~ various character x reader

> Drop dead Fred - part 2

*Drop dead Fred

Pretty for a snot face

You just got back home after a long crazy day. You're glad Lizzy was able to open up to you about her imaginary friend. You would admit, it annoyed you that you couldn't see him. He seemed like a lot of fun.

Putting your belongings aside, you went into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

"Boo!" A voice shouts, causing you to drop your glass and scream in a panic.

"Woah!" You shout, squinting your eyes at the man in front of you. He dressed rather oddly and his hair looked like it hadn't been tamed, like fire and wild.

"How...how did you get in my house?" You question the strange man, still in shock you must add.

"It's me, Drop dead Fred," he says, pointing to his face as if it should have been obvious. You squint in confusion.

"But...how?"

Fred looks around just as confused as you and shrugs.

"Lizzy should be the only one that can see you," you say, slowly walking over to the man wearing the green suit.

"I can do anything. I'm drop dead Fred. I guess I'm more real than what a crazy imaginary friend is supposed to be like. But yeah, I'm supposed to be just inside Lizz's head, not visible to everyone else around." He says, scratching his head and looking around your home curiously.

"How can see you? I was with her not long ago...she was talking to you and i couldn't see you." You say as if trying to make sense of it in your head.

"You wished you could see me, remember. Ta da!" He smiles.

You laugh a little, trying to see the humour behind it and began studying the strange man more.

"Can i just say, loving the outfit choice," you said, admiring the fit he had on.

"Why thank you, luv!" He says in a British accent, doing a little bow and flourish.

"You're most definitely welcome, sir," you reply using the same British accent.

"I guess a girl like yourself can bring out the best in just about anyone." He winks, putting his hands in his pockets.

You squint at him. Was that his attempt at complimenting you? You have to admit, the way Lizzy described Fred to you, you thought he would have looked...well, uglier. But he was actually quite...attractive?

"What made you become an imaginary friend?" You asked genuinely curious.

"Like how does that happen?" You add.

"I didn't choose to become one, really. There was a magical accident that occurred that created me, but I'm very happy to have been created to be honest!" He smiles.

"I mean, it got boring before I even existed. It was just pitch black darkness with nothing around and nothing to do. At least as an imaginary friend I can interact with people in their world," He adds, shrugging again with his hands still snug in his pockets.

"And might I add what an honor that you think I'm attractive," he smirks making your face burn up. You didn't say that out loud...did you?

"I never said that...did I?" you panic feeling slightly embarrassed. Maybe he can get in your head? That would make sense.

"I'm like a figure of your imagination. I can hear your thoughts. Don't say things or in this case think it unless you mean it," he laughs.