#sorry elliot I’m letting u down

[mensmommymilkers]

Had to draw the trio from from my fave book by @sarahreesbrennan as I reread for the millionth time 😮‍💨 They’re so fun

[simonsrosebud]

“It becomes kind of a lost and found situation” MY GOD. I WANT TO KNOW MORE PRETTY PLEASE

AHHH my wish is ur command, this is the full rundown on how Andrew stumbled upon Blake and brought her and Elliot into his and Neil’s family

So Andrew waits in the shed and catches her when she opens it. Mans is bored okay let him live.

Blake drops the bike and tries to run, and promptly trips in the still wet grass from when it rained an hour before. She kinda twists her ankle and tries to run again but can’t, and Andrew tells her to get up. She’s the same height as him and all fight, yet quickly folds when reality sinks. She begs him with mud on her arms and side of the face not to call the police or her dad “I-I was just- the 24 hour pharmacy is six miles away and I can’t drive and I just needed-” she’s close to hyperventilating and starts trying to back away. And Andrew tells her to knock it off. “You do this three times a week” boom got her. “I… I work there.” “At the pharmacy” “At the checkout counter,” she scowls. “At midnight” “I have school” “Not at 4pm” “I- look, are you going to get me in trouble or not?” “Contemplating it. Tell me the truth first.”

Blake works at the 24 hour CVS at 12-4am bc she doesn’t trust leaving her brother at home when she’s not there. Night time is safe bc everyone is asleep and safe. When she tells Andrew her brother is 14 and not like 3 he tries not to assume the worst. Because of this, he gives her Neil’s ratty old bike that’s been sitting for years, pumps the tires, and drops it on the grass for her. “Petal with one foot”

I should mention that he does this not bc he feels bad about her working at 15 years old but because he can’t won’t afford to get involved. She’s not his kid, she doesn’t know him, he has no ties or responsibility to her. He doesn’t know her situation, she never says anything about abuse and not every situation is like his own past, but he just has this sick feeling anyway.

That should’ve been the end of it, but two weeks later the bike shows up back in the shed looking like it’s been run over. A note attached reads “i’m sorry”. Andrew leaves $20 by the electric bike and writes “take the fucking bus” under her handwriting. 4 days later the money is gone.

Blake is gone for another 4 weeks, and then when Andrew can’t sleep one night he sits outside smoking a tiny bit of weed (bc Neil made him give up cigarettes long ago) and he catches her walking down the sidewalk. She freezes bc she was definitely about to borrow the electric bike again. This time he allows it. Neil hasn’t used the thing consistently since he was 38 (4 yrs ago) anyway.

2 weeks later he catches her outside again, this time texting Renee who is on the other side of the world for something he doesn’t care enough about, and Blake has a bruise on her jaw and a cut on her cheek, bandages around her one wrist/hand. “Bicycle accident” is what she says. “Funny. The bicycle is scuff free” He sees the brief panic in her face. “Who is hurting you?” bigger panic “No one, you’re crazy” “Maybe once. I know abuse when I see it” “fuck you, you don’t know me” he scares her off. No trace of Blake for 2 months, bike untouched.

2 months later, Andrew goes to the 24 hour CVS to get smth idk, not thinking ab it being Blake’s workplace, but what do u know? Blake is at the counter wearing a turtleneck in summer. She doesn’t notice him w her headphones in, and smth in Andrew cracks when she lifts a scratched up a bruised hand to lightly pull the neck down and itch, revealing the bruises. Her eyes are hollow when she sees him, recognition insignificant, but as soon as she realizes what he’s rlly looking at she silently shakes her head as if saying “no, not here, not now, not in front of others pls don’t say anything”.

Andrew leaves without purchasing anything.

However, when she steps outside 20 minutes later post-shift Andrew is waiting on the hood of his car. “If you lie to me, I will call the police and you can let them find out who choked you.”

Scratchy voiced, like she screamed too hard at a concert, she says “No-No please don’t, I can’t- you can’t call the police” “Give me one good reason not to” “He’ll- I’m only 15, they’ll make me quit my job and we can’t to afford- and they’ll split us up, and he- Elliot won’t- he can’t- oh my god” she starts breathing heavily and raggedly and trips over herself into the brick wall of the CVS. She’s never had a panic attack before and she can’t catch her breath and is she allergic to something? Is she dying? Andrew makes her sit without touching her, and waits her out patiently until she’s breathing normally.

“Please don’t call anyone” “Then show me” “Why? What the hell do you even want?” Andrew wishes he had an answer to that but he doesn’t. What does he want? For this kid to not die at the hands of someone else? To get off better than he had? Andrew’s been retired from exy for 6 years now, and sure, he got bored sometimes, but aiding a teenager he didn’t know out of abuse or through the foster system wasn’t something he was really looking to add to his plate.

To be honest, he’d been hoping that the bruises were from a boyfriend that she could just break up with. But Andrew knew better.

He wouldn’t know without seeing her wounds, though, and he’d done the trade game once to know that sometimes it worked. He pulled the sleeve of his shirt up and showed her his scars. She didn’t know who he was, there was no one for her to tell. He didn’t care anymore as it was.

“I gave myself these when I was younger than you. When things got worse, I got myself sent to juvie just to get away from it. I will make you a deal. You tell me the truth about what is going on, and I will get you away from it.”

“Not to juvie, I hope” she jokes meekly. He shakes his head and she just deflates. “It’s our dad” she whispers like he can hear her “He was always rough handed, but then our mom died two years ago and he just started getting really bad. Like, slaps me or spanks me for talking back, or-or throws shit all the time. I had- my hands were all wrapped up cause he threw a vase and it shattered, and I had to clean it up cause he won’t and he just- he just shoved me down into all the broken pieces and it cut me all up” she was crying again, shaking hands pressed to her eyes “and he almost drowned Elliot cause he thought throwing him in the lake over and over again would teach him to swim,” and oh that was an ugly sob “so now I make Elliot st-stay after school for sports and go right to his room after. I’ve been cooking our meals since mom died but dad doesn’t go to the grocery store and sometimes he barely gives me enough money to get food, so I’ve been working-” Blake cuts herself off bc she is trying not to panic again, and when she opens her puffy eyes she’s met with Andrew’s calm but blank stare.

Andrew doesn’t have the luxury of staging a car accident anymore, though. “And the neck?” “I told him I wish he died instead of mom” “Good”. Andrew stands and unlocks the car “We are going to get your brother, and then I am getting you out of the house. How long will it take for him to notice that you’re gone?” Blake looks scared again “I-I don’t know, he’ll notice, but he probably won’t do anything about it until night time. But he-he has my location on my phone”

Easy fix, she turns the location feature off and Andrew drives her to him and Neil’s house first bc he wants Neil as extra help just in case. “The girl that broke into the shed” “Oh, uh, hi? Why is she outside our bedroom?” Andrew switches to German “Her father beats her and favors drowning her brother.” Neil sits up bc okay that’s got his attention, and the first thing he says, albeit cautiously, is, “Does he… do I need to call-” “No” and phew thank god. Neil doesn’t need two confirmed hits on his hands. It’s been 23 years since he got rid of Grayson for Jean.

“We need to go get him out of the house, and in the morning we need to call our lawyer. For them” “Why not the police?” “She said no.” it’s so telling that that’s enough for Neil to get on board “Well, alright. Not forever, but definitely for the night”

Blake is kinda taken back by all of Neil’s scars bc he was sleeping shirtless after all, but then they’re leaving the house again and Blake is on the phone with Elliot that only gives Andriel a one sided convo about “we’re getting out of there for good, pack what you absolutely need, the rest we’ll… i don’t know, we’ll get another time, maybe…. yes, i’ll be there soon. don’t leave your room, i’m gonna go in and pack and then we’re out. quick and quiet, hear me?”

Anyway, luckily their dad isn’t even home they don’t know why. Neil sees Elliot looking through the window as they pull in, and when they follow Blake up the stairs Elliot trips backwards away from them “Who the fuck are they?” “We’re neighbors, kind of. We’re getting you out of here, take it or leave it” “El, it’s fine, please, I promise”

Neil goes with Elliot, who has a black eye and bruises from rough fingers on his forearm. “Dad left in a rampage when he saw you were gone, i told you that job wasn’t fucking worth it”

But then all four of them are safe in Andrew and Neil’s house, and King immediately goes over to Elliot who promptly collapses into a panic attack against the front door. He and Blake sleep in the guest bedroom except they really don’t sleep bc Andrew and Neil can hear the hushed whispers and questions and crying, because they might be in a strangers house and they might not know what comes next but they’re out and they’re safe and they’re going to be okay.

[mushiewrites]

Day 3 - Cuddles

this lil group was requested by @elliot-tword (find the ask here)! this is actually inspired by an ask that actually was sent by elliot (here) and a concept post I made a while back (here), just with our lil dreamie as the lee this time <3 thank you so much elliot for the request! I hope u all enjoy :3

tickletober prompts here 🎃

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 858 words)

“Are you sure it was okay?” Dream asked quietly, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he picked at the loose threads protruding from the couch in the living room, sat in the middle of his two best friends. George and Sapnap exchanged nervous glances, both looking worried as they crowded closer to Dream. 

“What do you mean? Of course it was okay.” Sapnap pressed the right side of his body against Dreams, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leaning back against Dream’s own left arm. George followed on the opposite side, chiming in himself. 

“It was more than okay, Dream. It was incredible.” 

“I feel like I looked awkward in all the clips I’ve seen…” Dream trailed off, adjusting himself and allowing his body to relax back into the couch and against the other two, letting his head lull to the side until it rested against Sapnap’s shoulder. George let his arm rest over Sapnap’s behind Dream’s head, rubbing at Sapnap’s shoulder before running his hand through Dream’s messy curls. 

“It’s gonna look like that to you, it was your first show! Your first time performing! No one is expecting you to be perfect, baby.” George spoke gently, watching fondly as Dream let his head fall back further as he leaned into George’s hand. The blonde let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and sliding deeper down into the couch. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right. I just don’t wanna look stupid, you know?” Dream replied after a few seconds, earning nods from both of his friends. Sapnap used his free hand to reach across his own body, letting the back of his hand rub gently over Dream’s cheek, his thumb rubbing the softer spot under his eye. He flinched at the sudden contact, a tiny squeak escaping him before relaxing back into the touch. 

George flashed Sapnap a smirk, making the youngest boy tilt his head slightly in confusion, but keeping his mouth shut as his curiosity got the best of him. George held up the hand that wasn’t currently buried in Dream’s hair and wiggled his fingers, holding back a giggle as Sapnap’s eyes widened. 

“You didn’t look stupid, Dream,” George began, trying to hide the smile that was evident in his voice. “You might look stupid now, though.” 

“Wh- George! Nohoho no! Don’t!” Dream’s question was interrupted when two hands suddenly appeared on his sides, squeezing up and down his ribcage and going down towards his hips. He squealed frantically, trying to pull his arms out from behind George and Sapnap to protect himself but finding them both stuck. 

“You’re right, George. He does look stupid,” Sapnap commented, spidering his hand up Dream’s side before wiggling his fingers over the poor boy’s tummy. “Stupidly cute.” 

“Oh shuhut up!” Dream complained, throwing his head to the side and hiding in the curve of Sapnap’s neck. They giggled along with him, loving the way that Dream was stuck in place, in the middle of their cuddle pile. 

“Shut up? He complimented you, Dream. That’s not very nice of you.” George followed suit, gently fluttering his fingers over Dream’s very sensitive lower tummy, making him buck his hips up with another squeal. 

“Nohoho please! Please I’m- Sahahpnap I’m sorry! Please!” Dream pleaded, giving Sapnap the biggest puppy eyes through his laughter. Sapnap could see the tears beginning to form at the sides of his eyes despite the tickles being soft, letting him know that he was a little bit further gone than both boys initially thought. 

