#Will have more gifs of him because I didn’t realize how sassy and flirty he was in this

[zappedbyzabka]

[verysmolnerd]

Vacationing with Otto!!

Considering I’m in a warmer part of the world and a vacation spot for some time, I figured I could take advantage of that.

The man is focused on making his dream a reality that he hasn’t taken a single day for himself..(Or you for that matter, but you knew that. He came with that baggage when you married him)

So, as per usual, you pull him away on his spinny chair, until he laughs and stands up.

“Alright! Alright! I’m done!”

He laughs even harder when you drag him up the stairs. In his mind, he can only assume that you’re up to something. (He knew all too well that you’ve had a trick up your sleeve, it’s how he came to fall in love with you into the first place)

You haven’t traveled since your honeymoon, so this is long overdue. You expected him to be confused when you put his suitcase on the bed.

You inform him that he’s going on vacation and then pack for him. As brilliant as he is, packing is somehow a struggle for him.

He’s always forgetting something at work and you remember that he forgot a bunch of hygiene products on your honeymoon.

“Where are we going?”

“…… a surprise.”

So you remain silent until you both get to the JFK airport.

However, he starts to put things together when you hand him his passport…. And when he sees the gate.

“We’re going to Italy?!”

You can see the excitement on his face, he’s always wanted to go, but was absorbed by his work.

He takes photos of literally everything. He even does the silly leaning tower of Pisa poses that every other tourist does.

He loves art, and anything around it. That meaning, you go to as many museums there as possible. Not to mention that he urges to find an area dedicated to da Vinci.

He loves the work of da Vinci, it’s crazy. He would tell you everything behind his note books and artwork. He’s basically a walking biography of da Vinci.

You normally have to check if he’s not over exerting himself because of his negelence drink water.

You end up having to pin him to the bed, straddling his stomach and chest in order to make him drink water. It’s only after work when you realize how compromising the position you’re in.

(Otto definitely takes advantage of that^)

He’s an excited tourist, and you love it so much. Honestly he might extend the stay and drag you all over Italy. Be prepared for your legs to hurt.

When you get back, he prints a bunch of photos and makes an album.

He then talks about vacations for the future. He’s thinking about going to France.

Doc Ock

Considering that he’s a wanted criminal, he can’t travel that much. You have no idea what to do.

A walk in Central Park is more a date, and you’ve both done it hundreds of times. Not to mention, having your Otto from the actuators are sparse.

There was only once where you had an entire day with Otto to yourself.

The actuators got shocked, rendering them docile for an undetermined amount of time.

You took that to your advantage and drove him upstate to a small touristy town. You ended up camping, because you know too well that no hotel in New York would house a super villain. (A very hot one, but you digress)

You take him to a secluded beach, and buy him supplies. (And clean him cause he’s like a swamp rat with a wrench)

He stays away from the water, the actuators collecting the nearby seashells.

You done end up going in the water either, you just read under the umbrella with a book in hand.

Otto starts to make smug comments about your surroundings, and is a tad flirty as well. The influence of the arms turned him into a different person.

He was always confident, but he submitted to those in power to him. His pride is his work is to be expected, but it soared. Now you’re with a very sassy Otto. Honestly, you don’t mind the change…. You seeing him shirtless all the time is a plus.

However, it seems that thing never change. He didn’t put on sunscreen. So now you’re applying aloe on his front and back as he seethes in pain.

His revenge? Throwing you in the water.

Oh, it’s ON

He knew full well he can’t escape your fury, so he waded in the water and had a splash fight with you. Obviously with the reassurance that the arms are unaffected by it… which now freed yourself from holding back.

You can see him drop the act of his supervillain attitude a few times when your smile shines through his darkest of clouds.

Building sandcastles together.

It’s so funny seeing him work with a sunburn. The actuators gets so confused about it.

Reformed Otto

Since he’s staying away from nuclear science and sticking to robotics (with very much reduced hours in the lab) he can’t help but want a change of scenery.

He’s been so busy all his life, and here you were at his side. Patient, maybe twiddling your thumbs when you got antsy.

So something planned by him is long overdue…. Decades overdue.

He can’t travel far, due to the crushing weight of the actuators. He can’t even stand for long before the muscles in his back scream for him to stop.

So.. he sought out an old friend of his. Wanting to make up for all the times he’s scared the life out of you, or worse, threatened it so carelessly.

