#ribbeca x reader

You were standing next to one of the tables. Sprout and Cosmo had prepared sweets for the spooky month party. You were trying the bat-shaped cookies; it was probably for you. There were four other ways for your team, you hadn't seen your friends for a long time, it felt empty when October was leaving, none of them liked it even though it was already a habit. Your thoughts faded when a hand landed on your shoulder.

— I was looking for you, bloodsucker — You knew who she was when you heard the nickname she gave you.

You turned to look at her — why do you, miss, need my presence? — you said, trying to be polite.

When she could see your face, she couldn't help but laugh — I think you need to clean your face — her laughter didn't stop

You turned your back on her, looking for a napkin on the table. You didn't notice her approaching you until she was right next to you.

— You can clean yourself with this — she offered you your own cloak while holding one of the corners. You were going to refuse it when she passed it over your face anyway.

You saw how the crumbs of some cookies remained on your cloak and you looked at Ribbeca — I cleaned it this morning — you said, shaking it.

— You can clean it all this month — there was no regret in her voice.

You looked at her for a moment before returning to the beginning of the conversation — why were you looking for me? — you asked, crossing your arms.

— Well, we're at a party — she stated the obvious.

— I know — you said while you waited for him to say something else.

I look at you with those white eyes — you know, at parties sometimes couples dance — she tried to insinuate something

— Yes, I think so, they usually do it with romantic music, but what does that have to do with anything? — You asked without knowing what it was you wanted.

Upon hearing what you said, she decided to be more direct. — Are you going to dance with me or not? — Her voice was demanding.

Your eyes met — Oh! Death wants to dance with me — You smiled, wanting to tease her a little more. — Well, of course I could dance, but only with someone who can give me "blood" — your smile widened as you fluttered your eyelashes. perhaps because deep down you knew you desired her.

She took your hand — she already knew, she'd gotten some ketchup a while ago — she put her hand in her pocket and when she took it out she started waving a small bag in front of your face — I have more and I'll give it to you if you dance with me — she said as she began to drag you towards the dance floor.

You tried to stay put — wait! I can't dance without proper music — You felt a little embarrassed having to dance in front of everyone.

— I've already planned it — came out of his mouth as, for some reason, the music changed.

You looked at her — damn, fine — you gave in and followed her, feeling a bit nervous.