Sapnap slowed his hand to a stop, gripping George’s and pulling it away to allow Dream some air to breathe. He cuddled into Dream, bringing a hand up to cradle the blonde’s head against his chest, Dream’s arms still trapped behind the two. George rolled his eyes at how easily Sapnap caved but again followed his actions, leaning against Dream and wrapping an arm around his neck, placing a soft kiss against his temple. 

“You know we love you so much, right? And we’re so proud of you, Dreamie.” Sapnap whispered, smiling and leaning his head against the top of Dream’s when he felt the blonde nod, along with a tiny hum of agreement. 

“Good. ‘Cause it’s true.” George spoke up, cuddling the two closer and letting his eyes closed, the calm atmosphere making him sleepy. 

“...You don’t have to stop, you know. If you don’t want to.” Dream commented after a while, staying hidden against Sapnap, embarrassed at what he was suggesting. George lifted his head and shot Sapnap a smirk, both boys immediately acting on his shy request. Sapnap let his hand gently flutter against the side of Dream’s neck while George let his fingers explore around his tummy, careful to not use too much pressure to keep him sleepy and relaxed.

The trio cuddled together like that for the rest of the night, with George and Sapnap gently praising Dream here and there through his giggles, letting him know how much they adore him. Eventually, they fell asleep together in the comfiest cuddle pile, wrapped up in the coziest blankets, with the cutest little smiles on their faces.

[luckyqueenreign]

Once again I almost ran over here after the very first scene💀💀💀 so let me get into it…

1. These episodes were not as strong or as long as the first 3 but these writers are funny as hell (not sure if it’s intentional or just actually bad writing but it’s enjoyable🤡)

2. I SCARED MY DAMN DOG LAUGHING SO HARD AT THE PUBLIC VOTE���. OF COURSE fusebox found the one way to get our partner stolen without it being our “twins fault”. I think Amelia redeemed herself for me afterwards when they had their cute twin moment though and I’m still picking all the nice options

3. Of course Amelia’s bedtime outfit is hotter than our options🙄

4. Baby Lewie sleeping on the daybeds🥹🥹 what an angel. I just might have to take the soft route this season💀

5. Bella is the real friend here, thank god FB has *hopefully* learned after the Dana BS that if we say we aren’t into girls we don’t want you to keep asking! No shade to those that want a female Li but I love that she pulled us for a friendly chat and i like her better than Grace

6. Portuguese Party Boy….. that line had me rolling. But he’s not it for me so I led him on but didn’t let him kiss me and told the islander’s he likes me better than I like him. Sorry Roberto looks like I’m staying loyal to Lew until Elliot/Hamish pull up

7. PLEASE TELL ME YOU PICKED THE DIAMOND SCENE TO HAVE HIM FEED YOU THE DESSERT IN FRONT OF LEW?!?! I couldn’t do that to Lew Lew since I’m not into Roberto but please give us a run down since you’re in your villain era😈

8. The jealousy scene between Lewie and Roberto was hands down the best part of this volume and I will die on that hill

9. I can’t wait til Ivy gets absolutely shut down by Baby Lew next week. Ain’t no way he’s gonna kiss her after he just came to tell us she’s been all over him and he doesn’t like it. I can’t wait to see her fall off that high horse of hers and come running back to Ryan with her tail between her legs🥱

AHHH love your takes !!

did u do the Ozzy scene during truth or dare?! and the pool scene. fb couldve just given me that this week and I wouldve been ok.

2. this was SOOOOO UNSERIOUS why would they do this literally every single time. there are 14 volumes and like 87 hotties waiting to come in still. Why does fb keep pushing the agenda that I care THIS much about my first LI. Girly I dont! he's just my placeholder until I can fully unlock Ozzy

3. LMAO I dont even remember what it was but now im desperate to go back and look. I loved the pink lingerie with the robe. thats the one I chose

4. this was super cute 💖 even though im fully waiting for Ozzy im going to stay on Lewie's route until I get there.

5. I love Bella and I'm def going to need another bestie after I get with Ozzy. Grace is already starting to get so annoyed/mad at my MC bc shes clearly going for Ozzy 😬

6. I DIED at Portuguese Party Boy...they were trying to pull a Davide from last summers IRL LI UK. and I was def screaming at the reference

7. OK so I didn't bc I didnt want to do that to Lew!!! like flaunting Ozzy in front of him is one thing but willingly going for a boy I know I dont want...I couldnt do it!

8. STRONG AGREE!! I need more jealousy pls fb!! And not just from the girls!! For me I need Ozzy to get a little jelly too...I am paying for all those diamond scenes! It's what I deserve!

[b10hzrd]

The Tides of Fate- Chp 6

After cleaning up the aftermath of the battle, the crew, including Corbin, went to Captain Elara’s quarters for a meeting regarding a certain prince. 

“You certainly made a scene, Your Highness.” Captain Elara remarked sarcastically.

She sat casually on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed, a sly smile playing on her lips. Corbin stood stiffly by the doorway, his face covered in the grime of combat, clothes torn, and his face covered by sweat and soot. The rest of the crew—Elliot, Ophelia, Marina, and Gulliver— stood around him, all exhausted from the long battle.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Corbin replied.

“Are you sure? I’m certain we would’ve been able to handle ourselves just fine without killing Adrastros,” She teased.

 He met Elara’s gaze with determination. “It was him or me,” he said firmly. 

Elliot, who was leaning against the wall, crossed his arms and raised a brow. “Maybe so, but you certainly took a bold approach.”

Gulliver let out a hardy laugh. “Aye, the lads got spirit! In all my days, I ave’ never seen a prince kill a man!

“Bold?” Marina scoffed. “More like suicidal.” She was tending to wounds on her hands from gripping the rope of the sails too hard.

As Corbin was about to defend himself from the snooty pirates’ remark, the door creaked open and a nervous head peeked through. It was Caster, his eyes began to dart around the room anxiously.

“Come in, Caster,” Captain Elara said more gently, softening her tone.

Caster stumbled into the room, almost tripping over his two feet, he quickly regained his balance and stood tall. He glanced nervously at Corbin and then at Captain Elara. 

“S-Sorry I’m late, captain. Is everyone alright?” He stammered.

Ophelia finally broke her silence, giving a warm smile to the cabin boy. “We’re fine, Caster. Thanks to Corbin, we managed to hold them off.”

Marina looked up from her wounds and rolled her eyes dramatically., “Oh yeah, we’re totally fine, and it's all thanks to a stupid prince who just leapt into the fray like a headless chicken!” She glared at Corbin.

“Must you be so negative all the time?” Ophelia asked, her voice exasperated. “Corbin did what he had to do.”

Marina huffed, crossing her arms and tossing her hair back dramatically. “Negative? I’m being realistic. We barely scraped through this. Next time, we might not be so lucky.”

“It was him or me. There was no other way,” Corbin repeated.

“You killed a pirate with hundreds of allies, who, when they find out, which they will find out, that we have the person that killed him on our ship, we’re doomed. You’re a liability! You don’t know anything about ships, and now you’ve dragged us into even more trouble with your reckless stunt.”

Caster, shrinking further into himself, seemed even more unsettled by the confrontation. He looked at Marina, then back at Corbin in confusion.

“Wait—who killed who?” Caster asked.

Marina pointed at Corbin dramatically, “This dimwitted prince killed Adrastros!”

“Adrastos…why would he and his crew attack us? I thought captain—”

“He was sent to retrieve the king’s son by the man himself,” Captain Elara interrupted, she gave Caster a look that immediately made him stop questioning anything. 

“U-Understood captain.” Caster nodded, looking down nervously.

Captain Elara gave a reassuring nod at Caster, then looked at the rest of the crew. “Adrastos’s death isn’t just a victory. It’s a signal. His allies will come for us. For you, Corbin.”

Corbin’s gaze hardened, “I didn’t want to kill him, I was just…I wasn't thinking.” 

Elliot sighed. “Accident or not, we don’t have time to stand around doing nothing. Adrastros’s allies won’t care about what your reasons were.” 

He looked toward Captain Elara, she leaned back, folding her arms across her chest, and her expression became serious, “Our boatswain has an excellent point, Elliot, what do you propose we do?”

Elliot sighed once more, rubbing his temples. “We need a plan, Captain. And we need it fast. We’re running low on supplies, the ship needs repairs, and we’ll likely face more enemies soon.”

Marina scoffed, tossing her hair back dramatically. “Oh great, just what we needed. Another mess to clean up, thanks to Prince Reckless over here. I swear if I need to mend one more sail because of you, I am going to—”

“Marina, enough,” Elliot interrupted, giving her a stern look. “We all have to pull our weight. Complaining won’t get us anywhere.”

 Marina rolled her eyes and made a zipping motion over her lips, she threw one last glare at Corbin and went to stand next to Gulliver, who was listening attentively to the discussion with his hands in the pockets of his pants.

Ophelia raised her hand, drawing the attention of the room. “Crescent Moon Bay is the nearest harbor,” she suggested. “It’s not far, and we can make repairs and resupply there.”

Gulliver’s face fell at the mention of the harbor. “C-Crescent Moon?”

She sighed, “I understand we may not have the greatest reputation there but it is really our only option, the ship can’t handle going any further.”

Marina scoffed, “We? If I recall correctly, the only reason we were kicked out was because Gulliver—”

“I’m sure they’ve forgotten about Gulliver’s, misunderstanding, there…,” Elliot chuckled nervously.   

Captain Elara cleared her throat. We’ll deal with… that… when we get there. Right now, Our priority is getting to Crescent Moon Bay in one piece.” She looked at each of them in turn. “We stick together, watch each other’s backs, and survive. Understood?”

The crew nodded in agreement.

She turned her attention back to Corbin.  “As for you Corbin…” she began, pushing herself off the edge of the desk and slowly making her way towards the prince.

“What should we do with you?” A coy grin fell on her face as she looked down at the prince

Corbin gulped, looking up at the blue, piercing eyes of the captain.

“I mean,  you are the one who got us into this predicament in the first place. Will you join us in cleaning up the mess you made?” She glanced over at her crew, who watched the exchange with varying degrees of interest and concern.

Ophelia gave Corbin a supportive nod, while Marina rolled her eyes, clearly still annoyed. Elliot maintained his usual calm, assessing the situation, and Gulliver seemed intrigued by the unfolding drama.

 “Did I have a choice to begin with?” He replied.

Captain Elara raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “It seems you’re learning well.”

She turned to their navigator, “Ophelia set a course for Crescent Moon Bay, everyone else get back to your duties.”

“Aye, captain!” They said in unison.

“As for you…” The strawberry-blonde-haired captain glanced back at Corbin, “…you can help out Caster. Do as he says.”

Caster looked at Corbin with uncertainty. “F-Follow me then…Your Highness?”

“Call me Corbin”

“Right, well, follow me, Corbin.”

With that, the meeting broke up, and the crew dispersed to their tasks. As they left the captain’s quarters, Corbin felt the weight of his new reality pressing down on him. He had been thrown into a world he despised, forced to navigate its treacherous waters. For now, he had no choice but to go along with it and find a way to survive.

[taniie]

i’m an asshole, baby

song ♫ bad idea! - girl in red

asshole elliot <\3 word vomit bc i rlly wanted to write this but i had no idea how to go about it so i kinda went a diff way than the ask 😵😵 + elliot and the reader r fwb

ask: elliot accidentally saying something hurtful to yn and she tries to play it off like, “yeah no i’m fine. it’s whatever!” or “oh, i forgot you even said that. my attention span is short.” knowing damn well she ends up spending her time after school balling her eyes out.

