READER IMAGINES [1]

Ron Stoppable x Reader

Please enjoy this scrap of a part two to my last Ron Stoppable imagine.

Key: (y/i) = your initials. 

Rb: TheUnknownQuestion

Dt: skyeworthington14 DangerousBlueEyes Rainbow2079

Word count: 2,349

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A long, spiky shriek echoes from down the school hallway and everyone turns to see what could possibly be happening, only to notice that Ron Stoppable is running away from one of the cheerleaders; her pom-pom in hand and ready to throw. He passes you by your locker, shouting, "Hey, (Y/n)!" before dashing down the stairs with the cheerleader hot on his heels.

For everyone else, their response is either to shake their head or ignore the commotion but you instead chuckle. Had it been any other week, you might have been worried for your best friend but knowing what is taking place this Friday night kept the humor alive. It was the week of the school dance and, by the looks of it, Ron was getting his third rejection.

When you make it downstairs, you just happen to see Ron getting hit by the cheerleader's pom-pom before she storms away. As you reach the last step, your best friend sees you and smiles awkwardly as he rubs the area he had just taken a beaten.

"I'm guessing that was a no?" You smile.

"You don't have to look so happy about it." Ron says, quickly checking his pockets to make sure that Rufus, his pet naked mole rat, was unharmed.

"I think I have every right to be. I was the one you were taking to the dance, remember?"

Ron lets out an awkward laugh that sounds between a groan and a wheeze. Placing your hand on his arm, you give him a soft, playful squeeze.

"It's fine, Ron. We already talked about this. You know I'm just messing with you."

"Yeah, right."

But to be completely honest, you had just lied to your best friend. It wasn't fine. Last year, after some convincing, Ron had taken you to the school dance and you had one of the best nights of your life. You and Ron had agreed that you would take each other to the dance the next year, which is now this Friday, but then a week before Ron had suddenly wanted to take someone else. And she definitely didn't want to go with him.

"You should really ask someone else, Ron." You say, walking with him to his next class.

"No way! She's just having fun with me, that's all. Right, Rufus?" Ron asks, and his pet naked mole rat salutes him, "She'll fall at my feet eventually. It's just a matter of time."

"Sure, Ron."

"What about you? I haven't heard you ask a single guy yet. Don't tell me that you're not going this year."

"No, I'm going. I'm just being selective."

"Oh, right."

"Serious! You never know, Ron. He might be right around the corner."

And just like that, as you turn the corner with your best friend you accidentally impact with another student. Whoever you just hit into was in a hurry, as the motion got you falling to the floor like a chopped tree.

"Woah, (Y/i)! You okay?" Ron asks.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!" Says the person responsible for your aching butt.