/N-” Yasper is cut off by the sound of loud rap music.

You spot Eugene's red sports car, and Eugene spots you, “I’ll uh see you later,” you quickly say, turning on your heel and rushing off to your locker.

“Every time!” Yasper curses, glaring at Eugene after he watches you enter the school.

“Dude,” Aniq complains, “why does his license plate say Xavier?”

“It's his middle name and he thinks it's cooler than Eugene,” Yasper explains quickly before Eugene could get to them.

“Was that Y/N?” Eugene stumbles as he reaches the two.

“Yeah,” Yasper states bitterly, turning toward the school.

“Cool, uh, d-did you guys see the car?”

“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.

In chemistry, you sit near the front of the class, Zoë usually sits next to you, but the closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more she slacks off. You don't have that luxury, you're not rich or talented, so the only thing that got you into college was your grades.

You were filling in the handout that the teacher had given, when Zoë slid back into the seat beside you. “So,” she started casually, you turn your head ever so slightly to look at her out the side of your eye, “You heard about Brett's party right?” You sigh. Of course you had, but you were hoping for once Zoë wouldn't drag you there.

“Yes,” you state dryly, returning to your paper, which Zoë is quick to rip from your hands. “Hey,” you scold.

Zoë goes to give it back, leaning in before pulling the paper just out of your reach, “I heard Aniqs going,” there's a twinkle in her eyes.

“Okay and?” you deflate a little.

“If Aniqs going then you know who else is going… right?”

You knew what she meant instantly but pretended not to care, “So?”

“So, that means you're coming too.” You go to grab the paper from her but she pulls it away once more, “Uh uh.”

You risk a glance to the back of the room where you see Aniq and Yasper talking excitedly, pushing back a smile, “Fine.”

The party was crowded, as you had expected, everyone loved Bretts parties.

“Welcome to my party!” a very nervous guy greeted you as you stepped through the threshold. You recognize him as Walter, a guy from your chemistry class. You smile at him. “There's u-uh drinks in the kitchen!”

“Thanks Walter,” you say over the music as Zoë drags you further into the party.

You look around the party, some faces we're familiar, others completely foreign. Zoë pinches your arm, you look back to see Yasper standing outside, drinking by himself. “I-I need a drink,” you rush off, leaving Zoë standing there by herself.

You find the kitchen fairly easily and pour yourself a drink. You house it, then pour yourself another one, then another one, “Woah, slow down there,” you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Yasper,” you smile at him.

“How’ve you been?” He leans casually against the wall.

“Good,” you nod.

“Good. You don't usually come to these things, huh? What brings you here tonight?” you flush a little at the way he grins down at you.

“Zoë dragged me here,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed.

“It's not all bad though, is it?”

“No-”

Before you could really form an answer, a group of boys burst into the house announcing, “New keg’s here!”

“C'mon,” you grab Yasper's hand, dragging him to the backyard, “We can watch people embarrass themselves doing a keg stand.”

When you entered the backyard, the keg was already tapped and someone was already upside down.

“...2…3…4!” people chanted, you and Yasper joining in. Though Yasper disappeared briefly after and when you spotted him you saw that he was talking to a newly blonde Eugene. So you decided to dip inside.

Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea.

“Hey,” she smiled at you, her hands rubbing her arms nervously.

“Hey,” you grab some unlabeled juice mixture and pour it into a cup, “It was really cool of you to break up with Ned, way to stick up for yourself,” you offer, eyeing her anxious form.

Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”

“I know, and don’t listen to the Jennifers, they’re…”

“Bitches?”

“Exactly!” the two of you share a good laugh.

“Thank Y/N…”

“Yeah, no problem,” you spot a mop of curly brown hair pass through the living room, “I’ll-uh, see you later.” You shoot her a smile before pushing your way through the crowd to the living room.

Yasper spins in a circle, looking lost, but a wide smile takes over his expression when he spots you. “There you are!” he rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I had to deal with something…”

“All good,” you smile up at him. “Do you uh, want a drink?” you point behind you to the kitchen, Yasper's eyes flick there and shakes his head ‘no’. You turn slightly to see that Eugene has taken your spot with Chelsea.

“How about we go find somewhere to sit outside?” he offers instead.

“Okay,” you let him lead you out to the back porch, where you find a bench to sit on. “So how’s the band?” you ask, turning to face him.

“Oh… yeah… that’s the… thing I had to deal with,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”

“Well, are you gonna go solo?”

“Obviously!”

“Good,” you smile up at him. His eyes flick to your lips, then yours to his. You lean forward slowly, and his body mirrors yours. Then you feel water splash up your leg as someone’s drink is spilled at your feet.

“Sorry, sorry- sorry,” you hear Aniq as you close your eyes in frustration. When you open them, Yasper is standing having a quiet argument with Aniq. You stand to join them, “Y/N! H-hi! H-how are you? I’m so sorry about the the drink!” Aniq greets.

You eye him wearily, “It’s cool,” You turn to face Yasper, “I think I’m gonna-”

“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.

“Stay away from me Eugene,” Aniq states seriously.

“It’s Xavier, and hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but Bretts eating your girl's face in there. Yeah, I guess if you hadn’t slipped and fallen in the pool, that would be you right now,” he winked at you, “Y/N,” before patting Aniq’s shoulder and leaving.

“Eugene,” Yasper scolds, “Don’t listen to him man. You okay?” he asks Aniq. Aniq stares at the window, where you can clearly see Zoë and Brett making out on the couch. He turns and looks around, spotting a baseball bat, and walking over to grab it, “Aniq,” Yasper states more firmly. But he had already grabbed the bat and was now walking through the house to the front door. You grab Yasper’s hand, pulling him along to follow Aniq. When you reach the front, Aniq is at Eugene’s car, “Aniq, what are you doing? Buddy?” Yasper steps forward. Aniq raises the bat, “Aniq! Buddy! Don’t!” Smack, Aniq hits the hood of the car, then again, then he goes for the windshield, you reach out for Yasper once again as everyone winces.