“At least Jules can give a decent fuckin’ blow job, I have to fuck your face to get even a little bit of pleasure.”

You froze, your breath hitched in your throat and you stared right into Elliot’s eyes. What the fuck?

You and Elliot have always had a very playful dynamic, making fun of each other was the love language that you guys shared. You and Elliot were extremely close, he gave you your first everything. Your first kiss, your first time, your first time smoking weed, he was always the first person you did it with.

One time, when the two of you were high, you expressed to him how insecure Jules made you. She was different, unique, outgoing, beautiful, she had everything you could want for yourself. Her and Elliot were getting very close and you noticed how much more sexual the jokes between the two of them had gotten. You werent Elliot’s girlfriend, so you had no right to be mad, but the way he made you feel during sex made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world and you selfishly wanted that side of him all to yourself. He was so gentle with you, he checked in on you, he did what you wanted, feeling so cherished made your heart soar.

He let out a dry chuckle, he was waiting for your response to his insult, but he heard you fall silent, “Yo, are you good?” You tilted your head at him a little and slowly began to stand up from the bench that you were sitting on.

You couldn't believe that you had told Elliot such a sensitive piece of information about your self image and he threw it back in your face like it was nothing.

Something else Elliot knew was that you weren’t the most experienced person when it came to sex, you had only been with one other guy besides Elliot. He was an ass who only cared about his pleasure so you didn't really have enough time to learn anything from him. You always worried about your performance in bed with Elliot, he always told you how good you were doing and how much he enjoyed guiding you through the process.

“I’m fine. I just remembered I have to go home, my dad said I have to be home by 6.” You saw him frown, he nodded and brought the joint back up to his lips.

“See ya, Y/N. Be safe.” You walked away from him and the tears started to form in your eyes. Were you really that bad? Why did he bring up Jules?

Elliot always knew how to hit you where it hurt, but it never hurt this bad. You were self conscious in a lot of aspects and being made fun of for how you were in bed diminished your self esteem even more. You had given yourself to him and he uses one of your insecurities against you? Part of you felt like you were being dramatic, but the other part felt like you had a right to be mad at him.

You walked into your house and immediately went upstairs. Being told you dont give good head isnt a big deal, but being told that by the only person you’ve ever been with in that way can destroy how you see yourself in future sexual relationships, especially if its in comparison to another person who is far more experienced than you are.

You flopped down on your bed and stared at the ceiling. Your own thoughts were eating you alive, it was only a joke, why are you such a fuckin crybaby?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of your phone. It was Elliot.

Elly >_<: hey, did you make it home okay?

You: yeah

Elly >_<: good good good

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Elly >_<: u wanna hang tomorrow? got sum more weed when u left :p

You: not tomorrow, sorry el.

You were normally always free to hang out with him and smoke. But now that you knew how he felt about your sexual performance, you were too embarrassed to face him.

Elly >_<: :(((((((( y not?

You: busy

Elly >_<: dudeeeeeee ur literally NEVER busy wdf

You: i am tomorrow..

His text bubble kept disappearing and reappearing, your heart rate started to speed up, he was obviously hesitant on what he was gonna say.

Elly >_<: is this about what i said at the park?

Elly >_<: if so sorry lmao

Elly >_<: didn’t think it was dat srs….crybaby

You: ok el.

Elly >_< : bruh lol, take a joke. gonna ask again, wanna hang out tomorrow?

You: no

Elly >_<: when you stop bein such a fuckin baby i’ll text you again, bye

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You put your phone down. Not only did he hurt your feelings, but he’s now making you feel stupid for feeling the way you do. You honestly didn’t want to see him again until you got over it or until he apologized once he saw how much it hurt you, but knowing Elliot, those chances were very slim.

You threw yourself into your pillow. Why did you like guys who were such fucking assholes?

[romanshomeonwattpad]

sweet dreams | elliot

“could u write a smut where the reader is poc & she has a we dream about elliot so she always gets flustered around him, so he notices and finally does something”

pairings — elliot/reader | best friend!au |

summary : elliot is the reader’s best friend, but when she has a certain dream about him, she begins to act a little…off.

warnings : smut, established friendship, lots of top tier comedy, overstimulation, weed, slight insecurities, not proofread so sorry

authors note : this took like two hours to write, but it was really fun !

Your hand shot into his blonde curls, another moan tumbling from your swollen lips that he had bitten during your make out session, “Elliot,” you whispered, looking down at his head in between your legs, tongue continuously lapping at your sensitive clit. Brown eyes flashing up at you, sending even more warmth down to your pussy, he hollowed his cheeks before sucking harshly on the bud. Your body jerked, but he held your thighs tightly, addicted to feeling your bud pulse under his tongue, “Ellie—fuck—that feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you let out tiny whines. Your hips lifted to roll into his mouth, “Tell me how it feels, baby. Lemme know how good I’m making you feel,” he continued before one of his fingers probed your entrance, eyes not moving an inch from yours before it sunk in with ease due to your leaking folds. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, not having enough energy to speak, the pleasure sending tingles throughout your body. “Come on, Y/N. Speak up.”

“It feels so good,” you whispered, pulling at his hair harder. He groaned against you, making you grind against him harder, “I’m so close, Ellie. Gonna make me cum so hard for you.”

He hummed, “Then do it, pretty girl.”

His mouth began to roughly lick against your clit, slipping another finger inside—making it two fingers that rapidly thrusted inside of you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy began to burn, mouth open and face blissed out completely, stomach tensing at his words. Removing his tongue from you, he used his thumb to rub quick and fast circles on your clit, biting the inside of your thigh as he encouraged you, “Come on. Just like—good girl. Cumming so prettily for me.”

A thick sheet of sweat covered you from the temples of your forehead to the bottom of your feet, moisture especially leaking in your underwear. Your eyes burned from weariness as you let out a sigh, knowing that you were going to be fucked when you got to school. You just dreamed about one of your best friends eating you out. Flashes of the dream played in your mind, making you cross your legs, fighting off the urge to dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and get yourself off. You didn’t have enough time, and would be late for school, so you’d have to just take a really cold shower and forget about it.

You did find Elliot attractive, but you never had a crush on him until that dream. The thought of seeing him at school went waves of nerves down your body—mixed with excitement. But you dreaded having to act like everything was normal, when it definitely was not. With a huff, you threw the covers away from you, and got up to get ready for a day in hell.

It was now lunch, and you had managed to avoid your friends until sitting at the table with them. Luckily, Rue was preoccupied with Jules, talking about something they did last week to one another—making you plug in your earphones and jot some stuff down in your journal. Black bear blasted in your ears as you cleared your mind for a bit, until you felt someone take out one of your buds, and putting it inside theirs. Your eyes rounded when you felt a body slide into the bench you were sitting on, shoulder hitting yours, the smell of burnt weed slapping you in the face. A lazy smile was hanging loosely off Elliot’s lips, “Hey, loser. Put on some Rei Brown.”

Your throat went dry, eyes glancing down at his lips, remembering the dream from last night. Where he kissed your thighs, and licked—You needed to act cool. Act normal, Y/N.

Pulling out your earphones, he frowned as you shoved them back into your bag, awkwardly smiling, “H-Hey.”

His brows rose, “You okay? You look a little pale.”

You used the back of your hand to touch your tan cheek, then your tight curls, realizing he was probably right. You were breaking out into a cold sweat, body tense and timid as he gazed at you with confusion. You mustered up a pathetic response.

“Oh yeah, I uh, didn’t sleep well last night.”

He nodded, “How come?”

I dreamt about you fucking me so hard that my brains leaked out my ears.

But no, instead of saying that, you said something WAY worse.

“I had um—diarrhea.”

When the words left you, you pressed your lips together, noticing Elliot bring his hand up to cover his lips to hide the smile he was biting back. Shutting your eyes, you laughed nervously, “Sorry. TMI.”

“Guys,” Jules saved you, blonde hair bouncing on her thin shoulders. “Rue Rue and I can’t make it tonight to Ellie’s.”

Elliot smirked, “You two fucking?”

Rue flipped him off, hiding her embarrassed smile in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck. You pulled on a tight smile, but then it slipped, realizing you had to hang out with Elliot tonight. Alone. You had to get yourself out of this. There was no way you could act normally and hang out with him, along in his room, at the mishevious hours of the night. Tightening your jaw, you cleared your throat. “I don’t think I can make it either.”

Elliot looked at you, blinking. “Why not?”

“Homework,” you ran a hand through your curls, which were a bit damp from sweat. The sun shining down on you didn’t help either, “I have an algebra test tomorrow and need to study.”

He scooted closer, placing a hand on your arm. His flesh felt like fireworks when it landed on yours, heart skipping a beat as your flesh ignited with nerves. His brown eyes shined beneath the sunlight, “Dude, we both take the same math class,” he shrugged, “—we’ll just study together. Besides, weed makes everything easier.”

Your eyes flew to his hand on you arm, swallowing thickly. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you just didn’t want to, so instead, you shakily nodded before pulling your arm away from his grip. His brows snapped together at your reluctance to be near him, but before he could question you, you snatched your bag and sent a wave to your three friends, “Okay. I’m gonna take a piss then head to class. See ya.”

You felt a pair of eyes burn onto you, but you pushed the feeling off, thinking that you were just being paranoid. You felt a bit guilty for brushing Elliot off, but he didn’t know the effect he had on you. Your tummy twirled at the idea of being alone with him tonight, and not in the good way. You worried that he would think you’re a pervert for having such a dream about your friend, and wouldn’t want to be friends with you anymore.

This had to be kept a secret.

Your fist rose up to the door, heart beating in your chest. Your whole body slightly shook as it swung open, Elliot’s face breaking out into a small smile at your figure, leaning to the side to let you in, “Hey. Surprised you showed up.”

You drummed your finger tips against your jean covered thighs, biting your lip as you followed behind him to his room, “Why surprised?” You stared at his back muscles, hiding behind his thin white-shirt that didn’t do him justice. They slightly flexed as he ran his fingers down the walls of the hall, laughing at your response. He didn’t turn to look at you before reaching his room, jumping onto his bed and laying on his back. He placed his arms behind his head, looking up at you with a charming smile.

“You were acting like you were mad at me back at school,” he explained, the position he was in making you want to climb onto him and straddle his lap. But instead, you leaned against his door, looking around his room. It was decent, cleaner than before. He just threw his fabrics of clothes to the side, making a pile, rolling paper spread across his bedside table. He turned to the side, and grabbed it, rolling a joint and planting his feet onto the floor—still seated on the bed, “You sure something didn’t happen last night? You seemed pretty..weird, to be fucking honest.”

You stared at his fingers, which skillfully rolled the joint before he licked it close, making your mouth water. His eyes flickered over to you as he lit the stick in between his lips, “You gonna come over here or just stand there, Y/N?”

You laughed nervously, taking small steps before sitting beside him. You kept a small distance, making him sigh, before turning to look at you fully.

“What? Now you don’t wanna sit next to me?”

You frowned, “It’s not that—“

He took a hit, blowing smoke off to the side to avoid it hitting your face, “Then what? Tell me what’s up, dude. I won’t judge.”

You chewed on the inside of you cheek, shaking your head as you began to grow flustered. Avoiding eye contact, you rubbed your neck, “It’s nothing. Let’s just smoke.”

He let out a heavy breath, mumbling fine before handing you the joint. You took it from him, before taking a big one, and handing it back to him. He chuckled as your eyes hooded, already feeling the first waves of your high wash over you. You began to feel more at ease with him again, “How do you never run out of this stuff? You secretly grow it or something?”

He laughed, tapping out the ashes, before bringing it back up to his lips, “Nah nah. I have my sources. They’re top secret.”