He knew it would be complicated, the life and science behind a supervillain that was made by their own mistakes always is. Norman’s reformation was a huge example. The road to recovery will be a long one.

He wanted it to be a surprise. So he told you he was going to a conference. In reality, he was getting his actuators removed.

You knew how long those conferences can last, because science isn’t the only thing that they talk about. They often discuss the ways to get out of the public eye and get a semblance of the life they had before.

This time, however, Otto wouldn’t have to worry about straining his back after today…

So when he came home, you were shocked and nearly shed tears at the sight of your Otto without his actuators.

He then mimicked what you did all those years ago by tossing your suitcase in your shared bed.

He helps you pack. It’s been so long that you almost forgot how to.

Now because of his past crimes, traveling is still relatively limited, but at least you’re not sneaking him anywhere.

So probably a theme park or museum, you haven’t done either since.. you can’t remember when.

He’d buy all the novelty items, money isn’t an issue considering his job is just as important in Oscorp (just a different department)

Honestly he looks like a vacation dad, but you both find it funny. He’s got the Hawaiian shirt and Khakis and you love him for it.

He still takes a lot of photos and makes albums when the traveling is over. He loves being able to access all those mementos.

That meaning, he starts to plan for your next adventure with him.

He loves you so much, and he finally gets that chance to spoil you.

[kingkatsuki]

Do you have any headcanons for how shouto and katsuki text?

Omg I got so into these? They were so much fun~

Bakugou

Honestly you’d have more luck getting blood from a stone half the time.

One word answers, and sometimes you don’t even get one word.

Every single group chat is muted. He’s tried just leaving them but he gets put back in repeatedly.

If you message Bakugou to meet you somewhere or to hang out at a certain time, he’ll often leave you on read.

This actually means that he’s going to be there at that time, and thinks you should just know that. He’ll only reply if he can’t make it or to change the time.

But even then it’s just “7.” Or “no.” Short, curt answers.

If you get annoyed at him for not confirming that he’ll be there or won’t be there, send him another text. And another, until you get a response.

Finally he’ll text back a “K.” Or “fine, dumbass.”

Constantly puts a “.” After Every. Single. Message.

Makes it seem like he’s angry or annoyed at you, but it’s just his way of showing you he’s finished talking.

Definitely gonna use excuses as to why he didn’t text back though. Usually “my phones fucked up, I’m not receiving messages.” Liar~

Only way to get him to send you longer texts is to try and get him to sext with you.

If you send him selfies however, he’s a completely different texter.

His answers are still often short and concise, but they’re enough to make butterflies erupt in your chest.

“Mine.” “Beautiful.” “Perfect.” Or an uncharacteristic “😍” all send your heart into palpitations.

Compliments are often followed by “don’t fucking post that anywhere. It should be for my eyes only.” Of course he isn’t upset if you do post it online, but people better realize you’re his.

Gets excited whenever you send him photos of yourself that he knows you haven’t shared with anyone else. Usually ones of you trying on outfits in dressing rooms to get his opinion or flirty pictures for his eyes only.

Ignore his texts however and he gets annoyed. Sends “Oi.” Repeatedly. You come back to at least ten messages with Bakugou getting frustrated at you, Oi, where are you? Are you ignoring me? What are you doing? Y/N?

Says he’s not clingy but he secretly is.

When you saw that your contact had a cute emoji beside it you could’ve cried from joy, but don’t tease him about it cause he’ll get rid of it.

Send him memes and you’ll get “lol” in response.

Always remembers to send you a “Morning.” Text every morning without fail.

Send him candid photos you’ve managed to take of him and he gets so annoyed. “WHEN DID YOU TAKE THAT.”

When he’s angry HE TEXTS IN ALL UPPERCASE. Rage texter for sure.

Todoroki

Doesn’t use text speak. Thinks it’s just as quick to type properly.

Rarely gives you short, curt responses. Normally he’ll try to keep up conversation with you because he knows how much you enjoy it.

Never uses ‘lol’ or ‘lmao’ because he doesn’t get why people use it when they’re not laughing out loud?

Todoroki is SO sarcastic over text. High-key sassy af.

If you wanted to confirm a date with him or what time you’re meeting up, he’ll often send you a response like “no, I’m actually seeing my father. Of course I’m seeing you😒”

Usually Todoroki prefers to have important or serious conversations face to face, so when you text each other the conversations are normally flirty or fun. Usually trying to make each other smile than anything too serious.

