plantlungs

[plantlungs]

Can I request Timothee x Jenner!reader when the paparazzi caught them making out and several pictures and articles were posted on social media the day after and the fans are just freaking out and celebrating?

drunk & in love

pairing: timothee chalamet x jenner!reader

a/n: i think this is my longest fic :D

warning(s): alcohol, being drunk, stuff like that

summary:

he loves everything about, and he wishes he could just show you off to the world, say that you're his in public. but your managers insisted on keeping the relationship secret until you were sure you loved each other. it had been around six or seven months, and you had yet to fail. there was the occasional rumors, but otherwise you two were doing good. until now.

the club was dingy, sure. but it had enough liquor to get the two of you drunk. drunk enough that your minds weren’t exactly working straight. the walls were plastered with posters for older concerts, the lights were dim and red. a few surfaces were dusty, you found out when the two of you went to get your first round of drinks. but right now there was a mass amount of alcohol in your body that you had forgotten all the rules.

one of those rules being, don’t make out with your boyfriend in public, the other being, don’t get too drunk you idiot.

right now, you and timothee were on the dance floor, bodies close enough to make a scene if anyone could see your faces. but the lights made it too dark to notice people’s features unless you were inches away from their face.

timothee’s hands rested on your waist, his thumbs rubbing the exposed skin there. he pressed kisses on your neck, your head tilted back onto his shoulder to give him more room to work with. you mouthed along to the lyrics of stargirl interlude that was being blasted from speakers hung on the wall.

“god you’re gorgeous.” are the first words to leave his mouth in minutes, the two of you too busy to talk and if you did the words were too hard to hear. but he whispered right into your ear, and smirked when he felt the heat creeping up your neck when he placed another kiss there. he loves the way he can make you putty under his touch, the way your face heats when he makes a comment about your beauty. god, your beauty. he loves everything about, and he wishes he could just show you off to the world, say that you're his in public. but your managers insisted on keeping the relationship secret until you were sure you loved each other. it had been around six or seven months, and you had yet to fail. there was the occasional rumors, but otherwise you two were doing good. until now.

the two of you were lucky no one noticed you. if they did, you’d have to have a long talk with your managers. usually, you wouldn’t go out in public together but today was different. it was your six month anniversary. the day started with you heading over to timothee’s apartment. there, the two of you sat on his couch, watching movies for a solid seven hours. then you decided on going out. timothee had picked a divey bar, one where no paparazzi would ever think of going to. it’s name was ironic. the ballroom, it was called.

you started with three rounds of shots, a martini or two, then back to shots. the tab had been paid, and then you ended up on the dance floor. it wasn’t dancing, it was really more grinding. there wasn’t enough space to do actual dancing, or even sway to the music, there were too many people on the dance floor.

“let’s get out of here.” timothee murmured into your ear, his voice husky. you nodded, and allowed him to take your hand and pull you from the crowd. you stumbled out into the night, giggling at the risk the two of you were taking. you looked at each other and grinned, another giggle slipping past your lips before timothee leaned in and kissed you. the kisses you shared were sloppy, and tired.

you were backed into a sign, and timothee whispered “jump.” he caught you by the thighs and held you against the pole of the sign. as you kissed, the metal dug into your back but you were too entranced in his lips to feel even a little bit of pain. your arms were wrapped around his neck to hold you close, and his fingers rubbed circles onto your clothed thighs. the shutter and a flash of a camera seemed to sober the two of you up. you looked at each other with wide eyes before giggling.

you woke up and groaned, you head throbbing in pain. your vision was blurry. you blinked a few times to adjust to the light coming through the windows of your bedroom. wait, no. this was timothee’s bedroom. you realized as you noticed the difference between the bed sheets. his musk was surrounding you, the smell of vanilla coming from a lit candle, and the scent of cologne wrapped in the white bed sheets.

you looked over to your right to see your boyfriend, shirtless and leaning against the backboard of the bed. he was scrolling through his phone, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. you moved around in the bed until you were closer to him, and laid your head in his lap.

he looked down at you and smiled using his free hand to run his hand over your hair. you sighed in warmth and in content, closing your eyes in pleasure.

“we made the news.” timothee’s voice rang, and you groaned at the sound. you lifted your head up in confusion and he showed you his phone. it was an article from E!

Timothee Chalamet and Y/n Jenner seen making out, outside of “The Ballroom” in NYC. Now fans are wondering was this a one time thing, or are these two for real?

you laughed at the small passage, and gave timothee a small kiss on the cheek. “we might as well tell them right?” you wondered.

“yeah, we can. i talked to our managers and they’re fine with it.” he smiled, pecking your lips. you grabbed your phone from nightstand to your left and opened instagram. you scrolled through your camera roll, and picked an image of timothee from around the first month you were dating. it was taking in your apartment, and the two of you had been playfully fighting the whole day.

y/n.jenner: 💗

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user1: OMG ITS REAL

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user2: OMG OMG OMG |

tchalamet: 💗💗

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user3: AHHHH

#this is vvvvv cute

[plantlungs]

it’s always been you

summary: you and cassie had been hooking up for some time and you eventually had fallen in love with the blond but when you come to find out she’s been fucking her best friend’s ex boyfriend behind your back, your feelings for her have changed. maddy comes along to comfort you but what happens when it turns into something more? and what happens when cassie finds out?

pairings: cassie howard x reader , maddy perez x reader

warnings: smut.

a/n: this was a request, i really hope you like it. @tremendouscoffeeprincess

it was only supposed to be a fling.

a soft small kiss to her inner thigh made her spread her legs wider, inviting you to take a taste, and when you take your fingers to spread her wet folds open, the blond couldn’t help herself but reach down and tangle her fingers within your hair, waiting for your next move.

you look up at her for a split second and saw how gorgeous she looked. she had her shirt bunched up under her chin, breasts at display, chest moving up and down from breathing too hard, her bottom lip tug under her teeth, and skin blushing pink. you slowly lean down while never breaking eye contact and your tongue makes contact with her clit, and then she reacts; her brows pull up together in pleasure and her mouth drops open.

“oh f-fuck.” she moaned loudly and she was gripping the sheets, toes curling, tossing and turning as you give her head — she was in heaven and you knew by her fingers tugging at your hair, she would rather be here than anywhere else.

you then unexpectedly, thrust in two fingers causing her to gasp and quickly grab ahold of your wrist and keep you from doing anything else. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m-i’m very sensitive righ-right now.” she whispers, her bottom lip trembling. you move up so your face is near hers and raise your other hand and cup her cheek, feeling her soft skin under your palm.

“i’ll start slow?” you suggest to her, your eyes searching hers and when she nods, you start to slowly thrust your two fingers inside her, feeling how soak she is, and when she starts moaning again, her open mouth brushing your cheek, you whisper near her ear, “you’re so wet for me.”

that being said, you pull back to watch her face as you began to pick up the pace and while you did, her juices were running down your hand and you thought it was so hot that you could hear how wet she was — which might you add, was very much, you couldn’t believe someone could get this wet.

you could tell she was getting close with the way she kept grinding down hard on your fingers and then without a word, you lean down and use the hand that was on her cheek to grope one of her breasts and suck on it. with that, it lead to her hugging you close, her open mouth press hard against your head and moaning out, “i-i’m c-coming, im coming!” then it happens. you watch her freeze up, her back arching, hands gripping tightly at the sheets, jaw dropped open and she slowly shudders. “fu-fuckkk…” she cries silently.

after a few minutes of silence, you start to get up and move yourself off her and proceed to put your clothes back on but a hand on your wrist stops you. looking back at her, cassie’s crystals blue eyes begged for you to stay and hold her, they always did.

“please? just this one time.” you always decline because you were always so fucking scared of the idea of giving yourself to someone and trusting them enough that they would never break your heart. you knew it was just cuddling but your heart said otherwise.

you laid your head on her chest and got comfortable. listening to her heartbeat, her fingers run through your hair and for a moment, just for a moment, everything felt okay. you didn’t think about anything other than cassie.

she’s paradise.

•••

until she’s not.

“-and did you know about this?” maddy then spins around to look at you, fire in her eyes but the fire slowly went out when she saw the tears in your eyes. maddy was still angry, of course, but she’s confused now with the way you were staring at cassie, with such a hurt look.

instead of responding, you give cassie one last look and turn around, leaving the house, leaving everyone around confused, and cassie? she stood there looking guilty as ever.

later, you found yourself at the park. you were sitting on a bench and staring at nothing. if anyone looked at you, you would seem to be enjoying the view or the peacefulness of it all but inside that head of yours, millions of thoughts were scattered everywhere and you couldn’t help but picked at these thoughts and fall very deep, meaning, overthinking and hurting yourself more than you already were.

“hey.” you look up and squint your eyes, and see maddy. you arch a brow at her and she stares at you for a moment, and then sighs, joining the bench right next to you. “are you okay?”

you give her a confuse look, “aren’t i supposed to be asking you that?”

she chuckles, “yeah but you look way more fucked up than i do. so, what’s wrong?”

you bit your bottom lip and looked away from her, your eyes beginning to water again when those thoughts appeared again. should you just tell her?

“look, you don’t have to tell me anything-”

“i want to.” you cut her off, surprising her.

“okay.” she nods and waits, her eyes never leaving your face.

taking a deep breathe, you tell her, “cassie and i have been hooking up for the past few months.” now, you expect her to look shock or at least something close to that but she just stares, waiting for you to continue. “i was never supposed to fall for her and i didn’t plan on it but over the months, she just started to be more affectionate than before and i assume maybe she could like me back but, you know.”

“fuck her.” is the first thing maddy says and then goes on with, “she doesn’t know what she’s missing on.” she pushes her arm against you making you shrug, “look, i know you and i never really know each other that well but i kind of figured something was going on but i didn’t want to believe until i saw it.”

“you believe it now?”

“yeah and im sorry that bitch did that to you.”

“me too, i mean, with the-you know.”

she laughs softly and nods, “yeah, i know what you mean.”

it was the first time you ever heard maddy laugh like that and it felt weird because you felt something deep within you trying to spark, like a lighter. you didn’t know what it meant exactly but fear was creeping up.

“i should probably head home now.” you blurt out and stood up fast, your cheeks feeling red. what the fuck is this? you thought, as you awkwardly avoided her eyes.

“wait what?” she caught your hand before you could leave. “let me drive you home.”

you bite your cheek, being indecisive, and then finally nodded when maddy tilts her head to the side, waiting for your answer.

she looks cute, you thought, wait, hold up-

you were leaning your head against the window as she drove you home. it was quiet between you and her, and it would’ve been awkward but for some oddly reason, it didn’t. it felt just right and part of you didn’t wanna leave her side.

giving her a sneaky glance, you watch how focus she was on the road but her nails were digging into the wheel. you frown, without even thinking, you reach over and grab that hand, intertwining your fingers together. maddy doesn’t say anything while this is happening because she doesn’t know what to say.

you got her speechless.

“cant have you driving and being angry at the same time.” you squeeze her warm hand and hold it in your lap.

“i-okay.” she eyes the hands in your lap before turning her attention back on the road.

you didn’t know what it was and you didn’t know how it happened but once she arrived at your house, you still hadn’t let go of her hand. you know she’s waiting for you to let go but when you look over at her and saw her already staring at you with this look, you couldn’t help but reach over to cup her face and kiss her softly on her lips.

she lets out a small noise when you do and you immediately pull back apologizing, “shit, im sorry. i-i don’t know-never mind, um, thanks for the ride maddy.” you quickly get out of the car and fast-walk to your front door, opening it and then shutting it.

what the fuck did you just do?

•••

the next day, you were walking the halls of east highland high school. you woken up that morning feeling like shit but you were also scared as fuck of maddy and what she was going to do or say. you avoided maddy at all costs. however, that plan did not end well. because as soon as you were about to step into class, a hand on your wrist stops you.

looking back, you see maddy standing there and your whole body freezes.

“we need to talk.”

next thing you know, you’re inside a storage room with her. you stood there awkwardly, shifting to one foot to the another until you couldn’t bare the silence anymore. “what did you need to talk about?”

she chuckles, shaking her head at me, “you know damn well what i want to talk about.”

“i really am sorry about that. i-i don’t know what came over me, you know?” you rushed out, your face feeling warm.

“hm.” was all you got and that made you wanna die.

“maddy…”

“kiss me again.”

your eyes instantly meet hers, wide and confused.

“say what?”

maddy rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around your neck, and pull you close as she can. your heart is pounding hard and you think you’re going to pass out because of how close she is and how she’s press up against you. “i want you to kiss me again.” she whispers, her breath hitting your lips.

your breath hitches — then you lean down to kiss her but you pause when your lips barley touch hers and you stare into those brown eyes, making sure to see if it was truly okay to. her eyelids were low, as of yours and when she tried to lean in, you pulled back a little, your eyes still roaming her face and when you kiss the corner of her lips instead, you didn’t expect for her to smile at that.

“i love this and all but kiss me already.”

so you did.

kissing her felt so good that you had her up against the storage wall and when she tried pulling away to breathe, you pulled her back in with an open mouth kiss, your tongue slipping with hers. moaning against you, maddy seem to not hold herself back because she says all breathy, “touch me.”

you swallow hard as you slowly rose her dress up her thigh, your hand finds it’s way inside her underwear and when the pad of your finger slowly slides between the slit of her pussy and you feel how wet she is, you tell her, “spread your legs a little wider for me.”

she gasps softly near your ear, her legs proceeding to open a little wider, just for you, like you ask.

“good girl.” you can’t help but smirk and surprise her when the pad of your finger starts to slowly put pressure on her clit, rubbing it around in circles.

“fuckkkk…” she moans loudly and you’re quick to lean forward and kiss her. she starts to moan into your mouth as you continue but when you go a little faster, putting a little bit more pressure, her hips began to follow your hand. “i-i need more.” she pants, her brows furrowed.

you never seen her like this, desperate and out of control. you wish you could stare at her like this a little longer but unfortunately you can’t stay in this storage room forever.

“what do you need, baby?” it slips from your mouth and it gets maddy all red and shy. “come on, tell me.” you kiss her cheek and then her jaw, “ill give it all to you.”

“i need your fingers inside me, please.” she begs quietly, her eyes looking up at you in such a way that it made you feel like this was a dream and you would wake up.

when your fingers found their way inside maddy’s dripping pussy, you started off with a slow pace and moans filled the small closet. you tried to keep her quiet with your mouth or your hand but when you started to fuck her harder, maddy couldn’t seem to handle being quiet.

“oh fuck!” the brown eyed girl cried loudly when you suddenly slap her pussy, the palm of your hand hitting at her clit. it wasn’t like you meant for her to be loud but fuck, she sounded so good. you do it a few times and when you hit her harder on the last slap, she buries her face into your neck and unexpectedly squirts all over your hand. “o-oh f-fu-fuck.”

her whole body uncontrollably shakes in your hold and you cannot believe she came like that and that any of this would ever happen but when she settles down a few minutes later with her face still bury and holding you tight against her, you ask, “i thought it was just a kiss?”

she laughs into your shoulder and then pulls back to look at you, “shut up.”

you smile at the sound of her laugh and kiss her nose, “should we show those motherfuckers what they’ll be missing on?”

“oh baby, you totally are the one for me.”

when you both stumble out of closet, giggling and fixing each other up, you both don’t notice cassie stepping out of a classroom and then finding the both of you. she watches as you lean down and kiss maddy, and then maddy smiling into the kiss.

“what the fuck?”

#I'M SCREAMING #I'M SO GAY #FUCK

[plantlungs]

“close as strangers.”

slightly based on the song by five seconds of summer.

Description — your soft spoken and flirtatious friend timothee watches as your co-star gets into his territory.

Warnings — (she/her) reader written as y/n, but (she/her) pronouns aren’t used, so should be interchangeable. chris evans x reader for a moment. self doubt. jealousy. playing with ones feelings. hatred directed towards characters. sexual themes & talk. angsty ending. ! ! ! eighteen plus, minors do not interact.

Authors Note — might write a happy chapter two to this if enough people want it, but it’s a rainy day and me and my best friend decided this chapter would be best angsty.