“Tell me.”

He smirked, raising a brow. Something flashed in his eyes. He tilted his head, “I’ll tell you…if you tell me why you’ve been jumpy today.”

Your chest rose at his words, brushing your curls out of your face as your cheeks turned pink. He gave you a lopsided grin, making your core suddenly throb, especially with those puffy eyes of his. Red rimmed his hues, thinned out before you shook your head.

“Stop.”

He didn’t sense you were being serious, lightly pushing your shoulder, “C’mooon,” he drew out the word, “Just tell me. You tell me everything—“

“I said stop!” You suddenly snapped, standing up from the bed and looking down at him with an irritated expression. His smile faded, “I told you I don’t wanna talk about it. Why are you so pushy?”

His jaw set, “Chill out, Y/N.”

“Don’t tell me to chill out,” you pointed a finger at him, “And stop trying to—just stop—you’re so annoying! You’re so fucking nosey, Elliot.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I deserve to know why you’re being fucking weird around me.”

“It’s not your—“

“Cut that bullshit—“

“I shouldn’t have even came—“

“I don’t understand why you can’t just—“

“—because I had a fucking wet dream Elliot,” you shouted, frustrated that he kept trying to talk over you. His brows drew together at that, jaw slightly dropping at your words. You dropped your hands to your side, defeated. “—and it was…about you.”

He didn’t look at you, eyes finding the ground as he staid completely still. He had put out the joint a few seconds ago. You felt your heart drop at his silence to your confession, realizing he didn’t reciprocate the feelings you had for him—and you felt like a fool. Tears burning the back of your eyes, you turned around, heading for the door, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll leave—“

You felt a large hand snatch your wrist, and before you could tell blink, a pair of soft lips smashed against yours. You inhaled sharply as one of his hands rubbed your cheek, the other one leaving your wrist and pulling you close to his body by your waist. Your hand slapped against his chest as you kissed him back, tilting your head to get more of him on your tongue.

“Tell me,” he panted against your lips, leading you to his bed, “Tell me what I did—in your dream.”

You pulled away, looking at him as he nodded, a smirk growing on his lips at your reaction. You gulped, “Are you—“

“If you ask me I’m sure, I’ll kick your little cute ass.”

You smiled, before kissing him again, pulling off all your clothes like animals. When you were fully naked, he pulled away to look at you, eyes examining your body. You covered your breasts, embarrassed by your dark nipples, causing him to frown before grabbing your wrists and pushing them away, “Don’t you ever cover yourself, Y/N. You’re so pretty. All of you.”

You blinked, chest turning warm. Butterflies flew in your tummy as he wrapped his lips around one of them, making you moan as you tugged on his curls. They were so sensitive and sore, and when his warm, wet tongue lapped at them, you threw your head back, “Fuck, Ellie. Holy shit.”

“Tell me what I did.”

You moaned, “You ate me, down there.”

He chuckled, flipping you onto your back, raising his brows while licking his lips, “You want me to eat your little pussy? Hm? Make you cum on my tongue, baby?”

Your bottom lip trembled. This was crazy. You really wanted him to, but you also really wanted him to just fuck you. Biting your lip, your hands cupped his face, “I really need you to fuck me. Please—just—please.”

His eyes lit up. “Okay, but next time, I’m gonna taste you and make you cum for me for hours.”

Your heart flared at his words. Next time. He wanted this to happen again. Your pussy clenched at his dirty words, and he mumbled a fuck before teasing his cock against your clit, rubbing it back and forth with the head. You whined at that, hips rising to make him slide in, but his other hand flew to your throat as he slightly squeezed, “Be patient, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded, blissed out, before he slightly pushed in—making you moan loudly. He slapped a hand over your mouth, using his other one to guide himself in fully, his large cock stretching your walls with a burn. Your tummy clenched as you both gasped at the feeling, his brows drawing together at the pleasure of it all, “You’re so tight, baby. This little pussy is sooooo tight. Gonna have to stretch it out to fit me.”

Your hands held his shoulders, the muscles beneath rippling under your palms, as he fucked you slow and thoroughly. It felt so fucking good. But it was also teasing you, his thrusts being too slow to cum from. His teeth nipped at your collar bone, hand falling away from your mouth, wanting to hear you for a bit. Your back arched as his pelvis rolled onto your clit, your thighs starting to shake at how much pleasure your body was experiencing. You garbled out random words.

“Faster Elli,” you cried out, “Please—“

“You’re gonna have to shut up if you want me to go faster,” he growled out, making you roll your eyes back. He knew you couldn’t do it alone, so he slapped a hand over your mouth, and began snapping his hips harshly against yours. His cock slid in and out of your folds, as your screams were muffled by his palm, making him groan, “Yeah. Acting all bitchy, when all you needed was for me to fuck some sense into you. Fuck—keep clenching around me, baby.”

Your pussy began to spasm as he suddenly pulled out, making you gasp at the loss, before he began rubbing his cock over your clit quickly. Your eyes crossed as he laughed, “That’s right. Squirt on it—fuck yeah.” You let out a scream under his hand as your high crashed over you unexpectedly, hips thrashing but he held you down before sliding back in, going hard and fast, “That was so hot. So fucking pretty.”

His mouth closed around one of your nipples, the pleasure beginning to feel like too much. “Slow—slow—“ you tried to croak out, but he only chuckled, giving it to you harder.

“Shut up. I’m not stopping until you cum again for me,” he announced before biting down on your bud. You mewled out, hands landing on his head, fingers tightening around his curls as two of his fingers rolled down to your puffy clit. It was so sensitive and hard, him pinching it harshly before rubbing circles, “Come on. One more. All over my cock. Milk it, baby.”

His hand lifted from your mouth, and you couldn’t help it, letting out a sharp cry as you convulsed breath him. He kissed your chest as you shook and screamed out, “Fuck—I’m cumming, Elli.”

“Me too, fuuuuuck—“ he stuttered before one more long thrust, pulling out and cumming on your lower abdomen. But he knew you were still cumming, so he rubbed your clit while he came, making sure you lived out your high. When the both of you came down, he stopped, brushing the hair out of your face as he breathed heavily, “You okay?” He searched your eyes.

You nodded, tired. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He kissed your nose, “So uh, round two?”

You slapped his arm.

“In your dreams.”

He smirked.

“More like in yours.”

That little fuck.

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𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

➵ Elliot x fem!reader

➵ requested by anon! “Can I get a fic w elliot where he promises the reader that he would stop drinking smoking and doing drugs but goes to her house wasted one night and the reader is very gentle w him so he thinks she’s messing w him and they get into a fight pls (ends in Elliot apologizing to her and saying something like “I’ve just never been w someone like you) Thanks!!”

➵ summary: ^

➵ word count: 2.8k

➵ tw: mentions of vomitting, drugs + alcohol, swearing, parental neglect, angst if you kinda squint.

➵ a/n: my first elliot fic! hooray! i loved this request so much! thank u to anon who sent it in I smooch u⭐️ also, this is an au where they’re not in high school and all the characters are friends because why not I love forcing characters who aren’t friends to be friends, my favorite past time. anyway, happy reading, lovers! also, this is so ass im sorry, I'm not a very good writer I just like it and im having fun lol xo Mizery

also, I'm convinced Elliot and his partner would call each other bubba, like convinced.

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“I’m worried about you, bubba.”

Elliot hummed and shook his head, blindly reaching for your hand, leaving a sloppy kiss on your wrist when you intertwined your fingers with his.

“M’ok.” He rasped, his eyes still shut, old tears clung to his eyelashes.

“Elliot.” You deadpanned, slightly raising your eyebrows, gesturing to his slumped position without having to move your arms.

His cheek was resting on the toilet seat, one hand holding onto the white porcelain for dear life, the other hanging at his side. His legs were posed in an awkward stance, one uncomfortably folded under his butt and the other completely straight out, his toes hitting the base of the sink. You were squatting behind him, wiping his neck with a damp rag, leaving sweet kisses on his shoulder with a hand tightly clutching his.

“Ok. M’a little fucked up righ’ now-”

“A little?!” You raised your voice, but only barely.

This was a recurring event for you and Elliot. Your parents, if you could even call them that, were often gone, or if they were home they were passed out in various spots in the house, so your boyfriend was a frequent visitor in your home, and from time to time, was dropped off at your doorstep when he was too fucked up to function. You never minded taking care of him, and it was important to you that he have a good relationship with his friends and felt like he could let loose and have fun with them without you getting upset. What bothered you is when it got to this point, it scared you when you would find him curled up on your doorstep after hearing a soft knock against the wood, with Fezco standing next to him, an apologetic look etched on his face.

Because what would he do if he didn’t have you?

Where would he go if your parents weren’t so shitty?

“Baby please… ‘m nauseous.”

“Sorry.” You whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Just scares me sometimes.”

Elliot was quiet, his only response being a soft swipe of his thumb against your hand. He knew how much your parents' reckless behavior weighed on you, how exhausting it was to have to step up and be the mom of your family and take care of your little siblings, but you had never outwardly said that his behavior scared you. And in that quiet moment, as Elliot was slowly starting to sober up, having flushed most of the alcohol and drugs down the toilet, he was starting to make the connection. And it fucking hurt.

He continued to be silent as you helped him up from the floor and led him back into your connected bedroom, sitting him on the bed before wiping the excess vomit and sweat from his face and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. He was still silent when you went back to the bathroom and wiped it from the tile and the toilet before returning back to your bedroom with clean clothes for him that he had left there before. He was still quiet as you crawled into your bed next to him, pulling him close so he could rest his head on your chest.

He was thinking. Thinking about you and how he was starting to become yet another burden in your already stressful life. You had to get your siblings up and ready for school, clean your house, get yourself to your classes, meal prep, do homework, and go to work only to come home and find Elliot high out of his mind in your house. You never got a moment to yourself.

“M’gonna stop.” Elliot mumbled, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Stop what?” You hummed, your eyes were closed, your brain fighting off sleep while your fingers lazily threaded through your boyfriend’s hair.

“Doin’ drugs, drinking.”

You froze for a moment, wracking your brain to figure out just how sober he really was right now, and if you could get your hopes up or if this was just an empty promise.

“Elliot…”

“I’m serious.”

His voice was clear and steady, completely determined to do this for you, and you believed him, you trusted him.

“Okay.”

-

Things had been going well. Although Elliot was never, and could never be, a burden to you, it was nice not to have to worry about his well being so often, and he was helping you out a lot more. Helping your youngest sibling get ready for bed, doing your laundry, taking your sister to dance class, helping you with your homework. Not that he hadn’t done those things before, but he just felt so much more involved this time, it was like he was determined.

And you couldn’t figure out why.

He hadn’t showed up, slumped with his head lulling and mumbling incoherently, on your doorstep in weeks. Only with a grin on his lips and occasionally flowers or takeout from your favorite restaurant in his hands.

“He’s really not doing drugs or drinking anymore?” Maddy asked with a raise of her eyebrow, her perfectly manicured fingers twirling a tassel from your throw pillow.

“Yup.” You responded. “It was his idea.” You said, dumping out a basket of clean clothes so you could begin to fold them. “He didn’t say why, but I think it’s because of my parents, he doesn’t want me to have to worry about them too.”

It was Saturday morning, and the girls were at your house, trying their hardest to persuade you to come party with them, but you had work in an hour, and today was a double shift, so everyone was lazing around your house in the meantime.

“He’ll be at the party tonight though, I told him he can’t just cut out his social life because of this.” You said as you folded another shirt, tossing it the pile of clean clothes to put away.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Jules asked from her position on your floor, her back pressed to the rug and her feet up on your bed, Rue’s head resting on her stomach.