Aniq continues battering the car until Eugene steps into the front yard, finally seeing what everyone is looking at, “WHAT THE FUUUCK!” He hops on Aniq’s back, ripping the bat from his hands.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” people chant, and you would've joined in if you weren't so worried that Yasper was going to jump in there and try to stop them. The two bots circle each other throwing punches and kicks that widely miss their mark.

“Just fight already!” someone complains from the audience, “Hit him!” someone else throws out.

Aniq begins to spin in a circle, arms spread wide, “Hey that's my move!” Eugene protests, doing the same motion and Aniq.

“What are you doing? Stop Sound-of-Music-ing!” Yasper complains.

Aniq grabs Eugene's leg as he goes for a kick, and they topple over, Eugene tackling Aniq.

“Guys stop! We’re friends! Everybody's friends!” Yasper goes to step forward but you pull him back as you catch sight of flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The cops sound their siren, and everyone scatters, you try to pull Yasper with you, but he stays firmly planted by the side of the house, watching as Aniq gets arrested.

-2020-

You walked down the stairs, your face glued to your phone as you crafted an email as you turned down one of the halls.

“Oh, Y/N, the AV guy is here,” the housekeeper stopped you.

“Oh awesome, where is he?” the housekeeper points to the home recording studio. “Thank you Juliet.” You turn on your heel to head down that hall instead.

“Hi t-” you stop short at the sight, “Yasper?” your pleasant smile turns into a wide grin as he turns to face you.

“Y/N?” he rushes to wipe off his hands, putting down his screwdriver.

You pull him into a tight hug before he can say much else. Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes, “How have you been?”

You relish in the feeling of his thumbs tracing your hip bones while he answers, “Good, you? Wait, what are you doing here?” he pulls away slightly more.

You then realize he might have a girlfriend or be married, you step back, watching his hands fall at his sides, not married, you note. “Oh,” you point up towards Xaviers room where you had just left him, “Here? Yeah Xavier asked me to come work for him a couple years ago, I declined but then he offered me waay too much money to turn down.” Yasper nods solemnly, “But weee,” you grab his hands, “should totally meet up sometime to catch up!”

He smiles down at your hands then up at you, “Yeah, we should.”

You pull away one of your hands slightly, making a grabbing motion. Yasper tilts his head in confusion, “Phone?” you ask.

“Oh!” he digs in his pocket, retrieving his phone and opening up his contacts. You enter your information, handing it back to him. “Cool.”

“Cool,” you agree, stepping back towards the door, “I’ll uh see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you then,” he grins at you.

-Xavier-

Y/N walked down the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Heheh” she giggled down at her phone, typing away.

“Whatcha doin?” Xavier asks, sidling up next to her.

“Nothing, you’re still going to that GQ thing Saturday night, right?”

“Yeah, why? You wanna come?” he leans on the wall in front of her.

“Oh, god no, The Weeknd’s manager just texted me, guess he wants to talk to you,” Y/N shrugs, walking around him.

The next day Xavier and you sat in the newly revamped recording studio. “Hey Y/N, check out this beat,” Xavier clicks one of the many buttons on the soundboard, nodding his head along to the music.

Y/N looks up from her spot on the couch, nodding along as well, “Not bad.”

“Xavier we need to focus,” his producer pipes up from beside him.

“Yeah,” he waves a dismissive hand, “Whatever.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Y/N answers her phone, “Hello? Oh Yasper! Hi,” she rushed out of the room. Xavier was green with envy. He had tried so hard these past 5 years to get you to like him, and Yasper makes one lousy phone call?

“Hey, just so you know I won't be around tomorrow night,” Y/N says as she steps back into the room, her thumbs nimbly typing away on her phone.

Xavier panicked, he had to think quick, “Whaaat? Tomorrow? I just planned a meeting with the Weeknd in Toronto,” he pouts.

“What?” her head snaps up from her phone.

“Well, yeah, when you mentioned they wanted to talk, I gave Abel a call and we set up a dinner, so I kind of need you there.” He shrugs at her.

“Shit, fine, okay, I-I’ll be there,” Y/N leaves the room.

“Yes!” Xavier pumps his fist, but his celebration is short lived as he realizes he, in fact, does not have a dinner planned in Toronto with The Weeknd. “I gotta go, we’ll continue this later,” he rushes out of the studio, past you and up to his room.

On Sunday morning, Xavier takes Y/N out for brunch, under the guise of “celebrating the collab with The Weeknd”. The two order drinks, then Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom. Xavier busied himself with the menu, analyzing each option despite knowing what he was going to get. The table begins to vibrate, and Xavier looks up to see Y/N’s phone ringing, thinking it could be about him, he picks up the phone. Yasper, the screen reads in big white letters, Xavier sees red for a moment, swiping the accept button, “Hello?” Yasper asks on the other line. Silence, “Y/N? You there?” Xavier hangs up abruptly as an idea comes to his mind. He unlocks your phone, opening up your call history, clicking on Yasper’s name, he finds what he's looking for in bright red letters, Block this caller. He clicks it, then spots your form weaving through the tables across the restaurant, he swipes left to delete Yaspers call, then places your phone back quickly.

-2021-

Xavier insisted that you fly into the reunion with him, “It will show them how cool you are!”

“I’m not cool,” you protest.

“Yes you are, always have been, always will be,” he grins at you.

“Fine,” you give in and let him pull you to the helicopter sat outside his mansion.

When you reached the reunion, there was a crowd gathered around the helicopter, and Xavier was quick to grab you hand and drag you out with him. He grasped onto you tightly but you wiggled free when you spotted a familiar group of people. “I see Zoë! See you later!” you say loud enough for him to hear over the chatting.

You walked toward the group quickly, pushing your way through the crowd of people. Zoë spotted you instantly, expecting that you would arrive with Xavier.