Send him funny memes and he’ll send them back. Often conversations can go on for a while just by sending gifs or memes to each other. No other words needed.

If you’re feeling self-deprecating or sad he often sends you memes to cheer you up.

Constantly sends you candid photos he’s taken of you.

Full of compliments~

Todoroki loves when you send him photos that you’re going to post on social media to him before you post them. Makes him feel special and he’ll usually give real heartfelt compliments.

Sending you “why you always lying” if you call yourself ugly or sending you love reaction memes when you post a cute selfie.

Usually sends you a cute emoji paired with a compliment if you send him photos of yourself.

Todoroki always sends you a text before he goes to sleep and when he wakes up. Just to say goodnight/good morning. He wants you to know he’s thinking about you.

You can text Todoroki at any time and you best believe he’ll reply not long after. Even when he has ‘do not disturb’ on he has his phone set to accept texts from your phone number.

You almost died when you saw your contact in his phone had a heart emoji beside it.

Silent in any group chats unless someone actually mentions him or he has input to a conversation. 

He’s not about to read the hundreds of messages his friends send on a daily but sometimes he’ll add input in the form of a gif or a meme or a sassy comment here and there.

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and the Beast of New York - Ch. 4

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge in art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

Masterlist

Wherefore Art Thou My Fair Juliet?

“Future Mrs. Rogers, huh?”

Steve looks up from the manifest in his hand with a shy smile. “Well, um,-”

“Save it, punk,” Bucky stopped him. Steve raised a brow at him, trying to read him. Bucky smirked devilishly. “She’s cute.”

“Back off she’s mine,” Steve said playfully, leaning back in his office chair and hooking his leg over the other.

“Sure about that?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, pulling a chair back to take a seat. “I don’t think she really likes you.”

“What would make you say that?”

“Well for starters she called you a dirty, ugly mobster,” Bucky recalled.

“Ain’t she the cutest?” Steve chuckled like a child.

“Steve, that’s not how it works.”

“Okay, so she’s a bit brash,” Steve said sitting up. “Nothing wrong with that. I like that. Think it’s really hot.” Bucky nodded not really knowing how to reply to that. “I really think she likes me, Buck, we really connected at the museum.”

“The museum?”

“Yeah, that’s where I met her first.” Steve informed, “on Saturday.”

“She likes art then?” Bucky asked.

Steve shakes his head with a smile, his thoughts returning to that day. “Not at all. She’s a dunce when it comes to art. But don’t get me wrong she’s really smart. She’s one of those science nerds.”

“How lovely,” Bucky said, resting the side of his face in his hand while leaning on the desk. “What’s her name again? Rosy?”

“No that’s not her real name,” Steve replied. “That’s just what I call her.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “Then what’s her real name?”

A sudden realization comes to him. He sits straight with a blank expression. “I don’t know…”

Bucky’s head dips with a tired sigh. Steve could have been his best friend. He could’ve been the man with over half of New York under his control. He was the most brilliant mind in the business world - legal and illegal. But when it came to the dating scene, he was a total dud. A simpleton. A hopeless romantic and hopeless in all things regarding romance.

“So let me get this straight,” Bucky said with his hands. “You spent an entire morning with this chick. Supposedly had a “connection” with her but you didn’t have the decency to introduce yourself?”

“It was a complicated morning,” Steve retorted. “I didn’t even have my morning coffee.”

“That’s no excuse!” Bucky replied. “No wonder she hates you.”

“She doesn’t hate me.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, whatever you say ugly, dirty mobster.”

Steve huffs with his lips in a frown. “She was just a little freaked out, is all! I mean it’s not every day you witness a violent shakedown. You guys overdid it.” Steve crossed his arms.

Bucky looks at the man incredulously. “You told us to show the kid what a Brooklyn beating looks like.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to go overboard,” he retorted. “You scared the poor girl. There’s just so much a pretty heart like that can take. You dirty ugly mobster. How could you?”

“Oh please forgive me,” Bucky sassed, sinking in his seat.

The two sit in silence for a few minutes. Steve sat with a frown on his face. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn’t he ask for your name? No wonder you thought he was a creep. You probably thought he was just trying to get into your pants.

Steve, you stupid man, can’t you do anything right?!?!