You chuckled. “It’s not like he just completely quit everything, Ju. He still smokes weed and has a couple beers, he’s just trying not to get fucked up like he usually does.”

Rue hummed, “That’s what I said.”

“Rue!” Jules scolded.

“I’m just saying!” Rue shot her hands up in surrender.

Maddy rolled her eyes, “You’re a literal fucking addict, Elliot just likes to party.”

Rue just turned her head away from Maddy and shot up her middle finger.

“We’ll keep him in check, don’t worry about it!” BB piped up, taking a long hit from her vape and blowing out the thick cloud of smoke right into Kat’s face, causing the brunette girl to cough overdramatically and swat her hand through the air to clear it.

You shook your head, “That’s not the point, though. He’s allowed to let loose and have fun, this is his decision, you know?”

Deep down, you wish he wouldn’t. You wish you could give BB the task of keeping your boyfriend in check, only allowing him a couple joints and a few beers, not because you didn’t want him to have fun, but because of how fucking worried you were that one night you would get a call from the hospital instead of Fezco or Nate. But that’s just not who you were, you weren’t controlling, or jealous, he did his thing and you did yours, and you wanted to keep it that way, so you decided against keeping tabs on him.

“I’ll still kick his teeth in if he does anything stupid.”

“Rue!” -

“Shot?” Nate extended his hand to the blond, his thumb and forefinger gripped onto the miniature shot filled with clear liquid that smelled like rocket fuel.

“Nah.” Elliot held up his hand in rejection, and held up his beer bottle in the other hand, signifying he was all set.

“Seriously?” The taller boy asked before shrugging and taking the shot himself, shaking his head and knitting his eyebrows at the bitter taste. “Ol’ ball and chain?”

Elliot shook his head. “It’s not like that.”

Nate raised his eyebrows, not believing a word out of his friend’s mouth. “Yeah? What’s it like then?”

Elliot had his eyes focused on Nate’s hands as he poured another shot. The clear, bitter liquid sloshing over the sides due to Nate’s drunken pouring skills. The brunet caught his friend staring at the miniature glass and smirked. “You want a shot, E?” Elliot groaned and threw his head back before running a frustrated hand over his face. “Yeah.” He whispered, nodding his head. “Yeah, I do.”

Nate whooped as he grabbed another glass and poured the shot for his friend, filling it so close to the top it nearly overflowed. “We’re gettin’ hammered tonight!”

Elliot shook his head, a smile playing on his face as he threw the shot back, swallowing it as fast as he could to prevent the terrible taste from lingering.

Elliot laughed while Nate put him in a playful chokehold, using his free hand to rough up his hair, and Elliot failed to see a group of well dressed girls enter the party.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Maddy snarked, clicking her tongue as she watched Elliot take his third shot with Nate, but who knows how many he took before she laid eyes on him.

“He’s just taking a couple shots, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Jules said, sipping from her own drink, smushed between Rue and Maddy in the back corner of the living room.

“If he makes (Y/n) take care of his drunk ass tonight after her double shift, I’m gonna fucking come for him.”

“I’ll help you.” Rue chimed in.

Jules rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even given him a chance yet, guys!”

“He literally took three more shots just while we were having this conversation.” Maddy responded, not taking her eyes off of your boyfriend and her ex boyfriend in the kitchen.

Jules closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “Fuck.”

-

As soon as you heard the soft knock at the door, your heart sank.

You had just gotten off from working a double at work, the tips were shitty, every single customer somehow had a stick up their ass, and one of your coworkers pulled a no call no show so you had to pick up their slack. You were so exhausted, and beginning to feel a tiny cold coming on from overworking yourself, and you felt anger begin to rise up in you at your boyfriend, anger for doing this when he knew you had to work a double shift, anger for doing this when he promised, anger at your friends for bringing him here when they knew why he had cut back.

But all of that dissipated when you saw the frantic tears in her boy’s big brown eyes.

“Oh, Elly.”

“M’sorry, baby, m’so sorry, I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to get this- this bad, I just, I don’t-”

He was sitting down on the porch steps, his top half so slumped over you were afraid he was gonna fall over, his face was streaked with tears, Jules and Rue crouched next to him, trying their best to keep him up right.

“(Y/n) we are so so sorry we tried to just keep him at Nate’s but he wouldn’t stop crying saying you were gonna break up with him and he needed to apologize.”

You shook your head, “You did the right thing, really.”

You cautiously made your way towards your crumpled boyfriend, intertwining both hands with his, and with the help of your two friends, hoisting him off the steps and towards your room, not bothering to be quiet since it was a Saturday night, your parents were gone and your siblings were most likely still awake anyway. You studied him as you walked backwards, holding your hands in his, walking him down the hallway. This time seemed different, he looked kind of fucked up, but not nearly as bad as he usually was when you led him down this hallway at 3 in the morning, he just looked ashamed.

“M’sorry.”

“You’re okay.”

Once the girls helped him to your room, apologized a couple more times, and took a couple beers from your fridge, they were out the door, leaving you alone with your boyfriend.

“Drink some water and take Advil, my love. You’ll feel so sick if you don’t.”

Elliot nodded and took the glass and three red pills from your hands, throwing them back much like he had with the one too many shots he took earlier.

“You feeling okay? Do you feel sick?”

Elliot shook his head, eyes trained on his shoes, trying his hardest to stop the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Jus’ really drunk.”

You nodded and placed a kiss on his temple, “Let’s lay down, yeah?”

Elliot just nodded and followed your lead while you pulled him to settle into bed, and both of you settled into comfortable silence. It hurt your heart how he cried because he thought you would break up with him, you thought he knew your love wasn’t conditional. You thought Elliot had fallen asleep after several minutes before he spoke.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Elliot asked as he laid in between your legs, his cheek resting on your torso while you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I have no reason to be.”

“I promised you.”

“It was your decision, baby, not mine.”

Elliot groaned and sat up, running a frustrated hand over his face, separating himself from you.

“Stop messing around with me, I’m serious.”

All you could do was stare at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, how the fuck do you respond to that?

“I fucked up, (Y/n)! How can you stay with me after that?!”

“Everyone fucks up sometimes-”

“All I ever do is fuck up!”

“That’s not true.”

Your voice was even, trying your best not to shout or engage in a fight with him while he's crossed, you knew better.

Elliot stared at you, a stray tear ran down his face and his mouth was slightly agape, like he wanted to say something but was too afraid.

“How can you fucking look at me when all I do is act just like your parents?!”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You grit your teeth, finally sitting up from your all too comfortable spot in your bed.

Elliot didn’t respond. He just stared at you, awaiting your answer. He knew as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he did, and now he has to face the consequences.

“I didn’t even- I didn’t make the connection until the other night, the night I made my promise, that I was scaring you because of the close calls you’ve had with your parents, and that’s why I stopped. I feel so fucking stupid that I let myself get to that point again-”

“But you’re not even at that point, E...”

“That’s not the fucking point!” He yelled, leading you to flinch. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for scaring you, yet again.

“All I ever do is fucking scare you, and disappoint you.”

You didn’t respond, you just crawled to where he was sat at the end of your bed, pressing the softest of kisses to his shoulder before leaning your head there. “You love me. You bring me flowers, and my favorite food. You help me, you hold me when I’m sad and you put me on your shoulders when I’m happy, making me impossibly happier. We are so much more than the bad parts, E.”

Elliot didn’t hold your hand back when you laced your fingers through his, he didn’t believe you, and your heart started racing.

“If you won’t, I will.”

You froze, you could’ve sworn your heart was beating so hard it broke through your chest cavity.

He couldn’t mean-

“Elliot…” Your voice came out as a warning, slowly standing up, letting his hand drop from yours, so you were looking down at him.

“I’m leaving, baby. I can’t let you deal with me like this anymore. I obviously can’t keep myself in check, it’s fucking embarrassing.”

Your heart might as well have fallen out of your chest.

“No.” You whimpered, feeling your fingers begin to shake and your knees wobbling. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d have put up a fight, put your foot down and smacked some sense into the tattooed boy looking up at you. But all you could do was break.

“Please, Elliot, I can’t do any of this without you.” Your tears were running rapidly down your cheeks, your mouth downturned into the saddest frown. “Please.”

Elliot was stunned. In his intoxicated state, he expected you to agree, that having to add him to your chore list was exhausting, that he needed to grow up if he ever wanted to be with you again. He even maybe expected you to yell at him to cut the self pity bullshit, to tell him he was being an idiot, and you aren’t going to let him leave you because of that, but he didn’t expect your tears. Sober Elliot would’ve never thought about doing this to you in a million years, sober Elliot knew exactly how much you loved him and needed him around.

And he snapped into sober Elliot really fast when he saw your tears.

“Okay, okay.” Elliot shot up from where he was positioned on your bed, cupping your face in his hands and leaving kisses on your hairline. “I’m not leaving.”

“Why would you do that?” You cried, wrapping your hoodie clad arms around his slender torso, holding on as tight as you could.

“I’m sorry, bubba. I’m so sorry.” He said gently into your hair, letting his lips rest against the skin of your forehead, mumbling apologies and sweet nothings. “I’m an idiot.”

You nodded, causing Elliot to chuckle as he continued to hold you.

“I’ve just never had anyone like you before.” He confessed once the two of you had settled back into your bed, this time with your head on Elliot’s chest, the roles of comforter switching.

“What do you mean?”

Elliot hummed, considering his words while his hands caressed your skin under your hoodie.

“Someone who loves me unconditionally.”

Your boyfriend’s words pulled your mouth into a frown, you didn’t like that he had been hurt so much that you thought you were going to throw him out after one mistake.

“Baby…” You crooned, squeezing him tighter. “You’re my boy, okay? No matter what happens. We’ll always figure it out, alright?” You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling from the sliver of moonlight peaking through your curtains, your pinky finger held out towards him.

“Are we pinky promising to be together forever?” Elliot asked, raising his eyebrow.

You nodded. “The pinky promise is sacred, this is more serious than marriage.”

Elliot smiled a toothless smile, his eyes shining, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to be able to have you. To even be able to look at you right now, your hair sprawled out across his chest, his clothes adorning your figure, your cute black painted pinky fingernail held up.

The blond brought his pinky up, interlocking it with yours, and leaving a kiss on it.

“Unconditionally, always.”

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[dontforgetabtme]

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

[lovecanyon]

OMG DEALERRRY ATE ILY PLS DO PART 2 IF U CAN.

My idea is that Harry get jealous the reader is hanging out with Elliot Bc she’s besties with jules, rue and Elliot. But like also can u add smut ;)

MELODRAMA

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

summary: harry gets jealous of elliot. y/n and harry run into cassie and nate.

a/n: rue is narrating in italics 

warnings: mentions of drugs and SMUT

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When I had introduced Elliot to Y/N I immediately noticed that he had gotten nervous. Somehow along the way he had developed a crush on the girl.

If Harry were to find out about Elliot’s secret crush on her he better run. Fast.

“What the hell is this?” Y/N mutters as she grabs the joint Jules was rolling which makes Elliot laugh really hard.

Can’t he be anymore fucking obvious.

Right as Y/N lights the joint that was in between Jules lips her phone starts to ring. Rue catches a glance at the phone and sees a photo of her boyfriend Harry.

When I first heard about the cheerleader and drug dealer dating I didn’t believe it. Until I saw them making out in an empty classroom during sophmore year.

My mind was fucking blown.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/N says getting off the bed as she blindly grabs her ringing phone.

Elliot watches the girl disappear into the bathroom as she begins talking to someone. He feels someone staring at him and when he turns his head he sees Rue giving him a look.

“What?” He whispers quietly not wanting to alert the blonde that was sat at the end of the bed.

Rue shrugs her shoulders before she stands up from the bed and stretches.