“Y/N!” she rushes forward, crushing you in a hug.

“Hey Zoë,” you pull away, “Aniq!” you pull the guy into a hug as well, he makes a few surprised noises. Your eyes meet Yasper’s for a fleeting moment, “Yasper,” you start. He looks down at you, you reach out for his arm, “Can we- ?” you pull him away from the two lovebirds. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to cancel on you, and I really didn't want to, believe me, and I’m sorry if I put out the wrong vibe, but I did really want to see you again,” you pour your heart out.

“Then why didn't you answer my calls?”

“What calls?”

“And all my texts never delivered,” he pulls out his phone to show you.

“That son of a bitch.”

“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.

“Nothing, I-I didn't know you were calling or texting me, look,” you pull up your list of blocked numbers on your phone, “Somehow you got blocked…” your eyes wander to where Xavier basqued the glory of his high school comrades.

Yasper followed you gaze, pushing down his anger, he rubs your back soothingly, “Well, we're here now, do you wanna grab a drink?”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him.

Except the two of you took your time getting in the school, stopping and laughing at the yearbook photos and making jokes about your high school times. By the time you made it inside, mostly everyone else was already in the gym.

Before you could even cross the gym to the bar, you heard your name being yelled. You close your eyes tightly and wish it wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again.

Opening your eyes you look up to see Yasper turning to look around, “Wait! Don't!” you stop him, “Maybe we can pretend we don't hear him.”

Yasper smiles down at you again. “Y/N!” you make the mistake of looking forward again, right into the den of the lion. “I saved you a seat!” Xavier calls, pointing to the seat next to him.

You give Yasper an apologetic look, “I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly.

“Xavier!” Yasper walks up nervously, he shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the blonde, “Oh my god I didn't know you were gonna be here!”

Xavier looks around, “Yeah, I’m just tryna lay low tonight, just kinda blend in, you know?”

“Yeah but you came in on a helicopter right?” Yasper sasses.

“Yeah, right,” Xavier concedes. You eye the two suspiciously.

“You know what, we gotta catch up, what do you say we meet by the bar? I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Yeah,” Xavier looks at you, “I could use another drink, you want one?”

“No thank you,” you smile.

“Okay, BRB,” you wave as he stands to join Yasper at the bar.

As they talk, you seize your opportunity to slip away from Xavier, and leave the gym. You walk outside to catch your breath and spot Chelsea marking up someone's car. “Woah Chelsea! Woah woah woah!” you run up to stop her. You see in her hands is lipstick, “Dude you ruined your lipstick,” you frown at her.

“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized.

“We should get you home,” you lead her away from the car a little.

“Woah! What’s going on here?” Yasper walks up to the two of you.

“I think Chelsea marked up this car thinking it was Xaviers,” you offer.

“Whaat? This is my car!” Yasper exclaims, “But it's cool, it's cool, it's just- is that lipstick?”

“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”

“Noo, I have to go to the afterparty,” Chelsea slurs.

You raise your eyebrow, looking to Yasper, you have a silent conversation, “Okay yeah, get in,” Yasper gestures to the car. You help Chelsea in the backseat and then climb in the front with Yasper, “What are you doing?”

You look around, confused, “Uh, going to the afterparty?”

“Oh, I thought you would wait for Xavier,” he says nervously.

“No way, screw him,” you buckle your seat belt, turning to make sure Chelsea was buckled in too.

At the afterparty you and Chelsea focus on sobering up a very intoxicated Aniq, who you had picked up in the parking lot after Yasper had hit him with his car. Yasper had wandered off somewhere, too enraptured with his phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Xavier, he nods towards the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. You do, despite knowing this might not end well.

“Hey,” Xavier starts when you step into the hallway.

“Hey,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Yasper is bad news.”

“What?” you question.

“Yeah he’s like, a total loser, and has some boring tech job.”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And if I see you with him again tonight, I’m- you’re- you're fired!” he stammers.

“You can't do that,” you state firmly.

“Oh yeah? Watch me,” he storms off back to the party. Yasper moves from his spot near the hallway, where he was invisible to you, yet heard the whole conversation. You sigh, returning to the party, beelining it to the bar, and shooting back more alcohol than you should've.

“There you are,” you lean on the door frame by the stairs.

Yasper looks at you as he watches Aniq climb the stairs, ”Hey.”

“Hey,” you step forward, as seductively as possible, even though your vision was a little blurry.

“Hey, I heard you and Xavier talking earlier-”

“SHhhh,” you drunkenly quiet him, placing a finger on his lips, before leaning down and replacing it with your own.

“Y/N-” Yasper protests.

“Shh,” you whisper, tugging on his jacket to pull him into the hallway, away from everyone else. You capture his mouth with yours again. Yasper gives in, snaking his hands around your waist and kissing you harder.

A scream from somewhere else in the house breaks you out of your embrace. You look worriedly in his big brown eyes. Getting up, you grab his hand, pulling him into the main room, where you spot everyone gathered on the balcony. You rush over, Yasper hot on your heels. When you glance over the side you spot a body, lying lifeless on the rocks below. The fabric of a purple suit catches your eye and you gasp, turning away, right into Yasper’s chest. He engulfs you in his arms, leading you away from the balcony.

-Danner-

“So what you're telling me, is you had a prime motive to kill Xavier?” Danner asks you when you finish telling your side of the story. You look at her, confused. “He was gonna fire yo ass!” she exclaimed.

“Ohhh,” you shake your head, “He was bluffing, I’ve known Xavier for a long time, he wouldn’t actually do that.”

Danner raises an eyebrow at you “Mhm,” she says as she writes something on her notepad.

“Plus, won’t I get more money from him firing me than from me killing him? I mean- fraternizing with your boss's ex-best friend isn’t really a fireable action.”

Danner considers this, “But if he liked you so much, and he has such a bad relationship with his dad, you might just be in the will.”

