a touch from your real love is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil; and lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah, yeah. fuck.darlin', darlin', i fall to pieces when I'm with you, i fall to pieces. my cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, and all of my peaches are ruined
There’s not a single place here in Riverdale that rests in single. I can’t turn a corner without hearing fucking gossip it’s tiring. Anyway I’ve arrived. I’m Evangeline, it would be a pleasure, but I’m clearly annoyed.
❛ ┆ —— ‘ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ... ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀsᴋ? ’ full rose tinted lips pressed together as naz tried not to be off put by the blonde’s words, but she hated when people started with negativity - especially when she didn’t know them. ‘ i just asked if you had an appointment. i’m not the complaint department. ’ the brunette tapped the outrageously large pompom attached to a glitter pink pen against her cheek as she looked from the blonde to around the tattoo shop, hoping there was a point to this.
“Hey—-” Heather put on her best sweet-girl smile–one she had perfected over the years, the fakest thing she had ever done–as she approached the person just a few steps away from her, her laptop and a few books in her hands. “Could you point me to the Riverdale Register? It’s my first day and I’m totally lost.”
❛ ┆ —— ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ? ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? nazanin never favoured herself to be the SMARTEST girl, but she’d never thought herself to be stupid either. she hadn’t gone around her first day in town going ‘round asking every stranger for directions, so she couldn’t assume that was what the blonde was doing. maybe, however, she was wrong. ‘ no, i couldn’t. sorry. i’d suggest google maps perhaps? ’ her sense of direction was about as cohesive as her sense of fashion - which if anyone took a look at her outfits of choice, it’d ring as NOT VERY.
“Well, well, well, looks like I’m not the only person that got dragged back into town when Pop Tate passed. Although, I’d hardly say anything has changed since I’ve been gone. And what are you staring at? I’m human not some fucking doll for you to gawk at.”
❛ ┆ —— ɪɴsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ mix of displeasure and confusion at the redhead’s tone. tongue pressing to her lower cheek, the brunette cocked her head to the side and gave a strained smile. ‘ what are you even going on about? i’m not looking at much if you’re referencing yourself, but in GENERAL what i was looking at was everyone walking by. it’s called people watching. i’m waiting for school to get out. not trying to ogle you. i don’t even know you. ’
“ SO, i bounce my little self into victoria’s secret today, right? and this lady’s standing there, like any saleswoman does. i walk up and asked to get my bra size measured, since i haven’t shopped there in a while, and she looks right at my chest with this completely judgmental look and goes, ‘shouldn’t you be shopping somewhere a little more…your age?’“ starr burst out into a fit of laughter as the words left her mouth. she almost couldn’t believe that this conversation had actually happened. “i mean, i know that i look young, but damn. i didn’t know there was an age requirement for undergarments.”
❛ ┆ —— ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ continued in her story, naz couldn’t help but laugh at a few points that her friend brought up. finally, she couldn’t contain her hysterics and burst into a bout of giggles. ‘ FIRST OFF: everyone knows n o t to ask them to size you at vs. they’re nototoriously awful. secondly, you should have just told her that if she wanted to mother someone, she should go home to her own kids and just do what you asked. i can’t say i’ve ever had that issue because... well, look at me. ’
* bella hadid, demigirl, she/her, oc ━━ riverdale’s very own NAZANIN ALIYA MATTAR is now twenty five years old. they have lived in town for six months, but pop never forgot their regular ━ two strawberry milkshakes, cheeseburger with extra pickles, and a kid’s burger . you’ll likely find the receptionist hanging around harlequinn tattoo shop, probably checking her phone for texts from her daughter. their friends on the north side will tell you all about how they’re agog, vivacious and effervescent, but others might describe them as unforgiving or envious. oh well, no matter how you feel about naz, you can’t deny that they mind their own business and try to please everyone.
naz was born in dallas, texas and pretty much grew up the typical legacy child pageant girl. her family name was established two generations prior to her birth. her grandparents were immigrant and built their reputation from nothing. it wasn’t something that she took very seriously, being a legacy baby, but she liked to make her parents proud and giving them whatever she could meant that she got whatever she wanted in return.
she started doing pageants basically as soon as she was born. her mother looked at her as more of a doll than a daughter. all she wanted was to show her off, dress her up, and get everyone to recognise that her daughter was worth something past just being born into a wealthy family.
competition was something that always stressed naz out, but she did it because she won and she did it because it made her parents happy. there was really just a pattern of doing things to make her parents happy, but no matter what she did, their happiness never seemed to last. her parents marriage was crumbling and she was the only thing that held them together, but as she got older and her cut factor started to wear off, her mother’s attachment to her disappeared as well.
one day, her mother dropped her off at school and that was the last time that naz saw her. she felt like it was always too tragic to tell people, hating how it sounded like something out of a book or a cheesy movie where the heroin needed to learn how to love properly because she’d never felt real love from an absent parent.
if asked, she’d say she didn’t miss having a mother. she continued doing pageants until she was eighteen, she continued to win, and she had a close bond with her father for most of her life. he was her favourite person in the world and she wouldn’t do anything to disappoint him; asked for the same in return.
she wasn’t a wild party girl and she didn’t get into trouble. really she’s more of a homebody and she’s got a short temper, but she’s so eager to please people so it’s kind of a weird juxtaposition for her because half the time, she literally doesn’t care about anyone or anything and other times, if she finds some emotional connection with someone, she’s so desperate for them to like her that it’s literally pathetic.
if she likes you, she likes you. if she doesn’t like you and you say the wrong thing to her, her anger might get the best of her.
she had a daughter at age twenty and she’s called fatima. chances are naz won’t shut up about her.
she did exotic dancing for a few years, but mostly because she liked the way it made her feel. she wasn’t doing it because she’s down trodden, it was like doing pageants in a way to her, so she enjoys it and it gives her a sense of power over her body.
all lana del rey songs apply bc i’m tRASH
she loves memes and talking about nerdy shit like she’s a #1 star trek fan
she doesn’t always have the best social skills because she grew up mostly around people far older than her and didn’t really have any friends growing up
she’s super competitive
she definitely has a twang like if you guys have heard dakota johnson in el royale that is exactly what she sounds like voiceclaim af
i’d love any connections for her, but if they’re angsty, i will 100% love you forever !