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The hotel lobby was where the two of you were stretched out, Timothee’s long legs dangling off the side of the couch arm. Your body was placed perfectly in between him, barely meeting his feet at the end. His fingers were tangled in your hair, trying desperately to cling to the last moments you’d have together, at least for the next couple of weeks.

Usually it was him hopping on a plane cross country. This time you were the one leaving him behind; and that’s when his anxiety began to kick. The two of you were peas in a pod. Both of your managers laughed at how attached to the hip you were. If you weren’t lying in Timothee’s lap, his head rested in yours. Constant flirting, hand holding, cuddles and soft kisses; the two of you weren’t more than friends according to your conversations with the outside world, neither of you wanting to admit just how much feelings were behind each and every act of adoration. 

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#um?????? #amazing i love it #also lmao when timmy said he hadn’t heard anything bad about chris evans i was like #oh he doesn’t know about the sex dungeon?? #but anyway #i’d love a part two if u can think of one #bc like either drama or happy idc it’d be amazing either way

[plantlungs]

─ a little death.

request: can you write something about hate fucking elliot? ily.

pairing: elliot x f!reader.

warnings: unprotected sex (not really tho). oral sex (f and m receiving). smut in general.

word count: 1,484.

A/N: requested by @fezcossidepiece but i deleted the original post on accident lmao, anyways ily and i hope you like it<3, not proofread.

you slammed the door heavily on elliot’s face, not even caring that you were at his house, anger drowning the rest of your feelings.

you have been friends with rue since you have memory; her, lexi and you being a remarkable trio ever since pre-school, and you never thought about doing something like elliot did.

you heard how he opened the door roughly, almost breaking the fragile wood, you listened to his fast steps getting closer to you, he was angry too, but he just didn’t seem to understand why you were so pissed off.

“i don’t understand why you’re so angry y/n” he said almost laughing, trying to get closer to you, but your body kept walking back, not wanting to be close to him in any way.

“it’s not like it even bothers you that i told her mom” he continued, bluffing at you, cigarette in hand while he walked back and forth through the small room, waiting for you to respond.

his attitude made you snap, completely, all the words you tried to keep to yourself fell from your mouth, not even trying to stop yourself.

“oh my god elliot, shut the fuck up!” you shouted, prolonging the ‘u’, annoyment clear on your tone. “you had no right to do what you did. why did you even do it, huh?” you continued, but words couldn’t stop drowning your mouth.

“you are a fucking addict yourself, do you see your friends telling your family?” you got closer to him, the word friends being marked with false quotation marks with your index and middle finger. “you are an hypocrite and a fucking cunt, rue had every right to tell you everything she said” you finished.

“this is all your fault, if you hadn’t introduced her to me nothing of this would’ve happened” he replied, making you laugh at his stupidity.

“oh, i’m sorry, my bad. was i the one who ruined her life, embarrassed her in front of jules and her sister? fuck elliot, if you wanted to help her, couldn’t you just tell her mom? alone?” you shouted, your throat hurting from how much you were screaming at him.

you got so close to him that you and elliot were almost nose to nose, you were so angry, elliot could almost feel it radiating off you, he was angry too, his frown delating it; the two of you were waiting to see who would lose it first.

you were about to continue your monologue, but elliot placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to him, and suddenly you were kissing him, his tongue in your mouth, and his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

in less than a second you changed the position, pushing his body to the bed, his body falling harshly on the mattress, you crawled up onto the bed and moved closer to him, your legs straddling around his waist.

impatiently you pulled elliot’s shirt up and over his head, and let it fall to the ground, he slid his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, fumbling with the button and zipper on your pants, you smirked up at him, starting to move your hips in eight figures. “you are all bark and no bite, princess” elliot said smirking before letting out a quiet groan as his hips met yours.

“and you are a fucking coward” you laughed, pressing your palm up against the growing outline in his jeans, his grip around your hips tightened slightly when you began undoing the button. “not being able to go by yourself, but asking me to go with you, so you wouldn’t be so scared” you smirked at him, feeling how his dick got even harder at your degradation.

you pulled his jeans down and took him in your hand, “i hate you, so, so much” your voice was low, barely audible your thumb tracing circles over his sensitive tip and covering it in precum. “that tonight i’m gonna fuck you so good” your hand moved up and down on his dick, a smile curling on your lips at the pitiful whimpers he made, thrusting into your hand, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet. “and then i’m gonna leave you here, and never give it to you again”

elliot’s breathing hitched as you got down on your knees, licking your lips as you prepared to take him in your mouth. “and you’ll wish that every girl you fuck was me” he grunted, hips stuttering as you enveloped him in your warm mouth, he ran one hand through your hair, pulling your hair tightly, but not once did he push you to take more of him.

you cupped his balls on your free hand, taking him further into your mouth, gagging on his length, but suddenly he pushed you off of him, his hand on your hair pulling it so roughly it almost made you cry.

he pushed your body to the mattress, dragging your legs to the end of the bed, positioning himself in between them, he kissed your thighs before he buried his face on your soaking slit, his left hand sliding up your body and grabbing onto one of your tits, he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

elliot wasn’t being delicate, his tongue moved perfectly against your clit, licking, sucking, and flicking back and forth until he felt your legs start shaking over his shoulders, his fingers traced your clit, keeping a quick pace, somehow able to tell that you were nearing the edge, almost catching your release.

almost.

“what the-“ he didn’t let you finish before he started talking.

“beg for me, c’mon, be a good girl and beg for me.” he said, he could see the desperation on your face, it almost made him feel bad, you frowned and rolled your eyes, you would never let him get away with it, so you pushed his body off you and stood up.

you placed your hands against his chest and began pushing him, slowly, backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he was forced to sit, allowing you to climb onto his lap. “i don’t beg, handsome” elliot’s facial expression shifted - he was turned on before, but this, this was different. elliot placed his hands on your hips, helping you along. he held back a moan as he watched you use him to get yourself off.

you felt the knot in your stomach beginning to come undone and began moving faster and faster, anxiously approaching your release, but once again, his voice interrupted you.

“you are not even close to hating me, pretty” he said. elliot’s words pushed you to the edge.

“shut the fuck up” you hissed.

“you can’t hate me because you love the way i make you feel, not even needing my mouth or my dick to make you come.” he continued.

“shut up” you said while placing one of your hands on top of his mouth to stop him from talking, and before another word could left his filthy mouth, you positioned yourself completely on top of his dick, pushing yourself down, sitting completely on his dick.

you moved your hips roughly, fast, trying to get you to come, the idea of him reaching his orgasm not even reaching your mind, focusing on you and only you.

he tried to talk, but his word got muffled by your hand, you thanked god for that, your hips never stopped moving, elliot moved one of his hands and brought it to one of your tits, squeezing it and pinching the nub with his fingers.

that was your undoing, you came, loudly, all over his dick, your body slumped tiredly against his chest, but almost immediately, you pushed yourself off of him and began gathering your clothes and getting dressed in silence, already feeling your annoyance at elliot returning as he just sat there and watched you. “what are you looking at? put your clothes on” you scoffed.

“okay” he said calmly, he didn’t sound angry or disgusted, his response was monotonous, not letting you understand how he felt, but you didn’t care either.

when you ended dressing yourself you turned to look at him. “this won’t happen again” you said, walking past elliot and leaving his room, almost immediately he heard the front door close.

“never again” he said to himself, but he couldn’t help to keep remembering the words you told him earlier, every single one of them being true, making him want to go and follow you so he could apologize, but he was to stubborn to even think about it.

#oh my god #i love this holy shit

[plantlungs]

━━ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾́𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾́𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍? 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽.

you had always hated that boy. everything about him made you bubble with rage inside. the snide comments, the constant put downs and the constant shadowing. but what annoyed you the most was that you were always mistaken for a couple.

lately he had been causing more hardship than usual for you yet he still managed to be the most likeable person on the planet at the same time. at times he could be understanding and kind to say nonetheless but then the next.....a dick.

he had once again dragged you to a party that would lead to a morbid hangover in the morning.from where you sat, beside the pool you got an excellent view of his attempts to score himself a women.

you chuckle as he suffers another rejection. he notices you watching from your lookout and sticks his finger up at you before taking a puff of his cigarette.

the music blared through the numerous speakers layered around the patio nearly deafening you with the increased volume. once again, maybe the fifth time that night, your eyes falter to the time on your phone screen. an exasperated sigh leaves your lips when you see it is still only early hours.

"you okay?"asks a voice from behind you. turning around you see a man who was pulling a chair up beside you. he held a drink in his hand which he gave to you before sitting down on the fold chair.

"yeah just bored i guess" you mumble not wanting to share your issues with a complete stranger. he nods acting out his concern. "you here with anyone?"he asks yet another question. your eyes sneak over to timmy who just at that moment had smashed his lips against a woman's. "nope" you say prouncing the 'p' with much enounciation.

"is that so?" he says as he shifts forward in his sit and his hand begins to finger the cloth of your dress. your heart begins to race but not in a good way. "you wanna get out of here?". this time it seemed more of a demand rather than an enquiry. you took a gulp and watched as the man forceably took you by the wrist and pulled you from the seat. in that moment you frantically looked around for timmy as you didn't want to make a scene. no sign.

just as you turned your head there was a sound of a fist colliding with another and your hand was free. the man met the ground with a crash as he fell into the pool. timothée stood ridged with a bloody fist, his breath ragged. he turns to look at you with a sullen expression as his actions had drawn quite a crowd. the man swam to the surface and got out of the pool, water dripping from his clothing. timmy took a step back as he noticed his anger. a crowd had now gathered around the two and you felt opposed to the whole situation although you had been the one to cause it.

everyone watches as you push your way into the crowd to pull timmy away. he shouldn't have to fight your fights. and you couldn't understand why he would want to.

"let's go timothée" you say as you pull his hand, not wanting to stay here any longer. "not until this bastard gets what he deserves" he says through gritted teeth.

the man smirks at you two. "im not finished with you yet don't worry ". that was it. the sentence that broke timmy from his stand still. he begins to walk off with you following. "fuck you mate fuck you !" he shouts before pushing his way past the picket fence to the car.

"are you okay?"he asks as he holds one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the cigarette held in his mouth. you squint at the boy wondering since when did he care about your wellbeing? "i'm fine" you say as you wrap your arms around your body. he takes a glance at you when the light turns red at the crossroads. the fluorescent shone upon you in such a way that showed your vunerability.

"i'm sorry" he whispers as he turns back to face the road. you turn to look at him before scoffing at his words. "what?"he asks as though he forgot that he just apologized for.

"what exactly are you sorry for?"you ask as your mind remembers all the shitty things he had done.

the light still remained red as he spoke his words. "i'm sorry for....."he hesitates as he looks down at your lips before back up to your crystal eyes. "......not doing this". he moves closer to you and places his lips upon yours. your first instinct was to pull away but the kiss he gave just made you want more.

as the light flashed green there was a horn beeped from behind as the car remained in a stationary state. timmy chuckles through the kiss whilst you smile. you both pull back and he moves the car forward. there is silence for a moment before timmy moves his free hand to your thigh. that's when you are certain that the kiss was most certainly not a hoax.

#holy shit #this is so fucking good and so fucking cool #oh my god #gonna dream about this tonight #thank u so much for writing this #like u are a genius and a phenomenal writer #🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[plantlungs]

Politics and Violence- Part 1

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Fezco was protective brother, more so than most. But given the state of his job that him and their other brother, Ashtray, run, who could blame her. They had a rocky history as a family between their grandmother falling ill, childhood trauma and the world of drugs. This takes place right at New Years, the night of the inevitable fight between Nate Jacobs and the readers brother, Fezco. That night, she meets Elliot in the laundry room of the bustling house, the pair kicking it off and exchanging phone numbers.

Song: "Rich Girl" by Daryl Hall and John Oates

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Heavy talk of drugs, violence, swearing, mentions of sex.

A/n: It's finally here! I'm so excited to share it with you guys and I hope you all know that I love you ENDLESSLY.

My older brother would tell you that my biggest fault was the fact that I was ‘too trusting’ and that it would eventually be my downfall.

I had always tried to see the best in people. Like the bad people that would show up on the seven o’clock news and the villains in my favorite stories. They had something about me that excited me, a deepness, a story, a reason for their actions. Even the darkest of people had a reason, an explanation, for why they were the way that they were. Even mine and my brother's abusive, narcissistic father. He never wanted kids, he didn’t intend to get my mother pregnant, so his plan was to make our lives miserable for making his life miserable. Granted, I knew it wasn’t exactly our fault but I could still see that humanity in him. Even when he would go too far.

I would stretch myself too thin for those around me, going above and beyond to help the people who didn’t deserve it- deserve me. I never realized, until I was older, that I didn’t owe anyone anything. I just always wanted people to give me the benefit of the doubt if the time came about. So I gave the people around me the benefit of the doubt, even when they didn’t deserve it. Especially when they didn’t deserve it.

My younger brother would tell you that my trust is what makes me likable. It was always something that comforted him, that he knew, no matter what he did or how he acted, he could trust that I would always love him. I was painfully aware that my trusting nature could potentially get me in some trouble.

I would consider myself a nice person, maybe too nice of a person to those around me. I wasn’t gullible or innocent by any means, knowing my worth and that I had the ability to knock someone out if I wanted to. I was brought up with the knowledge that I needed to watch my back 24/7 and that I had to be careful when it came to any positive emotion that I could ever feel. I tried to be careful and maybe it was because of my upbringing, but I couldn’t not depend on people that showed me the slightest ounce of care. I’ve gotten my heart broken a few times because of it, lost a few friends along the way, even gotten into huge fights with my eldest brother because of my trusting behavior. But I wanted my little brother to know that, though we were taught one thing, it was okay to be different. That it was okay to let someone in, to open up and share things about yourself.

The two of them were very bad at that.

Fezco and I were always close.

We were only a year apart in age, our birthdays falling on the exact same day. He had protected me since we were young, never letting our father beat up on me but to choose him instead. He’s always been my rock, the light at the end of the tunnel, my best friend. He was a difficult person to deal with, especially when we were in middle school. He refused to talk, he was impossible to communicate your feelings to, but I couldn’t ask for a better friend and brother. He always took care of me, made sure I had anything and everything that I needed and he watched over me and our youngest brother when other people had let us down.

He’s saved my life on multiple occasions.

When we moved in with our grandmother, I was more than excited. She was spunky, had a massive ego and this attitude that would rock men to their core. She never really settled down after divorcing our grandfather, always referring to him as a ‘sick son of a bitch’. I was excited to be out of our old house, finally safe, sound and happy. We finally had someone to show us the ropes, though they were a bit rocky. She wasn’t the best role model I guess, the police banging on our doors and heavy drugs that were shared being normal things in her life- in our life. We just grew up with it. It wasn’t this taboo thing that we strayed away from and we both were damn good at learning. Fez went as far as dropping out of school to help her, deciding it was more for him than learning equations. Him and I differed in that sense, I continued all the way through school and into high school. Fez and I were both very involved in her drug runs, being her little sidekicks. I loved when she would refer to us as that, the shocked looks that we would get would always make me giggle with pride. No one fucked with us while we were with her, their eyes nervous as Fez and I would dump the drugs out onto the table in front of them.

When Ashtray first came around, I was so stoked. He was this perfect, little baby that I could take with me wherever I went, dressing him up and taking care of him like he was my kid. It wasn’t that far off, he pretty much did whatever I said and he would just follow me aimlessly. I wanted him to feel loved and cared for, even though he probably didn’t even realize what his short life had become yet. But it was hard to not feel terrible, especially when my gram explained that his mom wouldn’t be coming back for him. It broke my preteen heart into pieces to see the infant cry, crying out for anyone to care or love him.

But I did. I loved him more than anything in the whole wide world and I knew that Fez was adamant on protecting the both of us from that day on.

We were both lucky to have Fez because one day, our gram just stopped. I know that Fez holds onto copious amounts of guilt regarding that day. I don’t remember much about her going to the hospital or her coming home. I don’t remember anything of what the doctors told my brother, just that she most likely wasn’t coming back and that we would just have to wait and see. All I knew was that one day she was this spit fire soul and the next day she was comatosed, silent, and none the wiser to my tears. I lost the only woman in my life, the only person who had ever taken care of me other than Fez. Ash wasn’t that old, but he was old enough to understand what was going on. After that, everything then fell on Fez and I; her work in the drug world, grocery shopping, bills, taking care of Ash- It was all on us.