You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”

“Mhm,” she continued writing notes, “You may go.”

“Um, thanks,” you get up and exit the room.

You don’t even notice Danner following you into the main room where everyone is gathered.

“Listen up, everyone!” she calls from behind you, making you jump from surprise. “Good news, everyone. No more waiting. I know who the killer is.”

Yasper looks at you worriedly, and you take a seat next to Chelsea, looking down at your hands.

“So, you all have been talking all night long. Now, it’s my turn to talk,” Danner starts. She moves on Chelsea first, you grab her hand comfortingly.

“But I didn’t do it,” Chelsea pleads after Danner’s accusation of her.

“I know sweetie,” Danner pats her on the back softly. This shocks you, what kind of game is Danner playing at?

She continues, accusing Walt, then Brett. Aniq butts in, saving Brett from being arrested, claiming he saw him in the driveway. Danner agrees, saying it wasn’t Brett, nor was it Aniq, since he just stepped forward.

“Okay, then who was it?” Zoë asks impatiently.

“The person who was most upset with how their life turned out, the one who told the most cartoonish and fake story,” Danner looks at Zoë expectantly. Before turning.

“Oh.. oh no,” Aniq mumbles, as he moves with her to look at none other than Yasper.

“Me? What?” he laughs.

“Yeah, you’re the only one who could have been hiding in the closet. And you distracted everyone with your video so they wouldn’t hear Xavier scream when you killed him.” She steps forward. It was Chelsea’s turn to take your hand and squeeze it tight.

“This is gonna be fun, so it’s my turn now?” he jokes, which makes you tense. “Okay, explain how it’s me? Everyone was a witness, when that video came on? I was down here with Aniq.”

Danner agrees, “You right, everyone was a witness,” then explains the major hole in his story, “all of them said you came in from the balcony, except for you.”

You freeze, as Danner continues, picking apart his story, how it started when he came in to install the AV stuff. How saw you working for him. How he came across one of Xavier’s songs that used his line. The fight with Xavier at the bar. “There was only one way for you to get what you felt like you deserve, and that was to kill him.”

“Kill him?” Yasper asks.

“Yeah, kill him, steal the song, steal his girl,” she points to you, which makes Yasper uncross his arms, “then you say he gave you the song, then release it as a duet, with you and Xavier as your Tupac.”

“I mean, this is an incredible, fanciful imaginary story. I’m actually impressed, but it’s totally false. It’s all made up.”

Danner continues to tear apart his story, his fake recording studio alibi from earlier in the night, how Maggie had turned the sound up stupidly loud, the selfie, Brett walking in.

“You’re making up everything! Aniq! Y/N! Now’s the time where you stand up for me!” Danner continues, her story persistent, yet fully thought through. “You really think that I did this? I was Xavier’s friend, he was coming up. We were gonna record a song together, I have text messages, remember?” he almost pleads, causing you and Chelsea to look at each other. “He texted me, look at this. Show everybody.”

“You know what? Y/N actually helped me crack this one.” you raise your eyebrows, looking on with wide eyes. “Y/N told me that her and Xavier don’t use passwords on their phones, that’s how Xavier blocked your number from her phone.” Some quiet ooh’s sound through the room.

Danner proceeds with her accusation, talking about how Yasper had texted himself from Xavier’s phone, then jumped down from the balcony. But Aniq had wanted to confront Xavier, so he tried to stop him.

“All this time I thought you were helping me,” Aniq crosses his arms.

“I have been helping you. She’s turning you against me right now.” Yasper begins scrambling talking about how Danner has been accusing everyone, but with no evidence.

“But there is evidence.” Aniq mutters. “You realized there were security cameras that probably saw exactly what you did, and you had to erase it.” Aniq steps forward, “You still had Xavier’s phone,” Aniq continues, talking about him deleting the footage, copying Xavier’s song ideas from his phone to his own.

“I swear to you, I don’t have Xavier’s phone,” Yasper says, you release your hand from Chelsea’s, pulling out your phone, as Culp steps forward to search him. Culp pulls out two phones.

“I have two phones, is that crime?” Imma Live Forever plays from the one in Culps right hand, your name appearing on the screen. Yasper abruptly stops his arguing, “Y/N?”

You look up from your phone, holding and showing everyone that you had dialed Xavier’s contact, solemnly. Danner cheers, which evokes the others to cheer too, everyone but you, Aniq, and Zoë.

“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door.

You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile.

Bonus (spoilers for season 2):

A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.

You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze.

“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze.

“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.

“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.

Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.

“What?”

“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.

“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.

You continue to stare at your hands guiltily.

“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.

You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”

“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter.

The three stare in shock as you get up and leave.

#yasper lennov #yasper lennov x reader #the afterparty #ben schwartz

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xo-bug-ox · 1 year

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how abouuut jean-ralphio desperately trying to impress a reader who isn't easily amazed

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YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY!!! I have been waiting to write abt this man for too long now thank you Star anon I love you 🛐🛐

Bouquet

Jean-Ralphio x Reader

Warnings: none that I’m aware of!!

You took your seat at your desk shuffling in your chair a deep sigh escaping your lips, “Ooo who are those from?” Leslie asked leaning over your shoulder, you looked up confused before following her gaze to your desk, you were met with a bouquet of all your favourite flowers, there was a tag. You flipped it round attempting to read the illegible message that had been scribbled on the back, of course. You looked up at Leslie ab unimpressed look on your face, “Jean-Ralphio” you said through a small sigh.

“Oh” she cringed, “good luck with that” she mumbled slowly making her way into her office, you contemplated throwing away the flowers before deciding to discretely slip them in your bag, he’d spent money on them why would you throw them away? Or at least that’s what you’d told yourself. There was something deep down that secretly enjoyed the attention and gifts that Jean-Ralphio showered you with every time he saw you, but anyone would. You hadn’t even noticed but you were still staring at the bouquet that was lay in your bag, eyes glued to the messy array of flowers, maybe you’d just put them in the empty vase- to save them getting damaged. No other reason.