“So what’re you gonna do now?” Bucky breaks the silence.

Steve looks up at him with a sad pout. A light in his brain flips on and his frown turns upside down. “You’re gonna find out who she is.”

“What?” Bucky said, hurling himself forward. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” Steve smiled. “You’re gonna find out who she is and tell me. It’s your new job.”

“That’s not in my contract.” Bucky retorted.

“Yeah, well now it is,” Steve replied, gathering his things. “Take Sam and the kid with ya.”

“Are you nuts?” Bucky roared. “There’s no way we can do that! There’s like a billion girls in the city!” He exclaimed, waving his arms around. “It’ll take years!”

But there’s only one Rosy. Steve thought to himself with a far-off look.

Steve smirks as he gets up. He walks past his friend and opens the door, his keys dangling in his hand. “Then I guess you better get started.”

You walked down the sidewalk, your hair fluttering in the air and clothes clinging to your body with your arms tightly wrapped around the textbook in your hand bracing yourself from the cold winter air.

Your thoughts were stuck in the clouds making you feel out of breath and slightly dizzy. They were thoughts of a certain mobster hottie. They weren’t romantic thoughts per se. More like a mixture of confusion and fear.

Who would’ve thought the harmless freak from the museum would end up being the most dangerous man in the city. But then again, not everything was as it seemed. Your thoughts were wrapped in him. How sweet and sassy he was at the museum and how different he was at the cafe.

His eyes were cold and his aura was intimidating, but quickly switched to flirty and sweet when he saw you. That was what scared you the most.

So absorbed in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the urban decay surrounding you. The decrepit pavement that looked as if it was slammed with a sledgehammer. The once perfect and smooth concrete was now broken into a network of cracks, many of them colonized by weeds.

So wrapped up in the way his eyes twinkled and smile shined, you forgot where you were going or who was around you. People were walking by, heads topped with wool hats and bodies wrapped in uncomfortable layers of flannel and duffel. There was a boy that was walking home with you, who just so happened to notice you weren’t listening to him and he found it very annoying.

“Y/N?” Quentin called. “Y/N? Earth to moron! Y/N!” he shakes his hand in front of your face.

“Huh?”

“You weren’t listening to me,” he frowned.

“I was,” you lied.

“Then what did I say?”

You smiled sheepishly and he rolled his eyes.

“My roommate’s going out of town this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come over? We can order a pizza and study for ochem? Maybe play some Gears?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you agreed with a smile.

Quentin smiles in excitement, his grip on his bag tightening. It’s been a while since the two of you had a study date.

“What’s with you?” he changes the topic. “You’ve been out of it lately.”

“I’m fine,” you murmured.

“No you’re not,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just tired,” you replied. “That’s all.”

“Something tells me it’s not,” he said. “Call it my “best friend since sixth grade” sixth sense.”

You chuckled at him. You’ve known Quentin for a really long time. He was the first person to accept you.

You didn’t have the best school experience. While other girls found sweet love notes in their lockers you found scraps of paper telling you to kill yourself, that you were the ugliest girl in school. No one wanted to be your partner in gym class. No one asked you out to a homecoming dance or invited you to sit with them during lunch.

You were unwanted and alone and learned to accept it. If your own parents didn’t accept you then why would anyone else?

That was until you met Quentin. He asked to sit next to you in science class on his first day and you were speechless when he did. It only got better as the days went by. He sat with you during lunch. He made you laugh in the library until the librarian kicked you out. He made you feel wanted and special.

“Well?” he called you back. “You gonna tell me?”

“It’s nothing,” you assured.

“Y/N,” he doted like a father.

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t quit until you told him. The grip on your book tightens as you shrink into your scarf.

“I met this guy,” you confessed with a light blush.

Quentin chuckles at your cute behavior, but for some reason, it hurts a little. “That’s good.”

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s not good.”

He raises a brow. “Why not?”

“Because he’s bad,” you told him.

He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“He’s bad.”

“Bad in like he’s hot?”

“No!” you replied quickly. Well,…he was hot. “I’m talking about the other kinda bad.”

Quentin chuckles. “I didn’t know you were into bad boys,” he wiggled his brows.

“It’s not like that!”

“Then what is it like?”

“I don’t know…bad,” you reiterated. You didn’t really want to give him the details. He’d only worry, possibly scold you for talking to strangers, and you really didn’t need that right now. “He’s nice just a bit…strange.”