We did good for ourselves, Fez and I taking care of gram as much as we could, getting her the things she needed to be okay. It seemed like we were just preventing the inevitable but I knew that Fez was the one who couldn’t give her up, hoping she would come back to it one day. Ash grew up to become a good kid, rough around the edges and kind of homicidal but, kids, am I right? He turned into a mini Fez, his hair, the tats, his violence and words. He slipped right into the world of drugs with no problem, him becoming even more fearsome than Fez was at his age. I was proud of him. With everything that happened to him, he had every reason to turn out a little fucked up. But instead he was loyal, strong, fierce, and fuck did he protect the hell out of Fez and I.

We were a family, even though we were a bit dysfunctional most of the time. We argued a lot over how we should handle our business so eventually I took a step back, letting the boys take over. I would help them with the behind the scenes stuff, counting bills and pills as they told me about their newest deal or business partner. Ash would always be so excited just to come home to tell me about all that he did, his cheeks red and eyes wide in excitement. It’s one of my favorite times with the boy, seeing him giddy and happy reminded me that he was still a kid. Fez was more of the reserved one, not really sharing much about his day to day life outside of our home and drug dealing life. He had changed over the years, more stoic and quiet now than he used to be and I would be dumb to say that I didn’t miss his old self. The self that would’ve stayed up all night eating candy with me while watching movies.

“Yo, sis, you comin’?” Fez asks, holding his hand out to help me out of the car. Snapping out of my thoughts, I slip out of the car, Fez’s hand pushing the door shut behind me. Ash hops his way into the booming house in front of us, a smile on my face at his excitement. He always liked big parties like this. Between the attention and the money he would bring in, he was like a kid in a candy shop. Fez and I on the other hand weren't the biggest fans of these types of parties. They were just too much and I had graduated last year, officially moving up in the world, I had grown out of these types of parties. Fez just came for the money and the drugs, a blunt already hanging from his lips as he leads me through the crowds. He knew I got easily swarmed with anxiety in situations like this, needing to stay close to him out of fear that I would be swept away.

These high schoolers were a different fucking breed with the amount of drugs they did, sex they had, and liquor they sipped. My grandma would’ve liked what teens turned into, their chaotic energy would’ve made her proud.

“You wanna hit?” Fez asks, his nimble fingers handing me the blunt as I let out a brief sigh of relief, taking it gratefully. He just laughs sheepishly and knowing at my nerves, his eyes scanning over the crowd.

I knew from this morning, his angry huffs being heard as he sat at the table, that this party had him on edge. With the recent issues that he had been having with one of the jocks that attends the local high school, I suspected that he would get into trouble tonight. He was loyal to his friends, especially Rue, taking care of the girl like he did me. He would rather die than let someone he loves be harassed and mocked by a punk.

But sometimes I wished he would just keep his head down and mouth shut.

My mind spins from the drug as I relax into the couch a bit, my eyes spotting some of Fez’s friends in the crowd. I didn’t have many people that I would consider friends, most of them being Fez’s friend like Rue. For as much shit Fez talks about my ability to trust too easily, you’d think that I would have way more friends than I really do. You’d think that I would be out there, handing my soul to anyone who would hear my sob story and that I would have millions of people swarmed around me. I’m the most introverted out of my family, keeping my head down and my nose out of other people's business. Fez, though quiet and stealthy, has always been the opposite.

The booming music makes me uneasy as my head spins, my stomach swirling uncomfortably. I turn my head to look at my brother, his eyes already on me as his eyebrows pull together. I know that he had contemplated leaving me at home, telling me to curl up in my pajamas and to stay safe. He didn’t like bringing me to gigs like this out of fear that he had to watch me the whole night. But he came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to leave me at home because he didn’t want me spending my New Years alone. The only reason I ever came in the first place was because the two of them wanted me to. Ash never stuck around long enough for me to hang out with him, his crazy-ass always outside with the younger kids, selling them shit and laughing up a storm. He was charming, I’ll give him that. Fez typically stayed by me out of pure courtesy but I know that he wished to mingle, to meet new people. I didn’t want him to feel like I was holding him back.

“I’m good, Fez.” I give him a reassuring smile, my mind spinning with thoughts that say otherwise. He looks unconvinced as he shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. I adjust myself in my seat, handing him the blunt as I stand, brushing my anxiety off. “I’m gonna go walk around alright?” I offer, watching as he cringes, his eyes swimming with distaste for my idea. His blue eyes shimmer with worry as I roll my eyes, waving him off. “I’m gonna go hunker down in a bathroom or some shit. Play games on my phone- you know me, Fezco. You’ll find me.” I snort, watching as a laugh rumbles from his chest, his eyes rolling playfully as he sends me a stern nod. Making my way away from him and through the crowd of dancing teens, my feet carry me into a vacant hallway. The emptiness soothes my mind a bit as I make my way further into the house with a sigh.

Pushing open the first door that I see, my eyes lock with a boy, his eyes wide as he stares at me, dumbfounded. I hesitate for a moment, my lips parting but no words come out. He just sends me a nervous smile in return, his brown eyes searching through mine. I laugh nervously, my eyes looking back out to the crowd that seems the opposite of enticing.

“Are you trying to find a place to hide too?” He calls out, catching my attention as my gaze flickers back to him, my heart pounding at the sight of his soft smile. Sending him a small nod, my breath catches in my throat as I look over him. He’s handsome- which is a fucking understatment- his eyes are soft, brown and deep as they twinkle. I close the door as he leans against the washing machine behind him, the quietness of the room calming my mind a bit. “I’m Elliot.” He smiles, holding his hand out to shake. I glance bashfully between his hand and his eyes, reaching out timidly to shake it as he chuckles. “You’re quite the talker, aren’t you?” Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath as I finally find the right words to say.

“I’m Y/n- sorry, I hate parties and I’m really fucking awkward apparently.” I giggle, rubbing a hand over my face as I lean against the wood door behind me. He watches me intently, his lip pulled in between his teeth to conceal his wicked grin.

“You wanna smoke, Y/n?” He asks, the sound of my name leaving his lips making my heart pound wildly against my ribs. Sending him an excited nod, I make my way over to him, hopping up to sit next to him on the appliance. I watch his thin fingers work at the joint in his fingers, my mind spinning to inappropriate places at the sight. He lights it, taking a small hit before handing it to me. He laughs hesitantly as I take a deep breath, holding the smoke in my lungs as my eyes flutter shut. “Fuck, that was a big hit, hot shot.” I giggle, blowing the smoke out into the air between us as he grins.

I’m not sure if it’s the weed or if it’s the pure sex that drips from him, but the way that his blonde curls sit atop his head makes me want to grab onto him and kiss him senselessly. Everything about him was so fitting; his jokes, his voice, his laugh, his hair, smile- fuck, everything. He was comforting but not in the way that typically comforted me, in a different but good way. Fez’s words of warning run through my head as I let myself converse with him more, the hours passing as we sit on top of the washer and dryer.

We’re facing each other now, our knees bumping as we pass the blunt back and forth. “So, tell me more about yourself, mystery girl. I’ve never seen you around here before.” He mutters, his lips wrapping around the joint as I laugh quietly, shaking my head.. “Trust me, I’d remember you if I saw you before.” He snickers, his eyes flickering over my body as my dress suddenly feels way too revealing. In a good way. I wanted him to look.

“Smooth.” I mock, my snickers making his eyebrows sky rocket in shock.

“I think I’m really charming- you don’t think I’m charming?” He gasps with a toothy grin, his lips parting in genuine wonder. I shrug playfully, taking the joint from him as he continues with a scoff. “Fine, what do you think I’m like? What’s your first impression of me?” He asks with a shrug, a laugh immediately leaving my lips as my feet sway back and forth beside him.

“You know that lamb that Mary had-”

“-okay, fuck you.” He cuts me off with a laugh, my head tossing back in loud giggles. I can feel his eyes on me as he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “Fuck, you’re a brat, aren’t you?” My thighs clench at the nickname, my head nodding proudly as he smirks. A second goes by, our eye contact not breaking as my tongue slips out to wet my lips. He watches my every move, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine and my lips.

“Fine, I’m a brat and you’re way too forward.” I point out, his eyes rolling as he waves me off. I liked that he was forward, it took pressure off of me especially the way his mind appeared to be reading my own. Every word that left his lips was tuned into exactly what I wanted him to say and every move he made was calculated to fit mine.

“Oh, you want me to be less forward? Okay fine- sure.” I can tell that the task would be next to impossible as I watch him anxiously bite at his plump lips. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he inches closer to me, so close but not close enough. “Do you wanna, like, makeout?” He asks as a teasing smirk forms on my lips, my eyes rolling as I reach out to shove him.

“That’s pretty forward, Elliot.” I warn playfully, tilting my head at him as his jaw slacks, a quiet, but forced, moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, say my name again-”

“Stop!” I giggle, cutting him off as his hands reach out, wrapping around my waist. He pulls me into his lap in one fluid motion, my hands hovering over his shoulders. He stares up at me with pure desire, my eyes flickering down between us as my hips hover nervously over his. His fingers gently knead at my waist, my whole body relaxing into him a bit as I sit myself down. “I’m not normally this forward but,” pausing, his eyebrows tick up as his chest rises and falls in quiet gasps, “I’m perfectly okay with where this is going.” I whisper, his head bobbing in a silent nod, agreeing with my statement.

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing we met.” He whispers, my hands wrapping around his shoulders as my brows pull together in confusion. “I see myself ruining you.” He chuckles, my head shaking at his misplaced anxiety. If anything, I’d ruin you.

“It’s funny that you think you have that much power over me.” I whisper with a laugh, my nose bumping against his as he gasps, his arms pulling me tighter against his chest. I feel his heart thump violently, my proximity making him nervous.

“I was trying to be charming.” He whispers, his breath getting caught in his throat as he looks up at me. “It’s hard to, uh, keep up with you when you’re sitting on my lap.” He confesses, my cheeks warming at his words as I shrug teasingly, not having a care in the world. He pinches my side with a laugh, a small squeal leaving my lips. “Brat.” He mutters, his lips gently pressing against my jaw as I gasp. He takes advantage of my shock, his hands traveling up my body to rest on my cheeks.

Smashing my lips against his, a moan leaves his lips as I pull myself impossibly closer to him. He gasps, his hips jumping beneath me as I giggle, my fingers tangling in his hair. His hands have no idea where to go, both of our minds swimming with pleasure as the taste of weed mingles between us. His fingers dance under my dress, resting atop my thighs as I tug gently on his hair, his head thumping against the wall behind him. I let out a small giggle at the noise, a hushed laugh leaving his lips as I trail my kisses down the column of his throat.

“Fuck, babe- stop.” He mutters, squeezing my hips gently as I pull back to look into his eyes. His pupils are blown, eyes wide as he catches his breath carefully. “Like, don’t stop, but stop or else I’m gonan fuck you so hard and I don’t wanna do that right now.” He chuckles as his eyes flutter shut, the threat making my heart skip a beat. “Fuck.” He reaches up, covering his face with his hands as I snicker, my cheeks flushing as my mind wracks over what I just did. I just kissed a random dude on New Years Eve for the hell of it. Go me. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” he pauses, my hands sliding down from his shoulders to rest on his chest, “I’m going to give you my number and I’m gonna get to know you better.” He whispers, a small smile stretching across my lips as I nod, biting at the inside of my cheek bashfully. “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard- shit.” He laughs, my head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder. He just rubs up and down my back as I huff, my eyes flickering over to the clock on the wall. Fuck, midnight already passed.

“I have to go.” I mutter, my hips rising off of him so I can slide off of him and onto the floor. He just sends me a pout, moving so his weight rests on his hands that grip the edge of the appliance. My thighs clench at the sight as he leans over, his eyes captivating me once again. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I hand it to him, his grin proud and happy. “I’ll text you when I get home?” I offer, his head bobbing in a quiet nod as he types his number into the device. When he hands it back to me, I just motion towards the door almost silently asking him if he was coming with me.

“Uh,” he mutters, his eyes flickering to his lap as he clears his throat, “I’m rock hard, so…” He trails off, my hand flying up to cover my mouth as I giggle uncontrollably. He looks away sheepishly as he palms himself, a small groan leaving his lips as he sends me a nod. “I’ll find you later and if I don’t, I can promise you that you’ll see me soon.” I nod with a small sigh, sending him a quick wink before my hand pulls the door open.

Once it’s shut, I immediately go into my phone, trying to find the contact information that he added. My jaw drops as I stumble past an unknown name, my head spinning as I lean against the wall. Did this fucker really just name himself ‘brat tamer’ in my phone and not expect me to see it? Holding in a giggle, I hold my phone to my chest. My feet carry me down the hallway, my mind elsewhere as shouts and screams spin around me.

When my eyes connect with my brothers, his shirt is covered in blood, his feet marching towards me. My eyes widen in shock, the happy moment completely forgotten as he grabs my upper arm, pulling me with him as he looks for the nearest exit. People gawk and stare as we pass, watching as we finally make it out into the cool air as I struggle to keep up with him.

“Fezco, what the fuck?” I hiss as he opens the car door for me, Ash sharing a similar look as he turns the car on. We both look between each other and Fez, the man not answering any of our curious questions. He just shoves me down into the backseat with a huff, the door slamming brutally in my face. I look at Ash with worried eyes, his head shaking as he glares at Fez who throws himself into the passenger seat. My mind swims as Fez continues his vow of silence, Ash eventually pulling out of the driveway to make our way home..

A little while later, my finger hovers over the send button as I stare at Elliot’s contact. The whole way home, I fought the urge to text him until it was too strong to ignore. He had told me to call him or text him, he even seemed eager about it. So why not, right? What’s the worst that could happen?

To Brat Tamer: Really? Brat tamer?

I chuckle quietly as I slip under my covers, the silence of my room making me nervous as I wait for his reply. I only hoped that he shared the same excitement as me, his eyes trained on his phone as he waited for my message. I felt bad that I didn’t get to see him before I left, being brutally rushed outside and shoved into my car. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain it to him but I would figure something out. My phone buzzes in my lap a few times, the messages that come through make my heart swell in my trembling chest.

From Brat Tamer: Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bratty girl.

I’ve been waiting for you to text or call.

My fingers type back a quick reply at his teasing, my cheeks flaming with heat as I smirk.

To Brat Tamer: I see you haven’t lost your forwardness in the hour that I’ve been gone.

The little bubbles pop up at the bottom of the screen, my body falling back onto the bed as I squeal quietly, his response driving me insane.

From Brat Tamer: Shut up and call me, brat.

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Elliot Taglist: @vintagebitc @kaitieskidmore1

#OBSESSED #BRAT TAMER #PLEASE

[plantlungs]

✰ summary — you had always had a crush on your older brother’s best friend, elliot, who was always hanging around the house. it started off innocent, but as more years passed, those feelings developed an interesting turn.

✰ pairings — brother’s best friend!elliot x fem!reader

✰ warnings — future smut,enemies,

✰ authors note —

✘

“Um, excuse me?” You placed your hands on your hips, face twisting at the sight of him. The boy, who you got a better glimpse at, shut the fridge door with a surprised look. Black roots rested between strands of bleached blonde ones, skin tan and smooth, an apple shaped tat standing out on his face. Tilting your head, your eyes fell down to his outfit, which consisted of a black hoodie and a pair of regular light washed blue jeans. He was your brothers’ friend. Especially with the way his eyes squinted at you, rimmed with red, you knew he was high, “Who are you? And why the hell are you holding a jar of mayo?”

Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he chuckled, placing it onto the counter, “I was gonna make a sandwich,” he explained, voice raspy and low. Leaning his hip against it afterwards, his brow arched towards you, “I’m guessin’ you’re Sams’ little sis, Y/N,” he assumed, offering you his hand. Your nose scrunched at the gesture, eyes flickering up and down at him, as his hand fell back to his side, “Okay, uh, nevermind the—“

“You smell like weed, and it’s giving me a headache,” you grumbled, pushing past him, making your way to the cabinet. His eyes glued to your figure as you took the bag out, with orange accents, not paying him any mind as you poured a few of the chips in a bowl. He cleared his throat again, making your eyes roll again, not intending to have a conversation with some stoner kid that your brother picked up. Chewing slowly, your eyes snapped to his with a glare, as his voice sounded once again,

“Damn. Your brother said you were a bitch,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His lips curved into a slight smirk when your eyes turned thinner, “Guess I had to see for myself, didn’t I?”