The next day you found yourself with a horrific headache as you walked into your office, “there you are!” Oh Shit. You looked up from your own feet gaze met with Jean-Ralphios. He had a big dopey smile spread across his face, he jumped off the desk he’d been sitting off cutting off whatever conversation he’d been having with Tom, “not today” You mumbled, “my head is pounding, I cannot” you said. He pouted a little, “sorry about that, I’ve got pain killers somewhere in here” he said as he began to rake through his coat pockets. Eventually he handed you a sheet of pain killers, “Ta-da!” He laughed.

A small smile tugged at your lips, damn it. You took the tablets before sitting at your desk, he followed you looking over your computer, “you like the flowers? I know a guy- I know lots of guys. Anything you want I can get like that!” He said with a snap of his fingers, you couldn’t let him see you smile. He’d know he’d won you over. You’d spent so many months fighting off any form of reaction to his gifts and praises this couldn’t be the thing that broke you. “I see you smiling” Jean-Ralphio laughed, “admit it, somewhere deep deep deep deep down, you like me” he smiled. He’d caught you. You’d broke.

“Fine, i do. All these gifts and attention has wore me down. You are…ok” You said mumbling towards the end, “more than ok actually! You’re, annoyingly funny and god your face! The only way I can describe you is pretty and you’re so stupid god it’s adorable you’re like a lost puppy!” Your face was buried in your hands, you could feel it burning with blush. “You really think that?” He asked his voice softer than usual. You looked up, his cheeks were flushed with a pink blush, “…i do” you sighed, “I really do”

His face lit up once again, he pulled you to your feet spinning you around, “I knew I’d wear you down eventually” he hummed, you rolled your eyes gently. He was right though, you couldn’t deny it. He’d wore you down and you weren’t even mad about it.

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sparklewrites1 · 10 months

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[RENFIELD MASTERLIST]

Robert Montague Renfield

Teddy Lobo (maybe?)

#renfield 2023 #robert montague renfield #robert renfield x reader #renfield #renfield x reader #nicholas hoult #teddy lobo #ben schwartz

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b4ku-h03 · 10 months

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i am foaming at the mouth over a line in an x reader fic I read last night

It was for Teddy Lobo from Renfield (don’t judge me— ben schwartz is 6’0 and i have a thing for italian and/or jewish men and he is INSANELY my type in Renfield— pathetic, but putting up a front of toughness (only applies to real life men)), it was called “Offer” on AO3 by stopmysinfulhand

reader: “I-I thought you were going to tease me”

Teddy Lobo, god bless him, actually growled. “Later.”

OHHHHHH MY GODDD incredible love it 10/10

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milkytheholy1 · 1 year

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We just hit 2000 followers!!!

Omg guys, I never thought this would happen. I started this blog so I could just write what I wanted and get to share my work with others who had similar interests.

I was 14 when I created my Tumblr and now I'm in my 20s.

I know you've all joined from different fandoms and I just want to say thank you so much for this. Writing brings me such joy and the fact that people also enjoy what I write?

That's just the cherry on top.

I wish I had planned something but I had no idea this would ever happen, I never thought I'd reach 100 followers let alone 2000.

Thank you, truly.

Here's to 3000!

#fandom #fan #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #tmnt #reader #fluff #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo tmnt #tmnt leo x reader #bad batch tech x reader #peter maximoff x reader #ghostbusters egon spengler x reader #bucky barns x reader #ben schwartz x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader

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froggywritesstuff · 3 months

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i wish you were a girl | teddy lobo

ship/pairing: Teddy Lobo x male!reader

fandom: renfield

warnings: swearing, internalised homophobia, mentions of reader having sex, homophobic slurs, mentions of fisting, mentions of blowjobs, asshole behaviour, mentions of decapitating, mentions of suffocating/strangling, unsatisfying ending, mentions of vomiting, cringe, extremely out of character, barely proofread

word count: 1101

A/N: for any fem readers seeing this, this is a mlm oriented one shot. this has been in my drafts for too long and i hate looking at it

"I wish you were a girl. I wish you were a fucking girl."

The words hit you like a cinder block. This isn't new information, he's implied it on multiple occasions. But hearing the confirmation, hearing the words come out of Teddy's mouth invokes a pain you've never felt before. You don't even know what to think. You're pissed at first, summoning your best poker face as rage bubbles in your chest. You wish he wasn't a whore who couldn't go one day without fucking some girl he met two seconds ago. You wish he would go to therapy once in a blue moon instead of using you as his personal punching bag. You wish he didn't have you suck his dick or fist his ass till his eyes roll back while he calls you a fag and whines about how he feels so disgusted with himself for finding you attractive. But you don't throw that in his face, do you?

Your rage fizzles down as he stares at you, a rare, vulnerable look in his eyes. When you're not angry, you're left with the dreadful feeling his words give you. You despise yourself for it but for some reason you want him to love you. You crave any crumbs of his attention, whether it's good or bad. You wanna be everything he wants. Which you now know, is not you as you are. You wish you were a girl too now. To some extent at least. You've had the displeasure of seeing how he treats the women he fucks. Or rather the lack of treatment. You've heard him say countless times how he ghosts whatever poor woman he was with as soon as he gets soft, as if it's some kind of brag. At least he's talking to you. Would he treat you any better if you were a girl? He's kept you around for longer than he's been in a relationship (if you can even call it that) with a woman, so you had to be doing something right. But Teddy Lobo is the most unpredictable person you know. Some of the things he does and says makes you want to decapitate him, carve out his brain and study it. Or shrink him down to the size of a mouse and send him in a maze and study his every movement. Or grab him by the shoulders and shake him to see if he bubbles up like a bottle of soft drink. Would doing any of these things give you any of the answers you want? Who's to say? What you do know is that it's been too many seconds since Teddy spoke, and the silence might be indicating that he wants a response.