-

“Wait what?” Y/N furrows her brows confused.

“Faye got fucking caught up with the cops and now she’s staying with us.” Harry grunts over the phone sounding very angry.

“How long is she staying with you guys?” She asks as she leans against the bathroom counter.

“Hopefully not for long.” He groans which made her giggle. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Y/N widens her eyes as she looks around her.

Earlier Y/N had told her boyfriend she was going straight home after cheer practice but Jules and I had dragged her to Eliot’s place.

“I’m not home I’m with Jules and Rue but you could pick me up?” Y/N responds rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Send me your pin.”

-

“Harry Elliot. Elliot Harry.” Y/N smiles introducing the two boys.

They were all standing around in Elliot’s front yard. Rue was sat on the steps smoking a joint as Jules was stood next to Y/N.

Elliot forced a smile as he holds out his hand for Harry to shake. He completely ignored the hand in front of him and instead pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna run away.

“So I think we’re gonna go. Thanks for today guys.” Y/N dismisses herself and her malicious boyfriend.

Jules and Rue say their goodbyes to the couple but before Elliot could say anything Harry wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and drags her away. It was a dick move but he didn’t like Elliot. 

The three watch Harry and Y/N get into his white vintage Mercedes —. Soon they drive off which makes Elliot let out a sigh and Rue look at him.

I really hope it’s just a small crush.

-

“Y/N I’m telling you. He’s fucking in love with you.” Harry says as he holds the car door open for her.

They had just arrived to the Jacobs household which Y/N resented. Her brother Nate was an ass but he genuinely cared for her, same with her father. But she knew they both were very terrible people.

She also still didn’t know about her father and best friend Jules. 

“I’m telling you he sees me as a friend.” Y/N mutters handing her boyfriend her cheer bag to hold. He grabs her bag and doesn't respond just rolls his eyes as she opens the front door. “I saw that.”

“Sorry.” The drug dealer mumbles which made her laugh.

Y/N was about to respond to him but a blonde walking down the stairs caught her attention.

“Cassie?” Y/N questions which makes the girl widen her eyes. Nate who was behind her clenches his jaw as he makes eye contact with Harry.

“U—uh Y/N? What are you doing here?” Cassie smiles nervously trying not to freak out.

Y/N was very close to Maddy, more closer than Cassie was. Before her it was Y/N, Kat and Maddy twenty-four seven. I had even hung out with the three of them for a while in middle school.

“I live here?” Y/N responds furrowing her brows. Her boyfriend stayed silent and just stared at her brother. “Are you guys like—”

“No! Cassie just came to pick up some of Maddy’s stuff. Right Cass?” Nate speaks up pulling the blonde down the stairs. She stays silent as she looks horrified. “Right Cass?” He glares at her which makes her immediately start to nod.

“Y—yeah.”

Before Y/N could say anything else her brother drags Cassie out of the house.

-

The car ride with Cassie was hell. She was crying to Nate about how she was going to get caught. She knew Y/N was suspicious.

When the Jacobs son had arrived back home he decided he was going to talk to Y/N. But he stopped himself from knocking on her door after a few loud moans were heard.

He soon recognized the sounds were coming from Harry. 

You see Harry and Nate were very close but when he dropped out of football to sell drugs with Fezco, the Jacobs was deeply hurt. The hurt turned into anger when he started to date his little sister. 

With clenched fists Nate headed downstairs.

-

“God your so fucking beautiful.” Harry whispered into Y/N’s parted lips as she softly moans at his words. “I love you. I love you, so damn much.” His words make the girls face grow hot.

He loved the way she still blushed at his praises. It really showed how much she loved him.

“If you love me please fuck me. Now.”

Harry quickly connects their lips together as he lines himself up with her. As soon as he buries his cock into her she lets out multiple loud moans.

Before he begins to thrust he repositions his arms to be right next to his girlfriend's head giving him a full view of her flushed face.

Several curses come from Harry as he fucks in and out of Y/N.

He loved the way she felt. It was like heaven. 

“Fuck Harry!” Y/N cries out at a particularly hard thrust. Harry smirks cockily as he quickened his pace wanting to get more praises from his girlfriend. 

Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s back as she wraps her legs around his waist trying to be more closer to him. He pants at the feeling of her hands trailing down his lower back to his ass.

A choked moan came from Harry as Y/N cups his ass bringing him closer to her. She was the only girl that could ever made him fall apart like this.

Harry collapses onto her digging his head in the crook of her neck. He soon begin to suck on her neck leaving red and pink splotches decorating the skin.

He loved giving her neck bruises. It showed everyone that she was his.

“H I’m going to—“ Y/N whimpered which made Harry shush her.

“Me too darling. I’m close.”

-

Nate had been in the kitchen when Harry walked in shirtless showcasing his tattoos. 

“You healed pretty quickly.” Harry smirks as he opens the fridge to get a water bottle. The Jacobs who was leaning his elbows on the counter rolled his eyes.

When Cal asked Y/N about the fights she lied and said she didn’t know what happened.

Obviously her father knew she was lying because when he had grilled Cassie about New Years night she said Fez and Harry were the ones that got into the fights with Nate and McKay.

It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“You still deal?” Nate questions sarcastically which makes Harry look unamused. “What? Don’t want the cops called on you guys again.” He smiles making his sister’s boyfriend clench his jaw.

“At least I’m not fucking my ex girlfriend’s best friend.” Harry swiftly replies which makes Nate walk over to him threateningly.

“You don’t know shit.” Nate glares at Harry who was shaking his head smirking. He definitely knew and that's what made Nate scared. 

But before Harry could respond Marsha walks in with a smile. 

“Hey boys finally getting along?” Nate’s mom jokes which makes Harry start to snigger.

“Oh yeah sure something like that.” Harry smiles smugly as he walks away.

-

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Not A Friend - (Sister to Oscar "Spooky" and César Díaz)

Request: "i was wondering if u could do a fic where oscar and cesar have a teen sister and she’s sexually assaulted and tells oscar??"

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3181

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Guns, Cursing

A/N: I usually don't do a author's note before the imagine, but this is a sensitive topic so if this might be triggering please click away.

Y/N - Your Name f/c - favorite color

Y/N sat quietly in her room, reading a book, illuminated by a white lamp sitting on her dresser.

Outside her brother, Oscar laughed with some men and her other brother, César had left a while ago on another adventure with his friends, leaving Y/N by herself in her room. Placing the book down, she moved the curtains away from her window. She looked at the gathering of Santos socializing in the backyard. Red solo cups in hand, dancing and eating. She remembered how Oscar had let her help decorate the backyard for the party only to be later excluded from it. Looking at him laughing with a with his arm around someone she betted that he had forgotten that she was inside.

She had gotten used to being forgotten and treated differently by people. Ever since she was born her brothers didn’t know what to do with her. Oscar had never expected to have to raise a brother by himself and especially not a sister. Even though she was only a year younger than César, Oscar's idea of keeping her safe was keeping her hidden.

She was only allowed to go straight to school then straight home, never alone either. If César or Monse weren’t going to a place neither was Y/N and that’s how it always was. She was especially not allowed to hang out with any of Oscar's friends, making life extremely lonely.

Glancing at a photo that was taped next to the window, she smiled at herself situated between Jasmine and Monse with Jamal, Ruby and César in the back. César’s friends were nice, but they were his friends not hers. He was the one invited to all their parties. He was the one they had tried to save, not her.

This left school to be the only place Y/N could socialize, but no one wanted to be friends with a girl from a gang. She was labeled dangerous before anything else, leaving her by herself. Always forgotten, and always alone.

That night she went to sleep feeling sorry for herself and woke up the same way. It continued the next few days until one day when while sitting in her algebra class, a new student was introduced. He was placed next to her and, ignoring the strange looks the class gave to him, he introduced himself.

“I’m Luke. Can I sit here?”

Y/N looked up at the blond haired boy. Her table partner had moved schools a few months ago and no one bothered to sit with her since. He looked nice, he had a nice smile and it made her want to lower her guard slightly, “Yeah, you can sit here.”

Luke sat next to her and immediately tried to start a conversation. He talked about how he moved from Florida. She noticed, as they talked more, how similar they were. They both had interesting families. He had two brothers, she had two brothers and they both lived near each other.

Y/N found herself laughing more than usual at his jokes. This led to the teacher having to stop class multiple times to scold them. Y/N never had a connection to someone like this, especially not on the first day. At lunch Luke went to sit with with her and -

“Who’s this?” César asked, suddenly sitting down at the lunch table next to his sister and wrapping an arm around her. Jamal, Ruby, and Monse also sat down. The table that previously consisted of two people quickly turned to six. Other kids nearby, eyed the two “dangerous” siblings sitting together.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the unexpected attention that was now forming. “This is Luke, he’s new.”

“Lukeee,” César trailed, “I’m Y/N’s older brother-”

“By a few months,” Y/N butted in.

“Whatever, I’m César, these are my friends Jamal, Ruby and my girl Monse.”

Monse laughed, “I’m not your girl.”

“Not yet,” César winked.

Y/N sighed and threw César’s arm off her. She turned to Elliot and apologized.

“Sorry for them.”

“No they’re cool,” Luke grinned. “Any friend of mine is my friend as well.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “We’re friends now? It’s only been a day.”

“Of course, you’re cool.”

With the compliment Y/N cheeks turned red. As childish as it was, having an established friendship with someone made her feel nice.

“This must be how César and Oscar feel all the time.” She thought.

“I don’t know if Oscar will like you having a friend that is a boy.” Ruby remarked. “No offense, Luke.”

“None taken.”

“Oscar doesn’t like anyone anyways.” Monse muttered, taking a bite into her sandwich.

“Don’t worry” Luke smiled, “I’m one of the good guys.”

“That’s what they all say,” Jamal said suspiciously. He leaned in close to Luke’s face and gave him some crazy faces.

“Okay, great talk guys,” Y/N said sarcastically, “I would love to chat with you more but lunch is about to end and I have to show Luke where his next class is. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah I have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys.” Luke stated, before he was dragged away by Y/N.

The next few weeks Y/N spent all her time with Luke. He sat next to her in the classes they shared, they talked at lunch and while walking home after school. They even stayed up at night so they could talk on the phone. She found herself smiling every time he talked to her. Every time he offered to carry her books. He was just so nice.

One Friday afternoon, Luke came running up to Y/N, putting her items in her backpack after her last class. He put his hands around her eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Guess who?”

“Mrs. Kurt, I told you we can't see each other here.” Y/N whispered.

Luke removed his hands and his face went white. Y/N turned around and started crying with laughter. She had to sit down, her face turning bright red as she continued to laugh, gasping for air.

“I don’t even want to think about you dating my mom.” He trembled, before returning to his cheerful self. “Stop laughing, I have important news. There’s a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

Y/N stopped laughing and thought about it before responding. “I don’t know. I don’t think Oscar would want me to. You know how he is about stuff like that.”

Luke smiled and picked her backpack off the floor. He then put out his hand and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Which is why César and his friends already said they are coming too. Oscar doesn’t have to know you're going as my date.”

“Your date?”

“If you want to be. I want you to be my date.”

Y/N smiled, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “I can be your date.”

“Great,” He took her hand and began to lead her out of the classroom. “It’s going to be amazing, don't worry.”

That night Y/N drank water out of a red solo cup, while sitting on the couch of a kid she had never met before. This time she was the one laughing and partying. Colors flashed around the room as more and more kids came into the house. The air was foggy with smoke and smelt like a mash of perfumes and colognes. Y/N nodded her head to the music enjoying the energy in the room.