You scoffed, swallowing the cheesy snack, “Puh—lease. Like I’d care what a pothead like you thought,” you mumbled, taking another bite of the crunchy item in your small fingers, “Besides, I’m not a bitch, I just don’t associate myself with those that smell like a skunks’ asshole,” you continued on, his jaw tightening at your bluntness, “Since you’re new, I’ll explain the rules to you. My brothers’ friends don’t speak to me unless I speak to them first, which is never, so this’ll be our last interaction. Alright? Cool.”

…coming Feb 20, 2022

#i’m already obsessed

[plantlungs]

Out Loud

Pairing: Lexi Howard x Reader

Song: "i wanna be your girlfriend' by girl in red

Summary: The reader is Fezco's sister, someone Lexi Howard has been in love with since they were kids. She tries her best to get information out of Fez about the girl, but she may have been a bit too obvious. So Ashtray and Fez take it into their own hands.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, uh, I think that's all? A/n: This is just. So cute. Thank you@steezysimfinds

If anyone asked Lexi Howard to trace back to the time that she realized she was in love with Y/n, it would had to have been the Halloween party.

Y/n didn't do anything flirty, she wasn't obvious and certainly didn't show any romantic feels towards the girl. She simply complimented her creative Bob Ross costume, knowing in her heart that it probably took her hours.

Y/n could appreciate a good masterpiece and Lexi Howard was one to say the least.

I think Fezco was the first one to notice his sisters lingering eyes. He saw it at New Years whenever Lexi would move across the room, looking for Cassie anxiously. He knew that his sister liked women, well, some women. He knew that, just like him, their grandmother had told her to be careful when it came to love.

Their grandma would be proud to know that Y/n fell in love with a girl like Lexi Howard.

It had been solidified in Fez's mind that the girls were head over heels for each other when Lexi nervously came to sit next to him at the New Years party. Y/n had already left, needing to go home and sleep after a long day. He knew his sister would never make it till midnight anyways.

Lexi didn't though. And she was disappointed.

Fez had explained to her that Y/n was like an old lady, that she had a bedtime and that it was past it. Lexi was sad at Fez's words, silently hoping that she would chalk up enough confidence to pull Y/n aside and kiss her at midnight. She would never have done that though. Her brain just liked to come up with scenarios where she would.

Fez gave her Y/n's number that night, deciding to be helpful on both sides and play the best wingman he could. He could see right through his sister just like he saw through Lexi's nervous laughter when he had asked her if there was something going on between her and his sis. She politely denied anything of the sorts but she couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the night.

Actually, she thought about it for another two weeks.

And so did Y/n after Fezco told her about him giving Lexi her number. She was a bit mad at first, feeling unprepared and kind of exposed that her brother could read her like a book. But I guess after going through thick and thin with someone you start to pick up on things, huh?

He was quiet but, damn, he was observant.

But that led to today, Ash and Fez with smug smiles on their lips as Y/n steps out into the living room, Lexi Howard sitting on her couch with a soft smile on her lips.

What Y/n didn't know is that, though it took weeks of convincing, Fez had finally convinced Lexi to ask his sister out. Lexi couldn't believe the girl felt a similar way about her, her heart racing in her chest at the thought. She felt stupid, ridiculous even. She had seen how relationships in her life played out; her mom and dad, Cassie and whoever the fuck she's seeing now. She had every right to be nervous but the thought of actually getting to know Y/n was driving her wild.

"Hey, Y/n." Lexi smiles sweetly, Y/n's eyes flickering over between her brothers as their eyes lock on the floor. Guilty fuckers, what did you do? When she turns her attention back to Lexi, the girl just smiles and rises to her feet. "Can we talk?" She asks meekly, Y/n's head bobbing in a nod as she guides Lexi to her room. Not before sending a glare in the direction of her meddling brothers.

"What's up, Lex?" Y/n asks as she shuts the door to her bedroom, watching as Lexi blushes gently in the light.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date." She chokes out, her chest rising in falling in nervous breaths. "Uh, with me." She adds with a nervous laugh, Y/n giggling at the sheepish girl. "Fez may or may not have mentioned that you may have a bit of a crush on me and I'd be, like, really dumb to say that I didn't feel the same way." She sways back and forth on her feet, nervously waiting for Y/n who smiles brightly.

"Uh, yeah, he'd be correct, though I never specifically told him that out loud." She giggles, Lexi's face relaxing at the words as she blows out a breath of air. "You're a catch, Lexi. You should really stop doubting yourself." Y/n adds, taking a step closer to her as Lexi nervously nods her head, knowing that Y/n's words were nothing but true. People had told her for years how great she was but she couldn't seem to fit that into her big brain. "But yeah, I'll go on a date with you." Y/n whispers gently, taking Lexi off guard as she stutters out a quick 'okay', a bashful smile on her lips. "We should go, like, now. Before they get the wrong idea and embarrass me more." Lexi chuckles, rolling her eyes as she nods, reaching forward to gently take Y/n's hand in hers. Y/n smiles fondly at the girl, the simple touch making her whole body ignite in flames.

As they make their way out into the room, Fez and Ash's eyes widen at the sight of them holding hands. Giving his brother a slight nudge, Ash grins at the two girls, sending them a polite wave.

"We're gonna, uh, get some food. So, don't expect me back for a bit." Y/n explains, her eyes flickering between the boys as they try their best to keep their proud grins at bay.

"I would say use protection but I think I know how that goes." Ash adds with a snort, Y/n quickly flipping him off as Fez falls apart in laughter. With a laugh, Lexi throws a quick 'bye' over her shoulders as Y/n pushes her out of the apartment before her brothers can say anything more to embarrass her.

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#THIS IS SO CUTE #ARE U KIDDING ME #JALFJKAFDJKFDL #BABES U ARE KILLING ME #U ARE SLAYING #THIS IS THE CUTEST #ALSO FITTING THE NYE SCENE IN ???? #ABSOLUTE GENIUS OVER HERE

[plantlungs]

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Reader

Summary: Cassie's closeted with a girlfriend. I think that's all I need to say.

Song: "Prom Queen" by Beach Bunny

Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex, happy ending.

A/n: Hi guys! I've had a few people ask me to write literally anything about Cassie so I wrote a very neutral fic that kind of steered away from any of her problem child actions. love yall!

It was safe to say that Cassie didn't want anyone to know that she had a girlfriend. Well, at least that's how it felt. She wasn't ashamed of me, just kind of hesitant to tell people that, after her years of dating men, she met a woman that made her whole world stop.

Me.

I was proud to be this girl for her, the one that made her realize that she felt differently than she did before. It definitely came as a surprise, meeting her at one of the parties at McKay's house a few years ago. And it was a bit unfortunate that we met while she was dating the jock.

They had a lot of issues. Issues that I would hear about quite frequently, in fact, every night. She'd call me, crying, angry, happy. Every emotion that one person could feel, McKay made her feel. I would hear about their dates, their sex life, their fights and their make ups.

Until one night, she just decided to be done. She seemed okay, but she finally texted me after two weeks of radio silence. She told me that, apparently, they had been broken up for about a month but she didn't know how to tell me one of the reasons that they actually split.

Then her feelings for me came out.

I was pretty shocked to say the least. She had known that I liked women for a long time, more than men. In fact, way more than men. I don't know, maybe I appreciated a woman more and felt safer with one. Cassie was wreckless though so I don't think that I could apply that logic to her. But she was my best friend. I had always loved her even though it seemed a bit stereotypical.

She didn't want to tell anyone. She didn't want any of her ex-boyfriends finding out, her sister, her mom. She wanted me to be her secret and she wanted me to be okay with it. And I was.

At first.

The first time it really struck me as hurtful was at a party when a guy asked her to dance. She looked back at me nervously, almost asking for permission. First of all, you should need zero permission to dance with someone. But she was dating me but god forbid she said she was taken. Second, she was so terrified to make up some lie to get out of dancing with him, afraid that she would make it seem like she was there with me.

The second time was when we almost got caught making out in her very non-private room by Lexi. I knew in my heart that Lexi Howard was no snitch. She would always tell me about how much of a good influence I was on her sister and I think she would be nothing but supportive. But Cassie was sure on the fact that Lexi would be a 'nosy whore'.

Her words.

So we went on, dating, being happy in secrecy. Until we weren't.

She was pretty adamant about making out with me. I mean, Cassie always got what she wanted so who was I to complain? Except this was at a party, a public party. So she had to pull me into a room, locking the door quickly before she placed her delicate lips on mine.

I kind of got turned off to the whole secrecy thing then.

I wanted her to want to kiss me in front of everyone and to not give one single shit.

I snapped and quite literally walked out. And walked home.

I wasn't mad at her, I understood that it was hard to come out, hard to tell people. I didn't really need to due to the fact that everyone around me knew I liked women. I was just obvious, I guess. And Cassie wasn't. It was hard for her as it was to convey normal emotions, let alone something of this capacity. This was a big thing and I understood it took time.

But it hurts. It hurts having to keep yourself away from the person you love, to pretend not to be yourself. To stay at arms length just incase someone got the wrong idea. I just wanted to love the crazy blonde. And I knew she loved me, she just had a funny way of showing it.

From Cass <3: baby, i'm sorry. can i come over so we can talk?

I stare at the text with a huff, my head falling back against my pillow as I contemplate my response. I didn't want to give in, I wanted her to know she hurt me. But that wasn't very mature of me, was it? Fuck.

Before I can reply, my phone buzzes again. Twice.

From Cass <3: I'm at your door.

Answer the door.

Giggling softly at her antics, my eyes rolling as I throw myself out of bed. Like I said, she gets what she wants whether I like it or not. I knew that I had to confront her. I didn't want to lose her, fuck no. I'd be her secret forever if it meant that I could be with her, hold her, kiss her. I would suffer through anything to be hers. Including suffering through a painful conversation like the one that's about to follow.

Making my way downstairs, I unlock the door with a sigh, prying the wood open to look at my girlfriend. She pouts softly, her curls framing her face as she clutches her phone to her chest.

"Hi baby." She whispers, tilting her head at me with a soft smile as I break. She knew just what to say to have me opening the door, didn't she? She steps into the house silently, her shoes being kicked off at the door as she waits politely. "Is your family home?" She asks curiously, her eyebrows ticking up as she points upstairs. I give her a small shake of my head, a beautiful smile spreading out across her lips as she nods. "Can we talk about what happened at the party?" She asks quietly, stepping towards me as I sigh, my eyes fluttering down to the ground. "Cuz, I'm gonna be honest, I've been freaking out and worrying that you were gonna dump me." She lets out a nervous laugh and I watch as tears quickly fill her eyes. She keeps up a polite facade, a small trembling smile on her lips as she waits.

"I'm not gonna break up with you, Cass, never." I whisper, my hands prying her hands away from her chest as she lets out an anxious breath, her whole body relaxing. "But yeah, we should probably talk, huh?" I offer gently, my fingers reaching up to brush some hair from her face as she blushes in the low light. She nods gently, her body inching towards mine.

"Can I have a kiss first, though?" She asks meekly, my hand cupping her cheeks with a silly smile, my lips pressing against hers in a soft, delicate kiss. She hums happily, a small sigh of relief passing her lips as I pull away. I take her hand in mine gently, knowing that I could never stay mad at her. But that doesn't mean we didn't have to talk.

I lead her upstairs silently, her hand shaking in mine as I pull her into my room, her body relaxing at the familiar environment. She carried so much anxiety in her body whenever she was worried. You could tell by the fake smile and squared shoulders whenever she was upset about something significant.

She sits down on my bed, pulling her favorite blanket over her lap as she watches me. "You don't gotta worry, bub, I'm not mad." I whisper, sitting down in front of her to take her hands in mine.

"I know you're upset, though. We've been dating for nine months and six days and no one knows about us." She whispers, validating an inner part of me as I send her a small, sheepish nod. The fact that she's so specific with the number of days we've been dating makes me want to cry. "I'm sorry that I made you feel like I was hiding you. I'm not trying to do it deliberately..." She trails off, my hand waving her concerns off as I'm already familiar with her fear.

"I know you're afraid Cassie. It's okay. You're allowed to be scared. You've never been asked to deal with something like this. It's heavy." I whisper, my fingers gently rubbing circles on the inside of her wrist as she huffs.

"I want to tell people though. I want to feel confident enough to kiss you in front of people, to tell my best friend. I just think that they would ask so many questions and bug you and never leave us alone." She whispers breathlessly as my attention shifts a bit.

"Wait, so you're not worried about the fact that you'd tell everyone that you like women. You're just afraid that they would never leave us alone?" I giggle quietly, her head bobbing as she rolls her eyes playfully.

"I mean, of course I'm worried about telling people I like women. I don't really have a label yet- I'm not really trying to find one. Which seems like the opposite of me, I know." She shakes her head with a laugh, her hair falling in her face as I watch her in awe. "I think that, like, someone like Lex or my mom, they've known us as best friends. Things will change if I tell them. Like my mom would be weird about us having sleepovers. I don't want things to change. I don't want people to ask questions. If I could just snap my fingers and have everyone know without the initial shock, I would just do it." She explains, a soft smile on her lips as she huffs.

"It's okay that you want to be private, Cass. If you would've told me that, we wouldn't be having this conversation." I giggle, reaching over to shove her as she rolls her eyes with a shrug.

"I just- I don't know how to make you feel appreciated while also, like, maintaining our privacy." She whispers, her fingers toying with mine as I grin naughtily, her eyebrows raising at my sudden mood change.

"Come here." I whisper, pulling her off the bed as she squeals, my hands pulling her into my bathroom. I keep the light off, taking her phone from her as I go into snapchat. "I know exactly how to do that while also driving people crazy." I giggle, watching as her eyes light up in the dark room.

"Really?" She asks, my hand reaching out to rest on her hip as I pull her to me, a small gasp escaping her lips. I turn her around so she's facing the mirror, my hands around her waist as I rest my chin on her shoulder. Holding the phone in front of my face with the flash on, the light shines out throughout the room as I chuckle quietly. Cassie quickly turns in my arms as I hold her against the counter, both of us looking at the provocative but private photo. You can't see my face, just the outline of my figure behind her. Typing out a quick caption, pretty girl, being my name for her, she grins wickedly. "You're so smart." She cheers quietly, taking the phone from me as she analyzes the picture. "And you can, like, tell it's a girl and not a guy right? Like this means people will know?" She asks, the grin not fading from her lips as I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Completely, baby." I whisper, my thumb rubbing circles into her hip. She squeals quietly, her finger hovering over the send button as she takes a deep breath. This is it. Pressing send, I smile widely as I cup her cheeks, my lips pressing against hers as her phone clatters against the counter. She immediately kisses me back with another excited squeal, her body trembling happily in my grasp. She pulls away from me breathlessly as I wait for her to speak, her eyes twinkling.

"And then, as people start to like make the connection, maybe we just start telling people slowly?" She offers, my shoulders shrugging in a simple agreement, knowing that the picture was truly good enough to calm my insatiable heart. "Maybe we'd tell Rue first? Jules? They swing our way right?" My heart thumps at her phrasing, my cheeks warming. Our way. Ignoring her question, I press my lips to hers once more in a quick kiss, our laughs filling the bathroom as her phone begins to buzz rapidly.

It continued to buzz for the next two hours but let's just say Cassie was a bit preoccupied.