“Want me to kick someone’s ass?” he asked.

You shake your head with a chuckle. “No, not yet. I think I can handle it.”

Quentin frowns a bit, but you didn’t really notice. He didn’t like how vague you were being or how the idea of some guy bothering you was stuck in his head now. But he didn’t show it. You were strong and knew how to take care of yourself. He knew how much you liked your space. But even then, it didn’t stop him from worrying. It didn’t stop him from wishing you’d open just a bit after all these years. He never told you that though. He always had a way of hiding his feelings when it came to you.

Your lips slanted into a downward curve and brows furrowed in concentration. Quentin wraps an arm around your shoulders, shaking you out of your daze. You turn to look at him and he has a wide smile on his face.

“Come on, let’s go get some coffee,” he said.

“I’m broke at the moment,” you reminded him.

“On me then,” he offered, “we gotta get you back down to earth.”

You chuckled following him. He always had a way of making you feel better.

“Man this is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done,” Sam groaned.

“Not as stupid as the time you licked that water pipe in ten-degree weather,” Bucky stated.

“In my defense, I was drunk off my ass.”

“You actually did that,” Peter asked from the back of the car. “Wow, even I’m not that stupid.”

Sam turned around to glare at the boy. Peter melted into the leather seat in fear.

“Why did we bring him with us?”

“Steve said so,“ Bucky answered, lighting up a cigarette.

Sam groaned loudly. "First we get stuck with this horrible job then we gotta drag the kid with us. He’ll just slow us down!"

"I’m faster than you, Grandpa,” Peter sassed making Bucky snort with the stick in his mouth.

“It’s taking every ounce of goodness in me to not beat the crap out of you right now,” Sam told him.

“That’s child abuse and I’ll report you."

Sam faces forwards, murmuring under his breath. "I will not kill the kid. I will not kill the kid."

"Hey, Pete, wanna smoke?” Bucky asked, pointing the box towards him.

“Sure,” he reached out for one.

Bucky smacks him on the back of the head. “Don’t even think about, punk, you’re underage."

"Then why’d you offer?” Peter asked annoyed, rubbing the back of his head.

“I was testing ya,” Bucky replied. “And now that I know, if I catch you smoking I’m kicking your butt. You hear that?"

"Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?"

"Yes sir,” Peter corrected himself. The boy leaned against the car door, peeking out the window watching pedestrians walk by. “Uh, Sir?"

"What is it, kid?” Sam asked.

“If we’re supposed to find some girl shouldn’t we be outside? Why are we sitting in the car?"

It’s quiet for a minute. Peter raises a brow at the two.

"It’s cold outside,” Bucky confessed.  

Peter’s lips parted slightly in shock. Some ruff-n-tuff mobster you are.

“I mean do you really want to go searching for the girl?” Sam asked him. “We’ll just sit around for a while and tell the big guy we can’t find her."

"But that’s not honest!” Peter sits up, squeezing into the small space between them.

Bucky laughs at him. “This is the mob, kid, honesty doesn’t exist around here."

Peter frowns and crosses his arms while sitting back. "It’s still wrong. The boss really likes this girl. Shouldn’t we help?"

"We’ll be helping him by not finding the girl,” Sam informed. “Trust us when we say that the boss’ had his fair share of heartbreak. The last thing he needs is another girl."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s a long story,” Bucky tried to change the topic. “I’ll tell you some other time. But don’t go blabbin’ to the boss that we told you that. Ya hear?"

Peter nodded in curiosity. The mob boss was suffering from heartbreak?

"Holy shit, Buck, it’s her!” Sam exclaimed, pointing out the windshield.

Bucky almost drops his cigarette in surprise. “Oh my god, what do we do?"

"Get out of the car, we can’t lose her!” Sam shouted, opening the door to his side.

“I thought you said we weren’t going to find her."

"She’s right there, Pete, we can’t just let her go,” Bucky said, getting out of the car. “Now get out of the damn car!"

Peter gets out of the car with a groan. These two were beyond confused and now they were getting him confused.

"Now what do we do?” Peter said, feeling stupid by just being next to the two.

“Uhm,” Bucky thought. He pushes Peter in your direction. “Go talk to her.”

“What!? Why me?!” Peter questioned.

“Because…” Sam started. “This is…this is your initiation into the gang."