To her surprise Luke pulled her up to dance with him. She giggled feeling his hands go around her waist. She put her arms around his neck just like she saw in the movies. Rap was blasting out of speakers placed on the ground. Somewhere someone joked about getting a noise compliment to which the crowd began shouting the rap lyrics louder. Taunting the idea, almost hoping for it so the party could gain extra excitement. Y/N shouted along with them in bliss. Ignoring the past fear she had felt once she noticed César had left. Ignoring the looks she had gotten when she first walked in the party. Ignoring how Luke had moved his hands past the dip in her back...

When she felt his hands squeeze her butt she whispered for him to stop which he did, but she still felt weird. A sinking feeling sat in her gut that this was a mistake. Suddenly the small action made the party feel like too much now. She could smell the stink of alcohol on Luke’s breath and weirdly on herself as well. How did she get drunk?

Y/N moved from Luke to where she had placed her cup. Now she could see scribbled on with a black sharpie, someone else’s name. She must have grabbed the wrong cup sometime during the party. Swaying slightly, she moved back toward Luke.

“I need to go home,” She hiccuped. “I drank someone's drink.”

In the darkness she didn’t see Luke’s small smile. “Wow, I’m sorry. Let’s get you home.”

The two exited the party and began to walk home. Y/N felt more tipsy as she walked, eventually having to lean on the blond boy. She didn’t feel really drunk, she could still tell what was happening, it was just her body felt a little out of balance. Luke seemed the same way, but before they reached Y/N house he grabbed her hips. The sudden movement left her in shock.

“You looked really nice tonight, babe.” He said, pulling her into a kiss as he ran his hands on her back, slowly moving lower onto her butt, then up to her breasts.

Immediately Y/N pushed Luke off of her, moving to wrap her arms around herself. “What the hell? I’m a Santo, pull that shit again and it's over” She yelled, backing away from Luke.

“Like you would, I’m the only one who cares enough to pay attention to you. Do you really think anyone else wants to be around you? I’ll do whatever I want. You would be an idiot to lose me.” He fumed.

Y/N froze. Luke had never acted like that before. He couldn’t truly mean what he was saying. She ran into her house and locked the door behind her. She waited a few minutes to check that he had left, which he did.

After her shower she convinced herself that Luke must have been really drunk. That’s why he acted that way, but on Monday he proved that that was not the case.

At the beginning of algebra it started off okay. Luke kept his eyes on the board and focused on his work. It was okay up to the point where he started rubbing on Y/N's leg. She told him to stop but he ignored her. First rubbing small circles on her knee. Then moving up to her thigh moving closer and closer upwards. No matter how many times she moved his hand he kept putting it back. Eventually she had to stay quiet out of fear of distracting the class, but he kept going. She begged silently for it to stop. Suddenly feeling powerless as he continued to do as he pleased for more days.

At lunch even though Luke continued to joke with César she started to go silent. It was a constant internal battle. If she pushed Luke away more, it would cause her to lose her only friend. If she didn’t she would continue to feel uncomfortable. She told herself it would stop eventually, that things would go back to normal, but they didn’t.

As more days went by Luke tried to do more things. The more he tried to do the quieter Y/N got. But luckily César began to notice. He noticed that Y/N wanted him to sit between her and Luke more. How she stopped laughing at his jokes and how Luke changed his tone when talking to her. It wasn’t always playful like it used to be.

Even though César wasn’t really close to his sister he acknowledged that they had to look out for each other. Y/N had been the one to get Oscar to let him back in the house many times. She looked out for him, and he had to look out for her.

Which is why when César and Monse accidentally walked in on Luke kissing her in an empty classroom while she tried to push him off, he freaked out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He shouted, pulling Luke off of her and close to his face by the collar of his shirt. “I'm Lil’ Spooky I’ll have your face in the dirt if you do that shit again.”

“César, stop what are you doing here. You’re going to hurt him.” Y/N yelled. Monse gently pulled her away from Luke, but she pushed Monse back.

César punched Luke in the eye and he fell down, crumbling into a fetal position. César continued to kick him in the stomach until Y/N pulled him away.

“You’re hurting him! You can’t do this here! César stop please!”

César turned and grabbed Y/N's arm. He led her out of the classroom and out of the school with Monse trailing after them. Y/N’s items in hand.

“I can’t believe he was on you like that. Shit, Y/N. Wait, don't cry, don’t cry, it's okay.”

Y/N hadn’t realized she was crying until he said that. Tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. She choked back sobs, trying to keep herself somewhat together.

She was thankful for César stopping it, but afraid for what would happen next. Once they reached their house César guided her up the stairs and inside where Oscar was smoking a cigarette at the dinner table. Hearing the door burst open and crying he instantly got up. He reached for his gun, but seeing that it was his siblings he stopped.

“Shit, what the hell happened César. Why is she crying?”

“Tell him,” César said softly. Monse ran in and went to Y/N’s side pulling her into a hug.

“Tell me what. Why are you crying?”

“He 's not mad at you hermana. Él va a ayudar.”

Y/N sniffled and buried herself into Monse’s shoulder. Trying to hide her embarrassment she whispered, “My friend at school was touching me in a weird way, Oscar. He wouldn’t stop. I told him to stop, though. I did. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“We’re not mad at you and he’s not a friend anymore, Y/N. That should’ve never happened to you.” Monse murmured.

The room went silent. Monse still slowly rubbed Y/N’s back and César stood tense. Oscar looked from César to Y/N.

“César, do you think he left school yet?”

“Uh yeah, school ended right after I pulled her out.”

“Come on,” Oscar grabbed his gun and began to walk out the door, César following after. Y/N ran after Oscar begging for him to stop.

“Don’t Oscar, don’t hurt hm. He’s my only friend. He’s a kid, it was just a mistake.”

“No no!” He shouted. Oscar turned and placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulder’s. Looking into her teary eyes.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault hermana. My job is to keep you safe. I've failed at a lot of things, but I refuse to fail at that again. Get in the house and rest. He just needs to be taught a lesson. Stay with Monse. Te amo como una hija bebé espeluznante.”

He left with César, leaving Y/N on the lawn. Monse guided her back into the house. She remembered what her dad did whenever she was going through a lot. She treated Y/N the same way. Reassuring her that it will be okay. That it wasn’t her fault.

César and Oscar didn’t come back until later that night.

“We got you this,” Oscar muttered, walking into the house and tossing a stuffed bear to Y/N. “We saw the idea online.” It was a f/c bear with a heart on it that said ‘Te Quiero’ with little messages César and Oscar wrote on the back. There weren't a lot, but the few ones there were were heartfelt.

“Thank you, I love it” Y/N smiled, holding the bear close. Her eyes were still slightly red from crying.

“And pizza,” César quietly cheered. On his face was a bandage, but he moved his face so Y/N couldn’t see it. “Monse do you want to spend the night?”

Monse looked at Y/N, “Yeah I already have clothes here so I’ll stay,”

She picked up a slice of pizza. “Soo, what did you guys do?”

“We took care of it,” Oscar said, sitting on the couch next to Y/N. “He won’t mess with you again. If I didn’t have a reputation I would’ve reported it.” He lowered his voice. “You can always go to us Y/N, we’re going to protect you. If that cabrón messes with you again I’m coming for him. ”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled. “I just wanted a friend, how dumb is that.”

“You can always hang out with us,” Monse added, “We’re your friends. We love having you around.”

Y/N sighed, “I mean my own friend. I love you guys too, but it gets so lonely. No one at school wants to be near me. Soy un marginado.”

The room went silent again. Before Monse spoke up, “You know you’re really smart Y/N. There’s a school in BrentWood that might offer you a scholarship to go there. I know you could pass the entrance exam. ”

“I could get a job for the tuition,” César added, rising from his seat at the dinner table. “Oscar what do you think? You’ve been making more money lately. It would keep her safe. She is really smart.”

Oscar looked at the ceiling, a good sign that he was thinking about the idea. Y/N kept her mouth shut, trying not to get too excited.

“How would she get there?”

“It’s a long bus ride,” Monse remarked, “But it’s safe. Only a bunch of rich kids. Most of them will be nice to you, Y/N. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re strong. Not a lot of them are like that there. No one will know who you're related to. I can get my mom to help get you in.”

César, Monse, and Y/N looked at Oscar. He took a deep breath and released it. Pulling a cigarette out his pocket, he lit it. Breathing deep he puffed out the smoke.

“I failed you today as a hermano, if I can keep you safe I will. I’ll work on getting you there.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Oscar, feeling César join as well.

“Thank you Oscar. Thank you Cesar. Thank you Monse. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah” Oscar grinned. “Get off me I’m going to bed. I think I’ll go to the beach tomorrow. Want to come?”

“Yes!”

Author's Note: My DMs are always open to anyone who needs it. I am also on twitter to anyone who wants to talk @/thepage150. Requests are open. You are important. You are valued. You are loved. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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hi elliot! can you do a drabble or hcs of how kuroo, the miya twins, oikawa, and bokuto would propose to their s/o? if that's a lot of characters, then pls just take your pick but pls include kuroo! thank u so much!! btw i really like your "they accidentally hurt you" post. it provides realism and a middle ground to the usual extremes we see in reader-insert content - idyllic/saccharine vs dark content (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

how they propose to you 𓍢 ᭡

includes : oikawa , kuroo , bokuto !

warnings : some misunderstandings in oikawa’s from a prank lolol , some cursing !

a/n : hi anon! ur my first anon message and you warmed my heart<333 also i lowk got inspiration from bokutos from a spanish music video i watched in spanish class today, sue me lololol

oikawa tooru

he’s just dumb

he thought it would be funny to try to prank you

dumbass

butttttt knowing his luck, it didn’t go as planned—

okay, well, it started off innocent— he planned to try to casually slide it in, maybe catch you off gaurd, then get down on his knee and ask you to marry him!

but, when you were on top of him tickling him, he wanted to get back at you.

and like tooru oikawa, he didn’t fully think it through.

“mei! stop!” he laughed, as a joke. it was supposed to be a joke.

you stopped your fingers that were wiggling by his sides. you slumped on his lap. “what?”

he peeked at you and smiled. “what do you mean what?”

“who’s mei?”

“i didn’t say mei,” he replied, your eyes watered and you got off of his lap. he sat up and stared at you. “y/n? are you okay?”

he got up but you already were in your room, slapping the door shut.

“stupid tooru! you made ‘em upset,” he scolded himself quietly.

when he walked up to your shared room, he heard the sniffles and sobs that came from the other side that broke his heart. he knocked on the door three times before entering.

“honey,” he walked over to you and hugged you. you sobbed into his chest.

“how long has it been going on tooru?” you asked through your sobs.

he pet your hair, “what do you mean baby?”

“don’t act dumb! it’s like—“ you paused. “it’s like you’re trying to ignore the fact you’ve been cheating!”

he thought you knew he was joking. “y/n—“

“if you’re not going to tell me then i’m leaving,” you turned around to start packing your bags.

his eyes widened in panic. “nonono! no, shit—“ he was embarrassed. “i didn’t mean it! it didn’t happen! mei isn’t real!”

you stopped packing, “what?”

“she—it was supposed to be a joke. a joke to make you stop tickling me. it’s dumb because i don’t think things through. but that’s why i need you— i need you to be there so you can stop me from doing the stupid shit that i do,” he looked at you to see if you were looking at him.

and you were, you looked pissed. he sighed and bent down on his knee, pulling out the ring he had gotten weeks ago.

“y/n, i know i’m dumb. but please, forgive me for this stupid prank, and please stay with me forever. don’t leave, please.”

“stand up.”

he did so, and he wasn’t sure what to expect, but a slap across the face wasn’t it.