;)

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#YES YES YES YES YES #PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET LIKE YES YES YES YES #SOFT LAUNCH TAHT RELATIONSHIP BITCH #ALSO #SYDNEY SWEENEY IS MY GF I LOVE THSI SO MUCH #AJFDL;K

[plantlungs]

Truth or Dare- Part 3

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Song: "Painkiller" by Beach Bunny

Summary: Maddy barges her way into the Jacobs house, originally to see the Reader, but she gets caught up when she sees her ex-boyfriend. Nate and Elliot have a bit of a run in. Jules and Rue invite Reader over to Elliots to 'get to know him' better but it ends with an interrogation. Elliot urges the Reader to open up while Rue and Jules venture off, an argument ensures. Does it end well or does it not?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex, and angst.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This gif is so hot, whoops. Whoever slowed it down is an angel and deserves kisses. Also I really like this chapter because it was super fun to write and it really gets in on the Reader and her relationships. And there's way more Elliot in this one than the last two. Idea from @apovanity87 love her to pieces.

Part 1 Part 2

I thought I was good at ignoring people.

Well, I thought I was good at getting other people to get the gist that I was ignoring them so they’d stay away and want nothing to do with me. Apparently, when you ignore Jules and Rue, they want even more to do with you.

They followed me everywhere. They followed me into the bathroom between classes, forcing me to hide in the stall, ignoring them until the bell rang. They followed me out to my car after school, their questions and yells being heard behind me as I shove myself into my car. They even went as far as coming to my front door at ten at night, my pleas to Nate being heard down the hall. He eventually gave in, going downstairs to shoo them away before shoving me back into my room by my forehead. Jules and Rue would never argue with Nate, no matter the situation. No one would ever argue with Nate. Ever.

Except Maddy.

I thought that she was originally coming over to see me that night, my sad texts making an angry fire ignite in her stomach at the thought of me crying over a boy. A boy she didn’t know. And when she came over and slipped into my room with an angry glance at Nate over her shoulder, I was convinced that she would encourage me to get drunk, or high, and get happy. She was all about faking it till you make it. But there was something else on her mind that night.

He was like fucking slender-man in the doorway, watching. And if there’s one thing she couldn’t stand, it was that she couldn’t stand a looming Nate, watching her from afar. He was using every excuse in the book to knock on my door, asking me the most random questions about homework or dumb, fake questions about our family. Maddy eventually got angry with him and stormed out of my room and into his. They argued for hours after she locked his door. Then their yelling changed and my headphones immediately went over my ears. I didn’t want to hear that.

The next thing happened within the week following the conversation in Nate’s bedroom. Nate had this newfound need to check on me throughout the day, the knowledge that Elliot was walking the halls, his presence making me sad, making him want to take care of me. Considering I had never had that relationship with Nate, it was weird. But maybe he finally realized that he didn’t need to make everyone in his life hate him. It was about time he came to his senses and realized how great of a sister I am and have been.

But he was keen on making Elliot jump out of his skin whenever he was around.

Walking down the hall, I feel someone approach me to my right, my head tilting upwards to see Nate. He smiles softly down at me, his hand patting the top of my head a few times before huffing. Not knowing why his sudden presence is needed, I turn to see a familiar, beautiful boy making his way down the hallway towards us, Jules and Rue following closely behind him. My stomach drops, my lips tugging down into a frown as I pout.

“I’ll take care of it.” Nate whispers to me, his shoulder bumping against mine as I softly nod, my eyes fluttering to the ground nervously. I see three pairs of feet stop in front of us, Nate’s quiet sigh heard next to me. “Elliot.” Nate grunts simply, my eyes flickering up to look at my older brother, his shoulders squared and angry.

Oh shit, this should be good.

“Uh, Nate, hey- hi.” Elliot stutters out, my eyes flickering over at him as he gazes up at the massive man next to me. He looks nervous, his hands trembling at his side as Jules and Rue glance between the three of us before looking at one another. “Wow, you are quite the bodyguard.” Elliot laughs nervously, Rue and Jules making eye contact with me as I glance quickly away.

“You guys still bothering my sister?” He asks lowly, looking at the two girls as they stutter, pointing between one another. “Yeah, can you stop that shit? I’m done hearing about it.” I chuckle under my breath, my eyes rolling knowing that’s completely untrue. He’s asked me every day if I was still upset over the situation but I know his fragile masculine ego couldn’t take telling someone he’s soft for his baby sis.

“Uh, no. Not me.” Elliot mutters, our eyes meeting one another for a brief second. I turn my whole body away from him, looking up to Nate as he sighs. “These two, yeah they’re bugging her a lot.” Elliot laughs as he points between Jules and Rue, throwing them violently under the bus. They immediately yell out arguments, their voices consuming my thoughts as I try my best to tune them out. My chest heaves in anxiety as I feel someone brush against my shoulder, Elliot’s eyes meeting mine as he walks past me. He sends me a soft smile, my heart breaking at the sight. I quickly turn away, Nate facing me as he gently places a hand on my upper arm. I sniffle as tears rise to my eyes, my fists reaching up to rub them away.

“He’s still a fucking twerp. Let’s go.”

After that day with Jules and Rue, plus Nate’s confrontation, they finally came to apologize to me. In an appropriate way and not in a stalker way. They didn’t chase me, but they sent me a nice message in our group chat, telling me that they apologize for stalking me and bugging me so much that I felt that I needed to get Nate involved. They then invited me to hang out today, my fingers typing out a grateful response as I grinned.

But what I learned later is that it was taking place at Elliot's house.

With Rue and Jules... and Elliot. Just us.

Fuck.

My hand hovers in front of the wood, my legs wobbling beneath me as I think of what could possibly go wrong. Elliot obviously didn’t tell Rue and Jules that he knows me, that he knew Nate. It was still unknown that he and I used to be close for all those years. I knew why I couldn’t tell them, but why couldn’t he? He obviously wasn’t still mad at me, the soft smile that he sent me in the hallway after Nate’s confrontation said the exact opposite.

Putting those thoughts aside, the new anxious thoughts of seeing someone familiar driving me crazy. I was hoping that I wouldn’t see his cousin, knowing the minute she saw me, mine and Elliot’s whole past would be outed. She was always my biggest fan, claiming that I was the best role model for Elliot considering he was a little out of control as a young boy.

The door opens abruptly in front of me, my hand falling as Elliot appears in the doorway. His eyes look over me, a small smirk on his lips as I fold my arms over my chest, standing my ground. We stand in an awkward silence for a moment, my head swimming with thoughts as I try to come up with something to say to him.

Now was the time, right?

“I’m shocked you came.” He grins, cutting my anxious thoughts off, my cheeks warming at his words. “I figured Nate would have talked you out of it hours ago.” He snorts, his eyes fluttering down to the ground as my eyes roll tiredly.

“I’m not here for you, Elliot. Let me in.” I respond simply, his head tilting teasingly at me as he pauses. Well, he hasn’t changed his manners policy. “Please, let me in, dickhead.” I put on my most polite smile, his eyes softening as he moves out of the way.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed, bug.” He chuckles quietly as I pass him, my heart panging against my chest as I frown. The smile on his lips, the way his eyes look so familiar even though he acts so cold, the nickname. So he did remember who I was…

I make my way past him as he closes the door, my head tilting to look back at him as he nods me on further into the house. I let him lead me through the small house, the fact that there’s no sight of his cousin makes my anxiety calm a bit. He leads me upstairs, my eyes on the steps in front of me as he leads me into the hallway. I look around, the bathroom in front of me, his bedroom to the right.

It’s perfect for him, darker, string lights hung, smells strong of weed, little knick knacks and a guitar littering the floor. He still sang? I look back at him softly, the need to get to know him again consuming me as all of the anger, the betrayal, leaves my mind. Rue and Jules squeal at the sight of me, eagerly pulling me down onto the bed in between them.

“I’m so glad you came!” Jules laughs happily, her arms wrapping around my waist as she pulls me into her. “We were just about to interrogate the new guy.” She tilts her head with a smirk to look up at Elliot, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks between the three of us, the sight of three women in his bed obviously shocking him. I remember when I was the only girl he’d let anywhere close to his room let alone lay in his bed.

“I don’t like the thought of an interrogation, but I’m an open book.” Elliot snorts, plopping down on the beanbag against his wall. Jules looks at me with an evil smile, her eyes conveying mischief as she carries out her plan. She slides down onto the floor in front of Elliot, Rue and I making our way to the edge of the bed as I rest my head in the pretty girl's lap. Jules takes the lamp to her left, moving it to shine in Elliot’s face as he hisses. “Really? Officer Jules? Just ask me fucking questions.” He snorts, his hand reaching up to cover his eyes. I giggle at the sight of his discomfort, his eyebrows raising at the noise as he looks between Rue and I.

“Do you want to fuck Rue?” Jules asks abruptly, my eyes widening as I look at the girl above me. She chuckles lowly, shaking her head as her hair falls in her face. She sends me a tired look, obviously telling me that Jules didn’t let the silent worry go. That she was still jealous and bitter regardless of Elliot's status in her friend group.

“Uh, not now?” Elliot chuckles uncomfortably, looking at Jules with furrowed brows. “I don’t see why this is important…” He trails off with confused eyes, his gaze flickering over to Rue above me. She sends him a sorry shrug, obviously apologizing for her oblivious and jealous girlfriend.

“So, you’re straight?” Jules asks, my mind filling with the times that Elliot would talk to me about girls… and guys. He’s not exactly the straightest guy ever. My cheeks heat up as I clear my throat, trying my best to put those thoughts to the back of my mind.

I smile to myself silently, knowing I'd probably know the answer to every question that they’d have to ask. His first kiss, me, first time, first everything. Because it was either me, or I was there to hear about it. Looking up at Rue as she huffs, she pushes her sunglasses further onto her face to shield her sensitive eyes from the light. She’s definitely high.

“Uh kinda.” Elliot replies simply, my head tilting to look at him at the response.

“Are you gay?” Jules pries with an exasperated laugh, Rue and I giggling at her nosiness.

“Kinda.” He adds with a laugh, sitting up straighter as he rests his head against the wall with a thump. He bites his lower lip, gnawing at the sensitive skin, a tic that I’ve picked up on over the years.

Meaning he’s uncomfortable. Good. That means that I wasn't the only one who had to be uncomfortable.

“So you’re bi-” Jules begins, but Elliot cuts her off with a tired sigh knowing that sentence could finish after an hour long rant and deep dive into his subconscious.

“I don’t know, Jules, I like who I like.” He adds, deciding to be done with her prying eyes and words. His soft, dark eyes find mine from across the room, my heart thumping loudly against my ribs at the sight.

“These are dumb questions! Ask him the deep ones!” Rue calls out, startling me as I giggle, sliding down onto the floor next to Jules. Elliot rests only a foot away, his eyes widening briefly at the proximity. Jules wraps a protective arm around my shoulder, my head tilting at Elliot. “Y/n is good at this. She can tell when people are lying.” Rue whispers loudly in warning to Elliot but he and I both know full well that. He knows that if I wanted to ruin his life right now, embarrass him, I could.

And boy.. did I want to.

“How many people have you fucked?” I ask simply, it being the first question on the tip of my tongue but also the one I’m most consumed by. He had gotten considerably more handsome throughout the years, his dopey smile turning into a handsome smirk and he’s so much more flirty than he used to be when we were younger. It was as if his whole personality went through a glow up along with his looks. It made him a perfect, panty dropping package. A smirk rises to my lips as he rolls his eyes, Jules laughing next to me.

“Atta girl! Getting to the good shit!” Rue chuckles, her words slurred as she throws herself back on the bed. “Yes, answer that, Elly!” She calls out, Jules bumping her elbow with mine proudly as we wait.

“Why do you care?” Elliot asks in return after a moment, his eyes dark as my cheeks warm at his soft, questioning gaze. He’s still curious, I’ll give him that. He always knew how to push my buttons in good ways and bad.

“Just answer the question.” I shrug languidly, gasps erupting around me as I look between Jules and Elliot with wide eyes. Did I say something wrong?

“Why did you avoid that question?” Jules asks, her eyes wide as she looks over at me, my lips parting but no words leave them.

“Yeah, why did you avoid that question?” Elliot adds in a teasing tone, sitting up to rest his chin on his knees. I gawk at him, my gaze turning to Jules after a moment. Rue scoffs behind me, obviously recognizing that the two of them are clearly ganging up on me. Great, fucking great.

“Do you want to fuck Elliot? Is that why you’ve been avoiding us so much?” Rue asks quickly as if she just fit the last puzzle piece into the puzzle, solving the whole thing. Her eyes now wide, her smile proud and unforgiving as everyone in the room waits for my answer.

“I have much bigger things to worry about than a boy. Like my friends being complete idiots.” I scoff as I squint back at Rue, watching as Jules rolls her eyes, her head shaking as she turns back to Elliot. I abandon my spot on the floor, rising to my feet as I return to the bed. I fold my legs under me, the realization that my question backfired making me feel worse than I did before. I tune out their words as questions fly back and forth between Elliot and Jules, my head tucking back into Rue’s lap, her fingers carding through my hair.

“I don’t like you.” Jules speaks up abruptly, the short sentence finally peaking my interest. Before Elliot can reply, I speak up, my eyes flickering over to them as I scoff.

“I second that.” I raise my hand, Elliot’s eyes a bit sad as he looks over at me with a pout.

“What? Why?” He squeaks in a sad laugh as Jules lets out a sigh.

“It’s cuz you’re sarcastic and you seem phony. And you seem like you want to fuck everyone and everything and I don’t trust that.” She turns off the light, done with her interrogation as she sits below me. Her arms fold over her chest as I snort, knowing it’s completely ironic that she’s the one to say. Like the pot calling the kettle black.

“That’s a lot coming from you, babe.” Rue speaks up, my heart pounding in my ears as I see an argument coming on. Pushing myself off of Rue’s lap, I stand abruptly, knowing that no one will care if I just slip out of the room for a moment. I wasn’t keen on hearing them argue, knowing full well that their arguments can turn nasty in a quick flip.

Making my way out of the room quietly, I don’t bother looking back at the couple as I slip into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I reach forward to lean against the sink tiredly. My eyes flutter closed, my heart feeling heavy as I think of the boy in the room next door.

It’s like nothing had ever happened. He’s acting like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just let our friendship go completely, deciding to hate me. Like him letting me leave without a goodbye wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me.

Turning on the water, I gently splash some water in my face to help cool down my heated skin. When I stand back up, I notice Elliot quickly slipping into the bathroom behind me, his back pressed against the door so I can’t escape.

“The fuck are you doing?” I ask, my head swarming with anger as I take a deep breath. Leaning against the counter as he sighs, I watch as he rakes his fingers through his curly hair. Frowning, he takes a careful step closer to me, my ears tuning in to Jules and Rue yelling at each other from the bedroom.

“You’re going to have to talk to me sometime.” He shrugs, his face gentle as he sighs, my heart swelling at his words. “Please, come on. Yell, get angry. Anything.” My eyes gently close at his quiet pleading, my hands reaching up to rub over my face as I groan.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t you get the hint that I don’t want to talk to you? Like, ever again.” I fold my arms over my chest with a frown, my eyebrows pulled together in distrust. He pouts, his eyes closed as he shakes his head, hair falling in his face.

“You can say anything you want to me right now. Get it off your chest. I know I deserve it- okay? Fuck.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, huffing. “But you won’t even look at me without cringing and I can tell that you wanted to cry the day that Rue and Jules ‘introduced me’ and I just can’t stop thinking about it. So please.” He pleads, his eyes guilty as a bitter laugh leaves my throat.

“So that’s what this is? You want to feel better and you want to get rid of all this shame and guilt for destroying our relationship- our friendship?” I ask, my finger pointing at him as I scoff. “You’re a fucking lunatic, Elliot.” I scoff, my eyes rising to look at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips when my gaze flickers down to him every once in a while. The smile pisses me off, there being absolutely no reason for the grin to be on his lips. I was angry... right? A few beats of silence go by, my eyes softening and my fists unclench as I sigh. “Do you spend your days thinking about how you can make this difficult for me?” I chuckle quietly, my eyes flickering between his soft ones. He smiles gently at the break in anger, relieved, his body takes another step closer to me.

“It’s not just during the day, I go to bed thinking about it too.” He teases with twinkling eyes, my body urging me to move forward, to rest my head against his chest, anything. My skin warms at his words, the commotion outside not bothering us as we get consumed in each other's words.

“So you’re saying you think about me at night?” I ask, my flirty tone taking him off guard.