"Yeah, that’s what this is,” Bucky pointed up. “Now hurry up before she gets away."

"You’re just pulling that out of your ass!” Peter retorted. “I’m not gonna go talk to some girl I’ve never met before. That’s weird."

"Listen, punk, you either do it or you’re dead,” Sam threatened. “I don’t think you’ve seen what a real Brooklyn beating looks like."

Peter gulps. He turns to see you and a boy walking away, slowly fading from his view.

"What’s it gonna be then?"

"Okay, okay, I’ll do it,” Peter assured. He turned on his heel, his steps getting wider to catch up. “Lazy ass mobsters,” he grunted.

“I heard that asshole!"

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A/N: Hi, i tagged everyone from my old taglist as well. hope that isn’t a problem. I’m up to date with chapters prior to deleting so next chapter will be new for the old tagged people. Have a nice day! 

[90s-belladonna]

hi, can i have a match up please? i'm 5'3 - 5'4, have a curvy figure, shoulder length dark brown hair and eyes of the same colour! i'm sassy and sarcastic, however i'm also pretty awkward? i can be flirty or rude without realising it. i'm pansexual, however i'd prefer to be matched with a boy! people say i have villanous tendencies because i'm pretty mischievous. i'm polish/russian, and white! love ya! 🌻

“oh, i forgot my interests! i play a lot of video games, and i sleep a lot. i like to collect candles, and i really like pokémon! horror is my favourite genre, however sci-fi/fantasy is a close second! sorry for forgetting! 🌻”

Kenma Kozume

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

why did I match you two?: I think your personality is both like kuroo and kenma, but you’re interests align more like kenma’s, hence why I can see you two together and actually being happy in a relationship.

how you’d get together: you two were most likely rivals in an online game and ended up meeting at a video game convention, you two thought you’d dislike one another but ended up getting along famously, kuroo asked you to join he and kenma for lunch and then he somehow mysteriously disappeared once you and kenma got to the restaurant.

what your relationship would be like: honestly so sweet, calm, and domestic. the two of you just bring out the best in each other and never judge one another.

nicknames he has for you: I honestly don’t think he’d be one to use terms of endearment, but I promise the way he says your name will absolutely make you melt!

your song: cherry - lana del rey

headcanons for your relationship:

❥ he wouldn’t mind your mischievous nature since he grew up around kuroo and basically had to deal with him and bokuto so trust me he’s prepared for anything you have to offer.

❥ I could see you two having a weekly movie night where you pick two movies you really like and he also picks two that he really likes and you two just cuddle all night.

❥ you’d be the big spoon when you two cuddle 100% this boy may act all aloof, but he loves to be held and won’t hesitate to curl up next to you for a good nap.

❥ he wouldn’t realize it at first but deep down he’d get really competitive with you when it comes to gaming. you managing to get such a reaction from him would only make him fall harder for you tbh

❥ you’d be one of the few people that would make him genuinely smile due to your sarcastic and sassy nature, your flirty side would also constantly have him blushing, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like that about you.

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~ A/N: you didn’t really specify a fandom so I kind of went with the overall character I thought you’d match up the best with, I hope you don’t mind! ~

[mona-stay]

south side princess (part one) 

Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)

Story ~ It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right-hand man. You had known Fp your whole life. 

In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you were a year older then everyone else, after you were held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you were now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades were up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full makeover. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products than ever really needed. 

After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom .we're always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore,” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth. You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven-haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad. 

At home you're walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30 pm” you give a one-word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you weren’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through your room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty. In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument, you started to grab your school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.

It was nearly 11 pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive-in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. You gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out. “y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light, you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time of night? are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls, Princess,” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you were younger, Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both were with each other.

You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older than you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you shared with each other. “I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms He took his leather jacket off placing it around your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you were to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.

In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from badass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer, Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.

The next morning you went home waited for your mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess, not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace around your neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.  

You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school. 

At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you weren’t at the drive-in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class. 

All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you were in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, you spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seemed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing your bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he leaned against the truck.

“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally breaking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what you're talking about Jones” you sing-song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in. Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.

You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you either. The two others in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.

You let go of the man sidestepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green-eyed silver snake pendant from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick your drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is sweet pea and tall boy” he pointed introducing them to you sweet pea, the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.

Fp looks you up and down “she's our Southside Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blushed bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing your palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.