How the fuck are you meant to respond to that? You know you want to respond by suffocating him with a pillow and leaving, but that may not be the correct response. Is there even a correct response to this? Probably not. But the last thing you wanna do is sit in silence until Teddy gets bored and asks you to shove your tongue down his throat while you stroke his cock. Or something.

"I know." you look down. The last thing you wanted to do was look at him.

"Yeah?" he says softly. In his defence, how was he meant to respond to that?

"I-" you go to stop yourself from speaking, your mind racing with different possibilities of his reactions. Once again, Teddy's unpredictability was not working in your favour. With a quick decision, you decide you don't care how he'll react. If he was gonna put you in an uncomfortable position, why couldn't you do the same? "I wish that didn't bother me so much... I wish I wasn't so hung up on what you thought of me." As soon as the words leave your mouth you want to throw up. You think of all the different ways he might respond. Look at you weirdly, disgusted by the sudden vulnerability. Call you a fag. Degrade you in some way. Or just completely ignore it and ask you to fuck him. You definitely don't expect his response.

"You care what I think of you?" he asks, not in a bashful, 'Jason the popular sports guy who all the girls want likes that I read books/skateboard/partake in a slightly niche hobby and don't wear makeup' way, but genuinely surprised. And a little confused. As far as he was concerned, he was just an afterthought in your life, and you just stuck around either for the sex, for protection, or out of fear of him and his family. He'll admit that it makes him feel powerful that he could have such an effect on someone. Especially you.

"Yes." You want to strangle him. Here you are carefully analysing your thoughts and he's blissfully unaware of your feelings. It's not like you shout every thought you have at him but you figured he had to have a fraction of a clue that he was making you feel this way. "Fuck you for that by the way."

"What do you mean- why?" you almost forget that he’s part of one of the most powerful crime families when you hear how desperate his voice sounds.

"Why? You've ruined my life."

"No, why do you care about me?"

"I never said that.”

”But you do.” he says, way too confidently and you’re almost embarrassed that he’s right, “Why?”

“Because sometimes, some people grow attached to people they constantly have sex with."

"Yeah but I'm a fucking asshole to you."

"Yeah that's not news. But I don't have an explanation for why I feel anything for you."

Teddy doesn't say anything. It's unusual, him being so quiet. You can tell he's thinking when you look at him, like he's actually thinking before speaking for once. That too is unusual. And right now you have no desire to find out what he's thinking of saying. You clear your throat and begin making your way to the door.

"Are we done here? Cause I... I think I'm gonna go..."

His mouth falls open, and there's a moment of silence before he mutters a nonchalant 'uh-huh'. You nod, and push open the door, about to leave when he stops you.

"Wait." you look at him. He's trying so hard to look like he doesn't care. Like he's not affected by what you've said. He meets your eyes, before immediately looking away, "Um, never mind... I-I'll see you around."

You nod hesitantly, mumbling a goodbye as you shut the door behind you.

#i hope he explodes #fanfiction #froggywritesstuff #male reader #x reader #teddy lobo #teddy lobo x reader #teddy lobo x male reader #renfield 2023 #renfield #gay #mlm #tedward lobo #tedward lobo x reader #ben schwartz x reader #ben schwartz

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Hello Dork! 😊

I have 7 questions for you:

Q1: Is your request box is still opening for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q2: Do you have request rules for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q3: Can you accept prompts and songfics for request?

Q4: Can you accept yandere moments for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q5: Can you accept suggestive moments like neck kisses, makeouts and hickey for Rottmnt x female reader request? I am sorry for asking an awkward question. 😅

Q6: What are your thoughts on Rottmnt Donnie and Rottmnt Leo?

Q7: What are your favorite Rottmnt characters you admire? Mine are Rottmnt Donnie and Rottmnt Leo!!! 💕💕

Please answer my questions I appreciate .😊

Holy moly look at your username. I haven't seen one like that earnestly from a real person since like 2008. At least... if you are real?

I only say that because I don't know where you got the idea for like any of your questions.

To answer 1-5: I've literally never done requests in my life. For 5 specifically though, you can check out Tactical Entreat for neck licks and makeouts, I guess.

6: I am clearly and obviously in love with rottmnt Donnie. I find rottmnt Leo to be a fascinating character and writing him comes naturally to me because I have a good sense of Ben Schwartz voice. I enjoy him immensely as well, but he ain't Donnie! I like all the boys in different ways.

7: See above

Like seriously though, are you a really sophisticated robot? If not, you are a wild and audacious human being who has no sense or reading skills whatsoever. I know that sounds mean. I don't intend it to be, but wow, I am just blown away by how freaking bizarre this ask is. I hope you understand if you are real.

#ask

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goose-nest · 2 years

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this is where i reblog stuff i like! my main is @goosewriting

i post my writings there if you wanna check it out :>

fandoms

ITSV, ATSV (spot and hobie my beloveds)

Rise of the TMNT (Leo supremacy)

Star Wars (clones have me in constant choke-hold)

HTTYD (ost still brings me to tears)

Marvel (MCU) & X-Men (anti-hero enthusiast)

Animal Crossing (bam and wardell my beloved)

Sonic (boom, prime and the movies)

Ducktales 2017 (at this point idk if i like blue characters or just ben schwartz)

Avatar (J. Cameron's) (still crying about the movie. no i am not okay)

browse reblog tags

#fic : written pieces (mainly reader inserts) #art : … well, art #edit : compilations, edits, etc. #gifset : gifs every character has their own tag (i.e. „leo“, „raph“, etc.)

#goose honks

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did-i-mention-the-shirt · 7 months

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Drabble | Teddy Lobo x Reader

Just a random thing me and @broccolithebunni had been talking about. Teddy's an idiot /pos.