“In your dreams, Y/n.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully but I can tell by the way he’s gnawing against the inside of his cheek that I make him nervous.

“Apparently not in my dreams but yours.” I snicker, my confidence lacking a bit as he pouts, my teasing words making him crumble. I always had that effect on him. He could always dish it out but never take it in return. We fall into another few moments of silence, his eyes looking over me as if to memorize every inch.

“You’ve changed a lot.” He points out, his pout turning into a small smile as he avoids my watchful eyes. “Still pretty.” He adds sheepishly, a small scoff leaving my lips as my head hangs. “Come on, please. I’m sorry.” He steps up to me, his hands gently reaching out to rest on my shoulders. I shake my head, my eyes flickering up to look at him as he frowns.

“You can’t just say that and act like it means anything to either of us. Like it changes anything.” My bottom lip wobbles as his face twists up in anguish, his hands moving to rest on my cheeks. My eyes close at the feeling of his skin on mine, crumbling under his touch. “I missed you, you asshole.” I laugh tearily, feeling his thumbs catch every drop that leaves my eyes. He cranes my head to look up at him, my face relaxing more into his touch. “I wanna yell at you.” I huff, my fists gently hitting against his chest as he laughs quietly with a shrug.

“Then yell, I can take it.” He whispers, the anger in my mind taken over completely by the look of his soft gaze. “You can tell me you hate me, that you never wanna see me again, but I won’t believe you.” He points out, his cheeks dimpling as he smiles. “If you wanted me out of your life, you would’ve hit me already.” He chuckles, my lips pulling together in a tight lipped teary smile, knowing his words are true. But the smile doesn’t stick long, my face falling once more as my heart aches.

“You let me leave.” I mutter, tears still streaming down my cheeks as he sighs. “You didn’t come to hug me, to say goodbye. You just let me leave and then you ignored me for years.” I whimper, his head nodding smally as his lips tug down into a frown. “I needed you, Elliot.” I fist his shirt in my fingers, the feeling of him so close is so familiar, so comforting. It’s like we never even spent time away from each other, the want- the need- to be in his arms again tugging me to him.

“I know… I’m sorry, bug. I’m the worst.” He whispers, gently running his fingers through my hair to rest on the back of my neck. “You left. I know you didn’t have a choice. It was easier to be angry.” He adds simply, my head nodding as I sniffle. “I didn’t want Rue and Jules to know because I didn’t want them arguing or prying. But I couldn’t get you alone long enough to talk to you.” He whispers, his thumbs gently brushing over the skin of my throat.

“Did you even miss me?” I ask with a quiet hiccup, my tears far and few, drying against the skin of my cheeks. He chuckles softly, his head bobbing up and down in a nod.

“I tried not to, but, you’re like really fucking miss-able.” He chuckles, my head throwing back in a nod. “If I would’ve known you would’ve gotten so pretty, maybe I would’ve stuck around.” He flirts, my eyebrows ticking up as I watch his every move. His every breath, the flutter of his eyes over my body, the way his gaze lingered between my lips and my eyes. “But yeah, I missed you.” He mutters, his eyes sad and soft as I grin. “That what you wanted to hear? You wanted to hear that I was so beyond depressed without you?” He chuckles, my eyes rolling playfully as I nod with a giggle. His hands move quickly, wrapping around my waist to pull me into his arms. I immediately respond, my fingers winding in his hair as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck. He hugs me close to him, the bone crushing grip making quiet sobs leave my lips. “Course I missed you.” He whispers, a gentle kiss being placed on my shoulder as I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes fall closed, never wanting the hug to break, not wanting to return to normal life. If I could just stay in this bathroom, in his arms, for the rest of my life, I would be okay. His arms gently slack but mine get tighter around his neck, not wanting to let him go. “Okay.” He whispers, his arms snaking around my waist once more, not letting go until I say so.

“You owe me so much for the shit that you put me through.” I whisper, feeling his chest rumble in laughter as he nods. “I’m still so mad at you.” I whimper, the words not sounding true as I grip onto him like he’ll vanish from my arms if I let him go.

“I know.” He mutters, his fingers gently squeezing my hips. “I deserve it.” I nod, the feeling of his hair between my fingers making me smile. “We’ve got lots to catch up on.” He whispers, a small hint of mischief in his tone. “Like the fact that you’re now way outta my league.” He giggles, my eyes drying as I laugh, gently pulling away from him to look up at him. He's completely serious, his jaw dropped in a shocked smile. “Seriously, you’re beautiful, Y/n.” He adds genuinely, my cheeks warming as I look away from him bashfully. “Come on, let’s get outta here before they get suspicious.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes as his hands trail down my arms, his fingers brushing against mine. He nods towards the door, reaching for the doorknob. When we notice no sound being heard from the other side, no fighting, he stops.

“They’re either gone, ignoring each other, or making out.” I point out, his eyes widening as he gulps.

“You’re right, let’s stay in here.”

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Truth or Dare- Part 2

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Jacobs!Reader

Summary: Reader wracks her brain over her past with Elliot, hurt by his actions. Reader and Nate have a heart to heart, both of them shocked by the pleasant interaction. Nate helps reader game plan her issues with Elliot.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, angst, friendly Nate Jacobs.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Idea from @apovanity87 love her to pieces. Also I have Elliot smut waiting to be posted. Super pumped.

He’s gotten taller since the last time I saw him; the last day of seventh grade.

I could tell that he recognized me, his breath getting caught in his throat as he switched his gaze to look between Rue and Jules, completely ignoring my presence all together. Ignoring me, ignoring his feelings, that hasn’t changed. He was visibly uncomfortable by my presence and he should be. I never thought that I would ever see him again. That I’d be forced to deal with all the shit that he put me through, how bad of a friend he was at the end. But there I was, standing in the middle of the hallway, remembering everything that happened between us.

I was his best friend.

Like the soul crushing best friend that you worry about losing every day. The friend that you would rather die than live without. The friend that you go to the minute something good or bad happens, the friend that you share firsts with when you’re unable to with anyone else. He was my date to every dance, my partner in crime, the person I spent every waking hour with for almost five years of my life. Every holiday, every New Years, every birthday. He was the only friend that my mother liked, the rest of the girls in my class annoying the shit out of her with the constant screaming and yelling, running around the house in her clothes. But Elliot and I were simple. We didn’t need much supervision and my parents even trusted him enough to sleep over whenever we wanted. They trusted him because they could tell how close we were, how much we needed to spend time with each other. Even when we were sick, my mother would go and pick him up and she would take care of us. We were always sick at the same time because of how much time we spent with each other. If I had the flu, so would he. If I had food poisoning, he most likely did too because we shared all of our food. Our friendship was beyond easy. We would just go on walks, talk and play games; like truth or dare.

The game wasn’t always innocent between him and I. Our lips lingering on one another's as we giggled in my quiet bedroom. To him, I’m sure it was just funny, but to me it was my life's mission. We were best friends, who had entered puberty around the same time, and had a three year long game of truth or dare running. How could you expect us not to kiss? How could you expect u not dare one to kiss the other?

The irony in learning about Jules, Rue and Elliot’s ongoing truth or dare game hurt me was terrible. It hurt me beyond belief, my eyes tearing up the moment that Jules asked him that stupid question. It hurt to watch him light up, his answer being ‘dare’, he always answered dare. He always loved the thrill and he always loved what my mind would come up with. Whether it be kissing me, stealing something from my brothers room, telling my mom a deep dark secret; anything. But watching Jules come up with a dare, her eyes gleaming, it broke my heart.

What hurt me more was the fact that he introduced himself to me like he didn’t know me. He asked my name, shook my hand politely and moved on with his day. Like he didn’t want our friends to know that we knew each other. That we were each other's whole world for so many years. And maybe he was embarrassed of me. Maybe he was still mad at me for moving and he wanted me to pay for all the pain that I caused him. Maybe I deserved it.

When I told him that I was moving away a few months before we did, he was mad.

He didn’t have a good home life when we were younger and I could be mad at him, but I silently hope that it’s better now than what it was then. He immediately wanted to go with me, but in seventh grade, being three hours away from each other with no cell phones meant that our friendship was over. I knew that he had depended on me and my family during our whole friendship. We were inseparable and my family always managed to give him what he never had, even though my family members were slightly on the fucked up side.

I thought I had given him enough time, given us enough time, to come to terms with the fact that I was moving and that things would be different. That we wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in each other's arms, sneak out to go out to eat at midnight, hide in my closet where we’d steal occasional kisses as we hid from my older brothers. I told him I would visit him, that my mom had already offered to drive me all the way back there to see him just so we could see each other. Just so we could hug each other and not have to constantly miss one another. I thought that I had proven to him that I didn’t want to lose him, but it wasn’t good enough.

He was angry and bitter. About the move, that I was leaving him, that I kept coming up with excuses for us to be friends despite the miles between us. He had made it very clear that, to him, I was betraying him. He had been abandoned by so many people in his life, so why not tack me onto the list of people that he hated. I didn’t understand it then, but I can understand now that it was easier to hate me than to feel the loss that he would’ve felt by me leaving.

That doesn’t mean I forgive him even in the slightest.

Looking between him and my friends, the truths and dares leaving their lips as I stood and watched, I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell out all of my feelings, completely bare myself to the whole hallway. I just wanted him to look at me, to understand. I wanted him to miss me, to ask me questions, to hug me. Jules could tell I was off, my eyes locked on the boy as he spoke. I was trying to pick out everything that had changed about him. Obviously his height, his hair, his eyes now much softer, the two tattoos that he always talked about getting sat beautifully on his soft skin. He had better style now and he had little facial hair but it suited him.

But what stuck out the most was his smile. It hadn’t changed in the slightest. Neither had his lips. Lips that I thought about for at least two years straight, my preteen heart completely head over heels for him. I guess I wasn’t so different now.

I eventually ran away, tears streaming down my cheeks as I avoided Rue and Jules’ yells behind me. By the time I got to my car, I was in a complete breakdown, my chest heaving as I folded in on myself. It was as if looking into his eyes, watching him distance himself from me, pretending to not know me, brought up everything that I felt for him. All of the anger, the love, the disappointment. The fact that I missed him for so long and he never answered my emails whenever I would reach out to him.

I watched him force himself not to care once and now he was doing it again.

So I left, I decided to be done with it. I decided that if he was going to distance himself from me and become best friends with my friends, that I would do the same. I was already done thinking about him, dwelling over him and being sad over him. I ignored Jules’ and Rue’s calls and texts, my bedroom door slamming by the time I got home. My face was immediately shoved into a pillow, the screams that left my lips slowly turned to sobs as I fell apart.

So, I guess I wasn’t done dwelling or being sad.

I eventually got up, my body throwing itself into a shower to wash the sadness off. It worked, sort of. But the anxiety returned the minute I heard Nate’s bedroom door slam in the room next to me. He scared me, he always has, but a part of me always wanted to go over to ask him what was wrong. To find some way to connect with him, get him to open up to someone that wasn’t Maddy. He needed a therapist, sure, but I might be the closest thing he could get to one willingly.

My hand hovers in front of his door, my hello kitty pajamas and damp hair will hopefully remind him I’m still his kid sister and to not hit me. Setting my knuckles against the door a few times, I gently call out his name, my feet shifting my weight nervously back and forth. I wait patiently for a few moments, my stomach swirling with anxiety as I hear commotion inside the room. Soon after, the door flies open, my eyes widening at Nate’s angry state. I back up immediately, putting distance between us as he glares down at me.

“What do you want?” He asks with a sneer, my eyebrows pulling together as I shake my head quickly, the words getting stuck in my throat.

“Uh, you said you wanted to talk earlier and then we got cut off so…” I trail off, my eyes flickering between his and the floor, worried that he might snap at any moment. A few beats go by, my teeth biting at the inside of my cheek as he blinks at me. He doesn’t say anything, but he moves out of the way, leaving a space for me to enter his room. My heart rate decreases, relief filling me as I step under his arm and into his room; a place where he rarely lets me enter. I hesitantly make my way over to his bed, sitting down with a huff.

“You look rough.” Nate points out, closing the door as he leans against the wood. He analyzes me, my eyes briefly rolling at his ‘compliment’. “What happened?” He asks, my eyebrows pulling together as I frown up at him.

“You don’t care. So why ask?” I ask with a simple shrug, no attitude to be had, just the truth. Nate rolls his eyes, a frown tugging his lips down as he kicks off the door, making his way over to me.

“Jesus, Y/n, I’m asking my sister why she looks like she got hit by a bus. Lighten up. I’m not always out to get you.” He snaps with a scoff, my heart thumping as he flops next to me on the bed. I sigh, realizing he’s kind of right and that maybe he was just genuinely asking if I was okay. I don’t want to trust that thought. Laying back on the bed next to him, my eyes don’t leave the ceiling as I speak.

“If I tell you, can you not get mad or find a way to yell at me and make me feel bad?” I ask quietly, my hands messing with the edge of my shirt as I wait for his response. Similarly to Maddy, I never knew what I was getting from him.

“Yeah.” He replies simply with a small sigh, his head turning to look at me as my bottom lip wobbles. His eyebrows pull together at the sight, not typically used to seeing me in a vulnerable state. My guard was always up around him, not wanting him to get an ‘in’, but right now, after the day I had, I couldn’t keep up the barricades that separated me from my brother.

“Do you remember Elliot?” I ask quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as his eyes squint, trying his hardest to piece the puzzle pieces together in his brain. After a moment, realization passes through his gaze, his head bobbing in a nod. “He must’ve moved here because he’s now best friends with Rue and Jules.” I whisper bitterly, a tear falling from my eye and onto the comforter below me. “He pretended to not know me, Nate.” I pout, Nate’s face softening briefly. “And I know we don’t talk, I know you don’t get me or my feelings or any thought process that goes through my head. But it fucking hurt. And no one knows about him. I never told Rue and Jules about him, I didn’t even tell Maddy.” I sigh, reaching up to rub my eyes with my fists. Nate lets out an exasperated sigh, his hand reaching over to pat the top of my head.

“Do you want me to punch him?” He asks briefly, a loud teary laugh leaving my lips at his words. “Cuz I could really use someone to hit right now, especially if they fucking deserve it.” He chuckles, my head shaking as I roll my eyes playfully. “You act like I didn’t see how mopey and miserable you were after we left. I’m not that terrible of a brother.” He points out, bumping his elbow against my side as I snort.

“You threw a ceramic bowl at my head.” I add, deadpanning as I look over at him. His mouth opens to say something, but closes quickly after realizing I’m completely right.

“That’s valid, yeah.” He whispers with a small laugh. “You broke my nose, don’t think I haven’t forgotten about that.” He remembers with an offended gasp, a smirk on his lips as I roll my eyes, rolling over onto my stomach to look at him.

“You deserved it!” I giggle, shoving him as he huffs. “But seriously, you don’t need to punch him. I’m sure he’d be surprised to see you though. He was always afraid of you when we were kids.” I explain, his eyes widening at my words, obviously surprised. “Yeah, all of my other friends were too busy being in love with you while he was busy being utterly terrified of you.” I snicker, my face falling to rest in my hands.

“I think that’s like my job as an older brother, right? Scaring the punks who are in love with my sister?” He asks, my head shaking as I frown sadly at his false memory of Elliot's feelings towards me. “It’s probably why he was so mad at you when we moved, Y/n.” He adds, my eyes looking at him intently to make sure he’s not fucking with me. Now, Nate’s stupid but he does have a point. That would explain a lot.

“Whatever.” I deflect, my mind deciding to put that on the back burner for the moment. “I don’t know what to do. Right now I’m just going to ignore them all.” I huff, his head bobbing in an agreeable nod. “I’m a real Jacobs’ now, ignoring my problems, hoping and praying that they’ll go away.” I chuckle, Nate’s eyes rolling as he grins.

But the grin doesn’t last long, his eyebrows pulling together in frustration, his lips pulling down into a conflicted frown. I watch as a series of emotions pass over his face, worry filling my belly as I wait for him to speak. “Nate?” I whisper softly, catching his attention as his eyes flicker over to me, his chest rising in a deep, strenuous breath.

“I don’t know how to tell you this without you thinking I’m fucking crazy or something. I can’t tell you why I know this or how. I just need to tell someone and I can’t talk to Aaron.” He huffs, my head nodding slowly in a silent promise. I watch as he bites the inside of his cheek nervously, his eyes focusing on his ceiling as he continues. “I think dad might be gay. No, I know he’s gay.” He says calmly, my eyes blinking at him rapidly as I process his words. I’m sorry… say what? “I can’t tell you yet why I think that, I just-” He cuts himself off, dragging a hand over his face as he sighs. “I’ve been holding onto that for a fucking while and I needed to tell you. I know I give you a ton of shit but you’re smart, so.” He trails off, my jaw slack as I think over his words.

You know what? Now that he mentions that, I can kind of see it.

If it was true, it would mean that he’s like the most stereotypical closeted gay. The type that shoves that side of him down, fucks women, and has a family that he ends up hating. He was a fucking wrestler in high school. That says enough about his sexuality. He never kisses my mother, hugs her, anything. He was very tough, never hugging or spending time with me especially but he was different with Aaron. He didn’t like Nate or I but he resented Aaron and I’ve heard him say it with my own ears. He seems to almost resent my mom sometimes too but I know that he got her pregnant with Aaron when they were still teenagers. They were barely even together too. My mom would tell me the story about how she originally met my dad watching him wrestle with his best friend. How in love she immediately was and how much she wanted him. I always thought that was sweet, but now with Nate’s confession, how sure he seems, the proof that he’s unable to tell me, it makes it seem a whole lot less sweet. That would also mean that my dad never really had the time to branch out, explore, get to know himself. And in the day and age that he grew up, I wouldn’t put it past him.

That’s sad.

“Y/n?” Nate’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my body flopping back onto the bed as I sigh. “You think I’m right, don’t you?” He asks, sitting up straighter to look down at me, his eyes hopeful. The worry on his face, how distraught he looked at school, it made me wonder how long he had been holding onto this for. Was it months? Years?

It made my issues with Elliot almost seem microscopic.

“Yeah, I think you have a valid case.” I whisper, a relieved sigh leaving Nate’s lips as he rests his head in his hands. I sit up, my eyes watching him as he lets out a shuttered sigh. I gently raise my hand, patting his back as he groans. “I’m glad you told me. Better have both of us worried about it instead of one of us just panicking silently.” I snort, his head nodding as he sends me a sorry smile.

“You’re not that bad of a sister, you know that, right?” He asks softly, my shoulders shrugging as my heart drops. He gently reaches over, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to pull me into his side. “You don’t get enough credit for putting up with me.” He whispers, a snort leaving my lips.

“I’m well aware. I deserve a fucking award for putting up with your ass, Nathaniel.” I giggle, poking his arm as he shoves me onto the ground with a chuckle. My body hits the floor with a thump, his eyes squinting as he laughs, a fake frown appearing on my lips. I pout as I writhe around on the floor, a fake cry leaving my lips. “Mom! Nate pushed me!” I yell, Nate immediately swearing under his breath, knowing that our mom is going to take that statement seriously. She had separated us during fistfights, so maybe it was kind of mean to bring her into this joke. Nate bursts out in laughter as he looks towards the door, the sound of my mothers footsteps up the stairs making us both freeze. Giggles leave my lips as Nate rushes off the bed, tripping over me to open the door before my mom can. I watch as she looks between Nate and I, her hands on her hips as the two giggle. She sighs with a quiet scoff, shaking her head.

“If someone would’ve told me that my two youngest kids would get alone, I’d be shocked.” She says simply, Nate turning to grin at me as I sit up, looking at my mom with a shrug.

“This only means we’re gonna start ganging up on you.” I wink at my mother, her eyes rolling as she turns around, leaving as quickly as she came. Nate looks back at me with a tight lipped smile, his eyes wide as he shuts his door. “I think we scared her.” I whisper, watching as he throws his head back in laughter. He leans against the door again, my laughter quieting down as I recall my previous issues. Nate picks up on the attitude change in the room, a small, sad sigh leaving his lips at the sight of my pout.

“I know there’s nothing we can do about dad right now but. The thing with you and Elliot can be handled." He points out suddenly, my intrigued gaze looking up at him, waiting. "Just kill him with kindness. Hang out with Rue and Jules, flirt with douchebags in front of him. Make him come to you.” Nate shrugs, his advice making my head spin with new thoughts and ideas. “We Jacobs’ know how to fake it till we fucking make it.” He winks, my head nodding knowingly as I try my best to come up with a plan in my head for the following school day. He was completely right. Nothing would piss Elliot off more than if I treated him like his presence doesn't impact me. If I treated him how he's been treating me. My thoughts don’t get very far before Nate is clearing his throat, nodding to the door. “Okay, sibling bonding time is over. Get out of my fucking room.”

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#!!!! #WE LOVE FUN SIBLING CONTENT #WE LOVE SIBLINGS WHO OFFER TO BEAT PEOPLE UP FOR EACH OTHER #AKHDJDJD #WE LOVE !!!! #also pls the overdramatic middle school friend breakup we have all been there !! #truly the most chaotic emotions i have ever experienced #so psyched for part 3 babes #✨🤍🥰🤍🥰🤍🥰🥰🥰☁️☁️✨✨🥰🥰🤍🤍 #those emojis mean ily

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DOMINIC FIKE Calvin Klein — Renell Medrano (2021)

#i don’t know why #but the photo where he’s bent over #photo 3 #makes me think about an elliot x reader pegging fic #alhddjjd #goodbye !!! jesus doesn’t love me anymore lmao #so sorry to my 12 years of catholic school

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Can I request Elliott x reader where reader does the whole dance scene rue did in ep. 3 and Elliot catches her when he comes to pick her up for school?

This is so cute.

Of course you can have this.

This is a lil blurby boy.

Well if this wasn't the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, I'm not sure what is.

I hold the pillow out, my heart pounding in my chest as Elliot stares at me from the doorway. A smirk dances on his lips, his shoulder leaned against the doorframe as his eyebrows quirk. We stand in silence for a moment, the pillow dropping from my hands and onto the floor with a thump.

"I'm gonna be honest," he begins with a small laugh, taking a step towards me, "I stood and watched you way longer than I probably should have." My embarrassment breaks, my hands reaching up to cover my face as he laughs loudly.

He had caught me mid dance, the pillow that was discarded to the floor as my dance partner, music blaring through the small speaker in my room. Not all of my moves were completely PG and I can only imagine by the shy smile on Elliot's lips, that he saw everything that I wished he hadn't.

Maybe I could live this down some day?

Let's be honest.

I won't, it's Elliot.

"Is this what you do before school, Y/n?" He teases, his fingers pulling my hands away from my face as I pout up at him.

"Don't make fun of me. I liked the song." I whisper, the music continuing to play as he chuckles softly. His fingers gently move from my wrists, intertwining our fingers together as my cheeks warm.

"Well, who needs a pillow when you can dance with me, hmm? I'm sure I'll enjoy you grinding up on me more than a pillow." He teases, his hands swinging our arms back and forth in between us. I scoff, my eyes rolling as he chuckles. "Come on! Dance with me." He whispers, his hands place mine on his shoulders, his finding a home on my waist. He pulls me to him, his lips pressing against my forehead.

"What about school?" I ask quietly as he sways us back and forth, his fingers slipping under my shirt to dance on my bare skin.

"Fuck school."

#PLEASE #this is so soft and i am so soft and i love this wow 🥺 #love love love ur writing babes ✨🤍 #as always

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Middle of The Night

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Fic Song: Middle of The Night

Summary: This is a request based on Elliot finding out that the reader used to self harm when they were younger. So, trigger warning here.

Warnings: Mentions of self harm and mentions of sex.

Word Count: Less than 500- just short and sweet

Elliot lays between my spread thighs, his head buried into my tummy as he hums in the dark room. My fingers gently rake through his unruly hair, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He smiles softly, content in the moment, the sweat that covered the two of us now dry.

We had spent hours under the sheets, his body moving slowly against my own as his lips traveled every inch of my skin. We needed it. After the long stressful day that we both shared, we needed to be in each others arms, holding onto each other, foreheads pressed together, smiles on our lips, it was perfect.

"What's this?" Elliot calls out softly, his fingers dragging along the inside of my thigh as I shiver, pulling a blanket around my bare body. My eyes lock on the scars painted across my inner thigh as I frown. I never really told him, did I? The tips of his fingers dance over the sensitive skin, a small hiss leaving my lips. "Oh." He whispers in realization, his chin tilting up to look at me with sad, wide eyes. "Are there more?" He asks, his eyes fluttering to the other thigh to find nothing. He lets out a breath of relief, his lips leaning forward to leave kisses on my skin. "Never noticed them before. I'm sorry, angel." He mutters against my thigh, his hands gently rubbing up and down my calf.

"I'm okay, Elly. Promise." I whisper, sitting up completely to look down at him. His head rests in my lap, my hands reaching to cup his cheeks as he smiles softly. "They're from a while ago. Not since you." I reassure, his face relaxing at my words. His eyes flutter closed, my thumbs brushing up against his cheekbones as he sighs gently.

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#okay wait #i have the funniest fucking story to go with this #so i have self harm scars #and like i just started lying and saying their birth marks bc idk #embarrassment ??? awkwardness ??? anxiety ??? #take ur pick #but #i was with a guy once who said #“oh! a girl i dated in high school had the same birth marks! isn’t that wild?’ #and i was like ‘…. yeah #wild.’ #like amdbjsjdjd #straight men truly have two brain cells that they all share #i swear to god #ALSO I LOVE THIS ITS SO CUTE

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Truth or Dare- Part 1

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Jacobs!Reader

Summary: An introduction to the reader and the people around her. It really introduces her family and how she views them, along with her friends. An unexpected person enters the readers life at the end.

Warnings: Cliffhanger, I know you guys hate me already. Swearing, mentions of sex, Nate Jacobs, and mentions of abuse.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Hi guys! So in this I do a bit off the original story line with the Jacob's family. I'm really looking forward to this series and I think you guys will really like it. ALSO THIS IDEA WAS BROUGHT TO YOU GUYS FROM @apovanity87 She is a genius, go give her a follow❤️Also I'm so disappointed in the reviews for tonights episode like.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I absolutely hate my family.

I get that sounds morbid and makes me seem, like, the worst person in the universe because family is supposed to be first and foremost thing in your life, right?

Wrong. So wrong. Out of this fucking world wrong.

The stereotypes, the lessons, the expectations, all suffocating. My family is suffocating. They’ve been like this since I was a child. My father would demand the most from me, my small frame in the shadows of my older, more successful siblings. Plain and simple. I knew that when people looked at us, they saw success, money, greatness. They looked at us like we were family of the year, like we had all of our shit together.

I’m sorry, if you can look at my family, like actually look at them, you’d realize we are the furthest from having our shit together. We were falling apart at the seams and have been for years and years. Practically my whole life.

People forget that we didn’t always live like we live now. Our big house, the cars, the closets full of high end clothes. My dad wasn’t always successful in his business and I wasn’t always this privileged. We used to live in a small house in the middle of a bad neighborhood. My mother would worry every day that I would get hurt just walking down the street to the corner store. We lived a few hours away from where we live now, but it’s amazing how much difference a few hours can make. The difference in people, experiences, schools. My dad’s business never flourished there so in middle school, we moved to our beautiful town and made our mark. Well, my dad did. The rest of us just watched and went where he did.

My brothers are meatheads who have zero personality that’s their own, their eyes conveying zero emotion at all times. Like robots, honestly. Thankfully, I only ever have to deal with one of them at a time, my eldest brother away with his own screwed up family.

He was my dad's twin. He got a girl pregnant at a young age, when I was still fairly young, became a shitty excuse for a dad to two beautiful, innocent children and then proceeded to see none of us on holidays. We got a yearly Christmas card and the kids looked like they had a gun to their heads. From what I saw, he treated his children just like my dad treated us. Like he was a drill sergeant and his kids were these little soldiers he could teach to be just like him. Just like our dad. I’ve only met his wife once and I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her situation with my brother. His drinking, his anger. Just like my dad and just like Nate. He was unapologetically him but he should’ve been apologizing. Quite frankly, no one liked him and he should have to apologize every time he opens his stupid mouth.

The two of them, my brothers, have no tears to cry, no smiles to be shared, and they are master manipulators. They have been for the longest time and it was something that I did not fuck with. I’ve always hated when they use people for their own gain; picking up people like they were chess pieces, moving them where they see fit. And what’s messed up is a lot of people just let them do it, just happy to have the attention of one of the Jacobs’. But it was a learned ability that my brothers picked up on throughout the years. How they turned out so fucked up is beyond me still. Some of its nature, sure, some of it’s nurture. But shouldn’t being a goddamn human with emotions kind of be in our genetic wiring?

I guess not.

My father is an even bigger meathead. Maybe ‘alpha male’, ‘head of household’ were better terms to use for him. He likes cooking complicated meals, having us all sit down together as a ‘family’, praising and validating the meal he cooked. He likes football, ingraining this toxic masculinity into his sons, and his favorite; ignoring his daughter since she hit puberty. He has this fucked up thing with women. He barely likes my mother and I think he hates me for the fact that I’m so much like her. He wishes he could manipulate me in the way he did my brothers because, if he could, I would be this unstoppable force for him to use to get what he wants.

And I would. That’s not that far off. But I don’t like giving him a simple hug goodnight let alone giving him any sort of power over me.

Like I said, my mom is fine, truly, she’s alright. She doesn’t do a lot, doesn’t speak up much. It’s not that she doesn’t have anything to say, it’s just that she’s always been afraid to say what’s on her mind. I can’t blame her. She’s married to my father, the infamous Cal Jacobs. She really just likes to stay home, her eyes glued to a book. Or sometimes she likes to bury herself in cleaning supplies, making sure the house is spotless for when my dad and brother come home from football practice. She likes to wait for me to come home from school, waiting with popcorn so we can watch shows like the Bachelorette or any reality TV show. We liked those shows because they make us feel like our lives are a little less weird, a little less phony or staged. She’s the only one in my family who feels like an actual family member. The rest of them are just robots or some social experiment gone wrong.

Regardless of the copious amounts of trauma and fucked up, hidden secrets in my family, I had a decent life. I was never beaten as a kid, though I’m sure you can count my dad as some form of walking emotional abuse. I’ve always gotten good grades and I’m a cheerleader. What more can a girl need? I have plenty of friends, all fucked in their own way and all varying on the scale of popularity. All of the time that I don’t spend at home, I love. Because I’m free to do what I want, whenever I want.

“Are you listening to me or are you just staring into space again like a lunatic?” Maddy’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my gaze turning to look at her as she waits. “You’re such a weirdo, Y/n. You weren’t even listening, fuck, okay. So, you need to tell your fucked up in the head brother to return my calls. He’s been MIA for three days now.” Maddy fixes her makeup in the bathroom mirror, my arms hoisting me onto the counter next to her.

Maddy’s been my best friend since middle school.

She used to be a whole lot nicer that she is now, but maybe that’s because every year that goes by, she gives less of a fuck than the year prior. She’s wanted to be royalty since we were little. She was always the one with the crown when we played, the mom when we played house, the princess, but now she was the queen. The queen of our high school at least and my brother has been her king for a while. Maybe a bit too long. Though I disagreed with their relationship, it being fucked, dark and miserable since day one, I could tell that without him, she sufferred. They had this weird trauma bond that always drew them back to each other and as stupid as it was for Maddy to put herself through heartbreak every week, they were more in love than my parents ever would be. At least they had passion.

“I’m not his keeper, girl. I don’t know why you don’t just break into my house and find him yourself. You literally have a key.” I deadpan, my head tilting at her as she points her mascara wand at me. “You know I’m right, Mads.” I snort, my legs swinging in front of me as I wait for a potentially snarky reply. It was safe to assume that any word that left her mouth was going to be an inch away from bitchy.

“I don’t want him to think I’m some desperate, crazed bitch.” She gives her half assed explanation with an eye roll, a scoff leaving my lips at the absurdity of her words.