TW: Food, mentions of choking, not being able to pair the proper wine with food, excessive use of the word 'fuck'

Being associated with the Lobo's was still something you were getting used to. Before, people would treat you like anyone else, not even turning their heads if you walked into a room. Now, it was pure association that seemed to have everyone desperate to never anger you. And that was when you were on your own. And it was nothing compared to how they treated you with him.

Tonight he insisted on treating you for dinner, telling you to pick any restaurant. You should know by now that nothing can be lowkey with Teddy, but part of you hoped the two of you would just sit down and enjoy dinner.

That dream was of course crushed the moment you approached your favorite cajun place. Teddy always made comments about owning the town, and you knew he was talking about fear, but part of you was beginning to believe maybe he legitimately owns New Orleans, because as soon as you walked in, everyone sat up straight. A waiter took your orders and gave them to you as soon as humanly possible. With the take out (that you're not even sure they normally have), you both headed to your place.

Now, about twenty minutes later, you were watching with disgust as Teddy attempts to crack a crawfish with his teeth, like a dog on a chew toy. The occasional, "Fuck," is heard before he checks if his tooth is still in his mouth. You wait until he gives up before sliding over a plate of peeled crawfish, waiting to walk him through how to eat it. "You done?" You ask, smiling at him.

He looks over at you with his signature wide-eyes before slowly putting the mangled crawfish down, blushing as he tried to stammer out an excuse.

"How'd you fucking do all that?" He points to the plate between the two of you.

"Twist the head and separate it-" "Nope, no, ew. Okay, how do you eat it?" He picks one up, inspecting it suspiciously.

"Squeeze the tail right here," You demonstrate by holding one up and pitching the fan-shaped part of the tail, sucking the meat out of the body. He stares at you, raising his eyebrows.

"That's so fucking gross," He laughs.

You roll your eyes at his hypocrisy, "Just eat." He nods, looking down at the crustation in hand before copying what you did. You smile, proud that he could finally do something on his own. Then he begins violently coughing, and your smile drops.

"Teddy, are you okay?" You ask, looking for any signs of choking. He seemed fine, just really red in the face.

"You didn't say it was spicy!" He gags, chugging the red wine he's been drinking. You leaned back, lowering your brows in confusion.

"It's not spicy at all. It's, like, the opposite of that, actually."

"Mhm, sure," He finishes his wine, waiting a moment to see if the burning in his mouth dissipated at all, "Fuck, man."

"Come here, let's get you some water," You offer a pitiful smile, standing up with him and walking into the kitchen, holding his hand like a hurt child.

As soon as he got the water, he chugged it as fast as he could. You watched his Adam's Apple bob, wrinkling your eyebrows. How has he even lived this long?

In one swift movement, he slammed the glass down on the counter, "Fuckkkk me…"

He panted, staring at the floor. You just nodded your head, genuinely concerned for him.

"Do you want to get something else to eat?" You tilted your head until he met your eyes. "Yeah," He responded, flustered and embarrassed, "Sorry I ruined dinner, but next time, I'm choosing," He placed a kiss on your lips, an apology for the whole night, before shoving you away.

"What?!"

"I forgot you just fucking ate!" He cried, refilling his glass. Done lol

#Teddy Lobo #Renfield (2023)#Tedward “Teddy” Eddie Lobo #Teddy Lobo x Reader #sfw #Ben schwartz #ig idk lol

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billybennet · 3 months

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Plus One Chapter 3

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein x reader

Summary: You have been secretly dating Jean-Ralphio for a while… How will the parks department take it when you bring him to Leslie and Ben's wedding?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist

A/N: this is not canon compliant

It had been over a year of you seeing Jean-Ralphio steadily, but you had yet to let him or yourself tell anyone about what was going on. Even Tom didn’t know yet.

“Gather around everyone!” Leslie announces, stepping into the office. She hands out envelopes to everyone.

“What are these?” Larry asks.

“Open them!” Leslie urges. You all do as told, and inside you find wedding invitations.

“Oh my god!” you and Ann exclaim, rushing to give Leslie a hug. Leslie laughs almost maniacally. You examine the invitation again and notice that the RSVP is only for one person. You bite your lip, “Leslie, can I talk to you?” you step to the side.

“Yeah, of course!” the two of you step outside the office, “Is something wrong? Can you not make it?”

“No no no, actually I was just wondering if I could have a plus one?”

“What?” Leslie looks around helplessly. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You mull that over in your mind for a second, “Kind of, I don’t know, but I want to introduce him to you guys.”

Leslie smiles widely, almost mischievously. “Yeah, of course, I’ll tell Ben.”

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Leslie and Ben’s wedding was quickly approaching and you had yet to invite Jean-Ralphio or tell him of your plans.

The two of you sat on the couch in your apartment, eating take out and watching bad reality tv, when you turned to him, “Jean-Ralphio…”

“Yes baby?” he had taken to calling you every pet name in the book.

“What would you think of going to Leslie’s wedding with me?”

“I didn’t get an invite,” he frowned.

“No, I mean like, you would be my plus one.”

He perked up at this, “Really? So we’d go, like, together?”

“That’s what I said isn’t it?” you giggle.

He sits up and presses a firm kiss to your lips, “Would we get to tell people about us?” You nod, “Tom?”

“Yes, but not til the wedding,” you press a firm finger to his chest. He nods excitedly, pulling you into another kiss.

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You fussed over Jean-Ralphio’s shirt collar, trying to steady yourself for the wedding. What would they think? What would Ron think? Jean-Ralphio leans down and places a kiss on your nose, before pulling away to jump up and down excitedly.

You smile at him, “Ready?”

“Ready,” he slips his hand into yours, dragging you out the door.

You look around in awe at the venue which is decorated with red and white flowers and accents. It’s very tasteful yet pretty. You attempt to release your hand from Jean-Ralphio’s grip to wipe the sweat from your palm, but he squeezes it tightly. You spot April and Andy sitting near the front, and tug Jean-Ralphio down the aisle to the few open seats next to them.

“Heyy,” you say nervously as you approach.