“You are a crazed bitch. I wouldn’t love you nearly as much if you weren’t.” I giggle, a smirk breaking out across Maddy’s lips as she nods knowingly at me. She knows that one of the things I admire most about her was her ‘can do’ attitude and the fact that she didn’t care about what people thought of her. She was her own individual and she didn’t care who liked her and who didn’t. She rubbed off on me in a good way with that belief system. She helped me become way less self conscious and feel better about my overall self; body and mind.

She could make you feel great about yourself when she wanted to.

She typically didn’t like to make people feel good. But I was an exception.

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out.” Maddy huffs, the bell above us ringing as she thwacks my thigh. “Later bitch, I’ll text you.” She sends me a wink before picking up her things off of the counter. I watch her with a smile as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, before leaving.

I huff, hopping down from the counter as I look at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t Maddy. I didn’t have her confidence, her looks, her sense of superiority. I was average if anything, or at least that’s how I always viewed myself. I had good bone structure and room for potential, I was a Jacobs afterall.

Gathering my things, I brush my hair out of my face as I exit the now bustling bathroom. It gets its busiest between classes, obviously, so Maddy and I use our joint free periods to reconvene and relax. Instead of using a free room, we choose to look at ourselves in the mirror and compare tits. It’s honestly cathartic.

Stepping out into the hallway, my eyes look around for someone else that I can latch onto. One thing I hated about Maddy and her obsession with not being late to class was the fact that I was alone without her. So I also try my best to find someone else that I can walk and talk with. And today’s victim will be…

“Hey, I need you to come with me!” Whipping around, my question answers itself with Jules who stands behind me, her eyes full of tears. My heart pounds at the sight, immediately reaching out to take her hands in mine as kids rush past us.

Jules has been my friend since she moved here last year. Fezco liked to say that she looked like she just walked out of an anime, which was accurate, I’m not gonna lie. She was beautiful, strong, and she was unapologetically her. She still is. She’s always honest, she’s always prepared to go to war for whoever she loves, and she was always a good person to stay with when my family is unbearable. She was a better friend and person than Maddy was, more supportive, less robotic. She had a complicated love life, a history with older men kind of stunted her ability to love someone normally, but her relationship with Rue is something that seems to inspire me.

Her love for that girl is unfathomable to me.

Rue was another one of my friends. She’s probably my brother Nate’s least favorite friend of mine. He’d rather me be best friends with his slightly psychotic girlfriends than for me to hang out with Rue. I don’t know, sometimes I like to think that he’s just being a protective older brother, worried that Rue’s drug issue might lead me down a bad path. But I think the real reason was that Rue had shit on Nate and it was something that Nate didn’t want to get out. I was friends with her nonetheless, though I never asked about the things she knew about my family. I didn’t want to know what others thought of the rest of them, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.

“So, I’m being dramatic.” Jules sobs as she sits down on the bench outside. After she approached me and asked for my help, I followed her all the way outside to achieve privacy. I watch her, worried, as she sniffles and groans. “Rue has this new friend and he’s like kind of obsessed with her. I don’t know how she feels about him, and we just started being okay. He seems really great but- like, I don't know what to do.” She buries her face in her hands, my fingers gently combing through her hair as she cries. I gently take her into my arms, my mind spinning.

Rue wasn’t exactly the most clear about her sexuality. Not like Jules has been. Jules has been very open with her sexuality from the beginning and how she feels about the people around her. Though she wasn’t interested in men anymore, that doesn’t mean that Rue wasn't. She never specified. I just think that taking a deep trip into her sexuality wasn’t like Rue and even if Jules wanted her to be that way, she wasn’t. She liked who she liked and it didn’t really bother her. But I can tell by the freaked out look on Jules’ face that she doesn’t understand that mindset.

“I don’t think you’re being dramatic, Jules, but the first place your mind goes is to the worst case scenario.” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she groans yet again. “And, you tend to run, instead of just asking Rue flat out.” I laugh quietly, her head nodding as she looks back up at me. She looks pathetic, her mascara traveling down her cheeks as she sniffles.

“I know, I just, she pretended not to know him and apparently he just moved here and I’m just worried…” She trails off, her eyes gazing down at her phone that has multiple unread texts from Rue. “I should talk to her, I know. She’s my girlfriend and I should just stop being so insecure and just-” She cuts herself off with a huff, looking down at her phone as it rings. “I’m sorry for bugging you with this. I’m sure you have class or your own stuff going on.” She whispers but I quickly shake my head, brushing away any of her concerns.

“I’m all ears, babes.” I whisper with a gentle shrug, watching as she nods gently, clearing her throat. “Let me know what happens, okay? Let me know if I need to intervene.” I giggle, a smile finally breaking through on her lips as she gives me a soft smile. She stands up, gently patting my head as she makes her way past me and back into the school. I pull my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on my knees as I sigh. Now what?

Looking around, now bored out of my mind, I watch as my brother steps out of the school and into the courtyard. Fuck. Cursing under my breath, I look away, praying that he doesn’t see me and he doesn’t come over to me. I know that to all the people who have a normal, healthy relationship with their siblings, this might seem weird. Most siblings get in fights and go through periods of not liking each other, right? Yeah, sure. But Nate cannot stand me. He can’t stand my existence and he’s made it quite clear. We’ve gotten in fist fights, I broke his nose once, and one time he even went as far as yelling at my mom for getting pregnant with me. He hates me. So, the last thing I need is him coming over and getting in my business, even if that just meant asking me a question. We didn’t interact at home and we only interacted at school if we were forced to; it was for the best.

But, luck was not on my side and if there is a god, they’re not for me because the minute my brother sees me, he’s marching towards me. I can tell almost immediately that he's fed up about something. He always is. He’s always got a bitch baby face on, his eyebrows pulled together. Almost like a three year old who doesn’t get what they want. Tantrum is the right term.

“I need to talk to you.” He says simply when he approaches me, sitting down next to me on the bench. He tosses his bag to his side, his elbows resting on his knees as he shoves his face into his hands. Interesting… you need me?

“Do I have a sign written across my face that says ‘free therapy’? Because first your girlfriend, then Jules, and now you.” I chuckle, my eyes rolling as I stretch out my legs, leaning back in my seat to look at Nate. He looks distraught, the bags under his eyes bigger than normal. He was still recovering from the absolute beating he took on New Years, obviously obsetting Fezco, the friendly neighborhood drug dealer. He probably deserved it. Nate looks back at me with an unamused look, a huff leaving my lips at the sight. “We don’t talk Nate. Why ask me for help when you don’t care about anything that I have to say?” I ask, my eyebrows pulling together as he sighs loudly.

“Because, whether I like it or not, we both came from the same nut sack which makes you legally obligated to deal with my shit.” He shrugs simply with a small smile, a laugh actually coming out of my mouth at his words. Is that an olive branch I see? “Especially when it involves our dad.” My heart stops at the words, his face serious and jaw tight as I wait for him to go on. “I know we hate each other. I get that, but I need your help.” My head bobs at his words, sitting up straighter to be able to analyze him a bit better.

“Sure, yeah Nate, what’s up?” I ask cautiously, my head spinning in worry as he takes a deep breath but before he can speak, a soul crushing screech distracts him and knocks me off guard.

“Nate!” Maddy’s voice echoes throughout the area, his face falling as he rolls his eyes.

“Fuck. I’m in trouble.” He mutters, his gaze catching mine as I shake my head, stunned. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll tell you then.” He nods, patting me briefly on the shoulder before getting up to approach Maddy. I watch as her face lights up, her gaze flickering to me as she sends me a soft smile and a wave.

The rest of the day passed without any drama, the thought of what Nate has to tell me bugging me. He never, ever, seems that worried. Never did he seem worried enough to actually bring me in on something. The fact that he said it’s about our dad too freaks me out. What could he possibly have told me that I don’t already know? I knew our dad was a messed up man who had way too much power for his own good.

“Hey!” I throw a look over my shoulder at Jules who approaches me, Rue following her close behind. I look between the two as I shut my locker, my eyes squinted at Jules. She sends me a reassuring smile, almost telling me that they figured it out. Thank god. “Hey, so we want you to meet someone.” Jules smiles, reaching over to take Rue’s hand in hers.

“I honestly think you’ll like him more than us.” Rue chuckles quietly, her pupils blown and expressions tired. She’s high out of her mind right now, isn’t she? I nod with a smile, pulling the straps of my backpack tighter against my shoulders. “We texted him a minute ago. He’s a bit of an airhead so we gotta give him a minute.” Jules chuckles at her girlfriend's words, but my mind seems to be elsewhere, my brother's words making my stomach twist painfully.

“Hey, you okay?” Jules gently reaches out, placing a hand on my shoulder as I take a deep breath, nodding slowly, but the girls see right through me.

“My brother told me earlier that he needs to talk to me about something tonight.” I reply simply, both of the girls’ eyes widening in fear. “Yeah.” I scoff nervously, reaching up to rub my face as I try to put the ruminating thoughts to the back of my mind.

“Oh shit.” Rue chuckles quietly, shaking her head as her curls fall in her face. “I can’t even imagine how scared shitless you are. Like Nate is shit at talking, and he wants to talk to you?” Jules reaches over, gently slapping Rue on the chest as Rue hisses. “What?! I’m just saying what we’re literally all thinking.” Jules rolls her eyes with a small smile, my head bobbing in a nod.

“No, you’re right. I’m nervous.” I breath out a forced breath, shaking my head as I wave off their concern. “But anyways, a new friend and it’s a guy. That’s always good for me, right?” I giggle, Jules nodding excitedly. She must’ve had a really good heart to heart with Rue because, only hours ago, she was freaking out and panicking over this guy. Now she seemed like she was completely at bay about his presence in her girlfriend's life. He must be really fucking amazing for her insecurities to vanish as quickly as they did.

“Oh hey, there he is!” Jules cheers, looking past me as my head turns gently, my eyes looking for who they're pointing at. “He’s got bleached hair on top. It’s super cute.” She chuckles, but my eyes can’t find who they’re looking at.

Then it dawns on me. He looks almost familiar, his tall frame makes his way towards us, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Is that…

“Yo, Rue. Hey, what's going on?” The boy asks, bouncing on his feet as he grins, his eyes fluttering between the girls and then to me. Holy fucking shit. His brown eyes focus on me, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times in shock, realization passing through his face as he clears his throat.

“Y/n, this is Elliot, the guy we told you about.” Jules grins, wrapping her arm around mine as my heart drops, my throat constricting at the sight of his handsome smile. He’s changed a lot. His hair is a lot longer, he’s grown a few inches but his dumb, stupid smile is still the same, along with the beautiful color of his eyes. Fuck. He looks at me, the sound of my name making his eyebrows quirk up as his gaze gets stuck on mine. A few moments go by before he sticks his hand out with a polite smile, motioning for me to shake it but I can’t seem to move. Fight or flight, aye?

Does he not remember me?

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#first of all #WHAT #THE SUSPENSE #U ARE KILLING ME BABES #HOW DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER PLEASEEE #also we love sibling plot lines even if (unfortunately) that sibling is nate #ALSO #reading this after watching the episode um #elliot u are on thin fucking ice #u too jules #i love rue and yeah she fucks up but #she doesn’t deserve your guys shit #anyway love your writing babes !!!

[plantlungs]

elliot x reader sneaking around together because they don’t want their friends to know they’re together + them getting caught

Love this idea!

Also keep an eye out, I'm posting part one of my Elliot fic today! It'll be around 10 parts😉

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of sexual activity.

Word Count: 1k

It wasn't that we didn't want people to find out.

It was just that we didn't want them to find out.

Both Rue and Jules were the nosiest people we've ever had the pleasure of meeting. They were constantly in every aspect of my business; my sex life, romantic life, school life. Anything that they could figure out how to wiggle themselves into, they were in it. And they did the same to Elliot, constantly prying.

It was difficult to not tell them. But it was also kind of stupid on their part for not noticing it sooner. Elliot had a hard time keeping his hands and lips off of me throughout the day. I wished that he could have a better handle on it, waiting until we got home. But he could never wait the few hours. How they didn't know was beyond me. Especially, the days we would both come into school, absolutely exhausted, hickies lining both of our necks. We were barely even trying. They were none the wiser. They never put two and two together that it was because we were together. They never even asked.

They had almost caught us a few times. The last time was at Rue's house, Elliot and I tucked inside the bathroom as Jules and Rue were sleeping. He just wanted a kiss but of course it always turned into more. It always turned into more with him. We were both needy, our hands all over each other, lips traveling. Rue ended up bursting in the door, high out her mind and, in the dark light, she didn't see us pressed against the wall.

Within the almost eight months that we had been together, only one person found out. And that was Maddy.

I swore her to secrecy, her face warm and her laugh loud as she folded in half. She had caught us in a closet at a party, our bodies pressed together. She immediately burst out laughing, pointing between us as she swore up a storm. I then had to explain to her that we didn't want anyone to know. We wanted to be private and have no one involved in our love life.

She then proceeding to intervene in our love life. She made me tell her everything following that day and that was her cost for secrecy.

But today was different. Something happened between Jules and Rue because they seemed even more perceptive.

They both looked between Elliot and I, constantly stealing questionable glances as we converse. I could tell that Elliot was trying his best to ignore their gazes, his eyes locked on mine as he smiles. The day was normal other than their glances, the truth or dare game we've been apart of for a week now continuing on.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Jules asks with a smile, hunched over the table as Elliot's knee bumps against mine under the table. Thinking for a moment, I study the look in Jules' eyes, wondering if she's going to be mean or not. Taking a chance, I reply.

"I'll do a truth. I don't trust you enough at the moment to do dare." I giggle, Rue nodding knowingly as Jules scoffs with an eye roll.

"Fine..." She trails off for a moment, her mind running wild as she tries her best to come up with something. I watch as she shares a look with Rue, a secret conversation shared between the two of them. "When was the last time you had sex?" Jules tilts her head inquisitively, my cheeks heating up at her question.

My mind goes back to last night, Elliot's face in between my thighs for hours. It was possibly the most exhausted he ever made me, my chest heaving and mind spinning as he smirked. Today was one of those days that I came in a little too tired. Only Maddy seemed to notice. I clear my throat, pushing the memory from my mind as I look back up to my friend.

"Uh, last night." I cringe, a loud laugh leaving Rue's lips as she slaps her hands on the table. She looks between Elliot and I, her eyes wide as I turn to him. He sends me a shrug before looking back to Rue, the both of us waiting for her to speak her mind.

"Elliot, you texted me last night that you just got your dick sucked!" She points at the boy before looking to me. "You guys are hooking up, aren't you?" Rue asks, Jules looking between us with a new sense of realization. My jaw slacks a bit, no words leaving my lips as I look to Elliot. His eyes are wide, his hand coming up to rub against his jaw nervously.

"Uh..." He mutters, his eyes urging me to say something, that he didn't know how to handle this. "Not hooking up, no..." He trails off, his voice not very convincing as I rest my face in my hands. Letting out a small groan, I feel someone kick me under my table. Sneaking a glance at Jules, she looks at me expectantly.

"Fine." I huff, looking to Elliot as he bites the inside of his cheek. "Not hooking up. But we've been together. For a while." I explain vaguely, Rue losing her shit as she slaps Jules on the back.

"I knew it!" The girl cheers, looking to her girlfriend who is completely and utterly shocked.

"How long?" Jules asks through a stutter, her eyes blinking wildly.

"Eight months. Almost." Elliot adds, his hand reaching over to gently rest on my thigh. I'm comforted by the movement, my shoulders relaxing briefly as I look between the girls in front of me. They share a glance, both of them shocked before smiles break out across their lips.

"Well, I'm mad you didn't tell me but shit, guys, this is awesome!" Jules cheers, reaching her hand up to give me a proud high five. I giggle, taking it gladly. I feel Elliot wrap an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as he presses a kiss to my temple. "The cost of you lying is that you guys need to go on double dates with us." Jules looks to Rue, her grin not fading as I sigh. Looking to Elliot, he sends me a soft smile, his head bobbing in a gentle nod.

"Deal."

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#so ! freaking ! cute !!!! #also pls the cost of u lying is double dates like yes pls #i’ll go on a double date with rue and jules anywhere #but first to therapy 🥰 #gonna kidnap all of the characters and take them to therapy i think #🥰🥰🥰 #bc i can fix them 🥺😌🤍🥰