“Y/N and… Jean-Ralphio, heyyy,” April says stalely.

You scooch down the row to the open seats.

“Jean-Ralphio?” you hear Tom before you see him.

“Hey! Tommy-T!”

“What are you doing here? I thought Leslie didn't invite you?”

“She didn't! I’m here with Y/N though!” he points to you excitedly.

“Whaaat?” Tom exclaims.

“What?” Ron states from down the aisle, you turn, mouth agape as you try to form an answer or explanation, but you come up with nothing.

“Ron-” Ben interjects, having arrived at the same time as Ron.

“This imbecile?”

“I-” you start.

“Ron, not today please,” Ben pleads. Ron grunts and proceeds to sit in the front row.

“What's going on?” Andy asks, causing April to smack him on the arm.

At the reception tensions were high between you and Ron. You almost clung to Jean-Ralphio more than he clung to you.

“So like, when did this,” Tom gestures between the two of you, “happen?”

You turn to Jean-Ralphio, opening your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it, “Well this little hottie first caught my eye at the Snakehole-”

“It’s been about a year,” you cut him off.

“A year? How have you kept this from me for a year?” Tom asks, more directed at Jean-Ralphio.

“Well I wouldn't be able to bang her if I told you, so it was a pretty easy choice,” he grins down at you. You look back up at him and shake your head, smiling.

“Awwe you two are so cuteee,” Leslie coos.

You hug her, congratulating her again on the wedding. Then hug Ben, “Thank you again for keeping this a secret.”

“Of course,” Ben smiles at you.

“Ben knew?!” Tom exclaims.

“Accidentally,” you explain.

“I knew it would work out with the two of you, you're meant to be together,” Ben says, pulling Leslie into his side tightly.

“I disagree,” Ron pipes up as he approaches the group. “I think you are making a terrible mistake,” he directs at you.

You falter, looking down at the ground. “Oh c'mon Mr. Swanson,” Jean-Ralphio punches his arm lightly.

“No son, you listen to me, you have been nothing but a horrible friend and business partner to Tom, and I don't expect you'll act any differently towards Y/N, so I suggest you leave before you ruin her future.” Everyone pauses, looking between Ron and you.

“Do you think I’d bring him here if I didn't see a future with him?” you look up at Ron, but your vision blurs.

Jean-Ralphio turns to a caterer quickly, whispering, “Do you have anything circular? Like a ringolo? Ouh! Or a ring pop? A ring pop would be perfect!” The caterer walks away, shaking her head.

“You’re throwing your life away,” Ron states.

You felt the floodgates open, rushing off to find the nearest bathroom or corner to cry in.

“Y/N,” Jean-Ralphio tries to grab your arm but you slip right through his fingers, he looks at Ron with sad eyes.

“Not cool Ron,” Leslie scolds, running after you. April and Andy had been keeping their distance, but when you and Leslie passed, April was quick to follow.

“Did you really have to do that now ?” Ben asks Ron.

“I can't let her do that to herself,” He gestures at Jean-Ralphio.

“You know she loves him, right? And there's no way you'll change her mind on that.”

“She doesn't love him,” Ron dismisses.

“She's been hiding her relationship with him for almost 2 years, because she was scared of what people would say, and you just made her worst fear come true. Think about that.” Ben walks away.

You find a bench outside in a secluded enough place and let the tears fall.

“Y/N,” you hear Leslie say in a soft voice, as she rubs you back soothingly.

“Don't listen to Ron,” April grabs your hands in hers, “He's a stupid man.”

You laugh a little through your blubbering.

“It’s true, Ron doesn’t know anything about your guys’ relationship, none of us do.”

“Well I know that that fool knows enough about you to get your stupid hard coffee order right,” April says, which makes your heart swell with love. “Annndd that he somehow managed to get you to ditch my wedding.”

You look up, shocked, “How did you know?”

April shrugs, “I put it together after the coffee incident… You were acting weird that night.”

You laugh, full and hearty.

“See? Ron doesn't know anything!” Leslie says, standing abruptly. “Now let's get back in there, and tell him that you're not giving up on love.”

You release one of your hands from Aprils, and reach out to squeeze Leslies. “Okay.”

When you returned to the reception the men had scattered. You spot Tom getting a drink at the bar and split from the girls. “Where's Jean-Ralphio?” you ask him.

“I don't know! I feel like I don't know anything about him anymore!” Tom sighs.

“Tom, you still know him better than anyone, and it was my fault he couldn't tell you. I really held it over his head that I would end it if he said anything.”

“I know, but still! I feel betrayed…” he downs his drink.

“C'mon,” you loop your arm through his, “let's dance.” You drag Tom to the dance floor as Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody plays. The two of you dance for a few songs, and you have so much fun you almost forget the ordeal.

Then the music stops abruptly, “Can I have everyone's attention please?” you lift your head at the sound of a familiar voice. “I just wanted to say- what a lovely wedding, congrats to Leslie and Ben! And also… Y/N…” Jean-Ralphio starts, “This past year and 8 months have been incredible, and I don't just mean the sex, I mean, you have made me a better person, and you make me want to continue to get better.” It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest. “For you, I want to be better for you, and as a promise that I will do that, I want to ask you,” he hops down from the stage and into the crowd, stopping in front of you and getting on one knee, “Will you marry me? Cuz you really the beeesssst!” he sings the last part. You look at him, then the ‘ring’ in his hand, then back at him. The crowd holds their breath.

“Yes.” Jean-Ralphio jumps up, the crowd cheering as he tackles you in a hug and peppers you with kisses, you giggling away.

“Here,” he grabs your hand.

“Is that a napkin ring?” you ask.

“Yeah- but I'll get you a real one! I just gotta talk to my dad- you know how he is…” he rambles, but you stop him by pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Let me do the talking.” Jean-Ralphio nods in response.

#jean ralphio saperstein x reader #jean ralphio saperstein #parks and rec #ben schwartz

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