“you’re a fucking idiot, tooru oikawa,” you laughed, kissing him. “but— i suppose that’s why i’m here. and i’m not leaving.”

he beamed at those words, he wasn’t sure if he smiled wider in his entire life. he kissed your cheek repeatedly, “i love you so much

kuroo tetsuro

PLEASE- he would set you upppppp

giving you hints, to where he is

but not random hints, it would be like a mini time line of your relationship

he would through a lil chemistry is there to mess with you

lovingly, though<3

you woke up alone in bed, a little confused since your boyfriend would always be there— to kiss you good morning.

you rolled over to grab your phone from its charger, looking at the text message from kuroo.

boyfrie tetsu<3

good morning baby<3 sorry i’m not there this morning, let’s play a little— hide and seek game, the prize is a big one!

the first hint: we didn’t quite meet there, but it was where i became your “boyfriend” for the first time

good luck baby!<3

you were confused by his text, and honestly, you almost wanted to ignore it. it’s too damn early for this.

but, you can’t. you knew he was going to be waiting for you, and you can’t leave him all alone.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you groaned and started your day. you still got dressed none the less, and went to a café you always go to.

as the barista handed you your drink, you saw a note on it.

dear y/n,

you’re probably here for your morning coffee, but, none the less, this is where we first started to ‘date’! that one guy who wouldn’t stop hitting on you, and your prince charming (aka me aka the most handsome man ever) came to your rescue;)

where we promised each other is your new hint, good luck!<3

you knew where it was once you read the bolder letters. you thanked, and tipped the barista. you were more than happy to remember the memory.

“tetsu, it’s so late out, what if we get kidnapped!” you ranted your anxieties to him.

“kidnapped? you think anyone would dare to fight your prince charming?” he kissed your head as you two walked. “we’re almost there.”

he led you to the bridge that curved over the water like a C shape. you both leaned forward on the cement railing and looked at the moon.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he admitted out of the blue, you looked at him.

“i’m in love with you too, tetsu.” you leaned your head on him, he wrapped an arm around you.

“i know we’re only in highschool. but i promise, i’ll marry you.”

“i’ll be waiting for that day, tetsu. even if it’s till we’re sixty, or if we’re only in our young twenties and being stupid. i’ll be waiting for you.”

you both melted at each other’s words, you shared a passionate kiss.

you ran up to where the bridge was. your pace slowed as your boyfriend came into view. he was holding flowers, and a lock.

you panted, “i hate running tetsu.” you breathed out, he laughed at you. “i know, sorry.”

you stood straight, looking at what he was wearing. it looked fancier than usual. “what’s the lock for?” you asked.

he looked at it and smiled, “i remember, it was our second year of college. you were so mad that they changed the bridge. that they changed the fencing, and couples started to put locks on it.”

“..and?”

“and i was thinking we could do one too?” he questioned. you smiled and grabbed the lock. you bent down and locked it, he wrote both of your initials on it.

you stood up, but your boyfriend stayed on his knee.

“tetsu what are you doing?”

he pulled a little box from his back pocket, a few pedestrians stopped and watched what was happening.

“when we were sixteen, we made a stupid promise to each other at midnight on this bridge. and i promised i would marry you. y/n, i told you ten years ago, when we were sixteen, that i love you.” he paused for a second to look up at your face, which was in shock. “and i still do, so please, keep the promise and marry me.”

“oh my god, oh my god! yes yes!” you got on your knees with him. he laughed at you for getting on your knees with him instead of waiting for him to stand up.

you tackled him in a hug while other people clapped for you two.

bokuto kotarou

tbh this stressed him out

he wasn’t sure when, how, or what to say

you two had talked about marriage and how you two would gladly marry each other

but he wasn’t sure when!!!

he kept the ring on him at all times just incase:)

you and bokuto were just returning from a walk. the snow was heavier than expected by you two, so when you got home to a pile of snow, you were thrilled.

“kou let’s make a snowman! like we did with your old team, c’mon!” you dragged him by the hand to your front yard.

you and bokuto were always childlike in your relationship, you two getting excited at the tiniest things that makes you two act like children. so when you saw the snow, you felt more than joy.

you began by making a small snowball in your hand, and rolling it as you walked around your yard, to form a big snowball for the base. by the time you were done with the biggest snowball, bokuto was done with the medium sized one.

“okay, if we pick it up at the same time, it shouldn’t break,” you lifed the medium sized snowball with him. you set it on top of the biggest one.

“hey hey hey! y/n! let me make the tinniest one while you get the scarf, carrot, and eyes and smile,” he suggested. you nodded and kissed his cold cheek before heading inside to quickly grab the items.

you grabbed a pink scarf, a white hat that kou got you one year, and a carrot and some coal for the eyes and smile.

when you headed outside, you saw the snowman was all made. your insides felt bubbly as your childlike happiness was showing.

you ran out to him. “i got everything kou!”

“okay! you decorate, and don’t turn around until i say so. i have a surprise for you,” he replied. you were confused at what the surprise could be, but you agreed none the less.

you put the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. you then placed the eyes, and tried your best to make the smile symmetrical.

you wrapped the scarf around it’s neck, and put the hat on top. “okay kou, i’m done! can i turn around?”

there was a short pause, “okay now you can.”

you turned around to him on his knee, holding out a ring. your mouth dropped open to see writing in the snow.

will you marry me? ♥︎

“yes! yes yes!” you basically screamed, tackling him and kissing him repeatedly.

“the ring! wheres the ring?” he questioned. you both started to dig it up in the snow, laughing at how stupid you two were.

you found it, and slid it on your finger. “i cant wait to marry you, baby.” your hands slid up and down his chest before you kissed him.

[snailvalley]

✨ Some Stardew Headcanons cuz I’m bored oof ✨ (a lot of them are abt Leah sorry)

Leah makes the designs for the tags the farmer puts on their artisan goods

Willy knew the farmer’s grandpa and even the farmer when they were really young, he wants to take a grandfatherly roll in their life now, but doesn’t really feel like it’s his place.

Willy, Gus, Linus, and even Rasmodius sometimes have poker nights at the saloon, it’s just a little secret ritual that they have every month. Sometimes Shane joins but.. he’s not very good.

Leah and Elliot both come off kinda serious on their own, but both become total goofs when with each other.

Leah often finds Shane out by the lake on summer nights. Sometimes she listens to him vent about life, sometimes they just hang out in comfortable silence, she draws/paints, he drinks. I feel like they would be good friends.

Penny x Maru.... but they’ve been the best of friends since first grade. They’d often team up together to do projects, and were just huge nerds all throughout highschool.

Leah is a great cook, and maybe runs a lil cooking blog on the side, she’s always super proud of what she comes up with using the local forage.

I feel like despite her “popular girl” demeanor.. Haley is very lonely. She has a hard time letting her guard down and wants to be friends with the other girls in town, but feels like they may judge her because of the way she was in high school.

Haley, Alex, Sebastian, Abby, Emily, Maru, and Penny all went to highschool together. At different grades of course, but they’d all have to take the same 1 hour bus ride to the nearest highschool.

Leah and Elliot are definitely platonic soulmates. Leah shows up to his small readings, and he always shows up to her small coffee shop shows. They confide in each other when they’re having creative blocks, and in the fact that neither of their families really “get” their creative paths.

That’s it for now... my asks are often if u want headcanons abt specific characters!! I love Stardew and think about the characters a lot.

[dreadpoetssociety]

I Just Want My Brother

TW: Kidnapping, Abuse, Death, Drugs, Mentions of blood. 

Prompt: hi! i loved ur reid x sis!reader!! i was wondering if u could do one with reid x teen sis!reader and maybe she was a witness to something or got kidnapped and survived or something so they have to give her a cognitive interview and she refuses to do it unless spence is there or the one asking her the questions

Note: I really liked this request. I feel like I may have gotten off topic a littttttttle bit, but I tried my best! Also, sorry for any grammatical mistakes! 

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3589

You were never really one to defy your elder brother’s rules, given how lenient he was with you, but it was supposed to just be one fun night out with your friends. The night scene that your friends adored was never really your cup of tea due to the horror stories Spencer would come home with. Girls getting kidnapped going on a run, girls being drugged and killed at a party, girls just going missing off the streets never to be found until it was too late, things like that. After a while, he slowly stopped giving you the gory details when he’d noticed the actual effect it had on your own life, whether or not you chose to acknowledge that when begging him to tell you more, but not knowing what was out there did scare you. Especially after stealing one of Spence’s files and looking at the photos that it held.

But, you were feeling daring on this particular night. Your friends finally convinced you to sneak out of the house. Spencer wouldn’t be back from his current job until morning, and even if you did get caught, you were generally a good kid. You bent the rules from time to time, but most high-schoolers you knew were sneaking out regularly, skipping class, doing hard drugs and even getting arrested from time to time. How bad could you be? At least, that was the reasoning your friends put into your head.

So, you thought hey, if you ever have kids, mind as well at least have one cool story to tell them. You didn’t even bother to go through the apartment window, you just walked out the door and met your friends out on the street. It was nearly midnight, but the night had just begun. 

It was hours of going to this person’s house and that person’s apartment, stopping by a random party and making noise in the streets, until finally, your friends made it to a bar. 

“You know,” you laughed a little anxiously, “maybe we shouldn’t. I mean I don’t even have a way of getting in there.”

“Y/N, chill. I know your brother freaks you into obeying the rules, but those things he sees have like a .0001% of actually happening. Like what are the chances really?” your friend, Elliot, smiled at you. 

“Actually, about one out of 300,000 people get kidnapped, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but the actual percentage is-“

“Y/N, we’re fine! Kids do this all the time. Plus, I already paid that Barry kid to make you a fake. Consider it an early birthday gift.” your other friend, Sheila, pulled out her purse and passed you the piece of plastic. Although incredibly concerned, you were impressed by how realistic it was. You sighed. 

“Fine, you’re right.” you laughed, “But there’s no way I’m convincing that bouncer that I’m 21.”

“Confidence is key. Just stroll past him like you know what you’re doing. If you look nervous they’ll know. I swear, Y/N, those dudes can smell fear.” Elliot laughed. The three of you made your way to said club entrance, and although the bouncer did seem suspicious of you, he just let you in anyway. 

The club was loud, there was a band on stage and lasers going throughout the room. Alice and Elliot didn’t hesitate to drag you to the bar first. You’d drank a little before, but you’d never gotten buzzed, let alone completely drunk. It wasn’t really your style, and thankfully, Elliot and Alice respected that. They pressured you to do a lot of things, but not anything like drugs or alcohol. They merely pushed you out of your comfort zone sometimes, and irregardless of whether or not the adults around you thought they were a good influence didn’t matter to you. 

“We’re going to go dance, but we’ll be nearby if you don’t want to join us! Just make sure not to go too far alone, Y/N” Alice stated, knowing you would absolutely not agree to dance with them. You smiled and nodded and the two went off to do their thing within your sight. 

“What can I get you, young lady?” the man at the bar caught you off guard. 

“Oh, uh, maybe just a glass of water?”

“Ah, designated driver I presume?” he laughed.

“Yeah, something like that.” you replied, “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on those two.” you nudged your head towards your two friends who were living it up with some other people in the crowd who you think might’ve been your age, too. You were sort of surprised at how easy it was to get into this club, considering so many of your peers get thrown out of it or get caught. 

The man passed you the water and walked off almost a bit angrily. Understandably, though, because water is free.  You made a note to leave the man a tip later anyway. It was the least you could do. You played with the straw, took a few sips, and watched as your friends danced the night away. 

After a while, though, you began to feel off. Dizzy even, and you couldn’t think clearly. It was a hot summer night in a hot crowded club, the one cup of water you drank all day was right in front of you, so you figured it was the heat. You decided to take a quick trip outside to try and catch some air.

It was when you left the club that it really hit you. The world was turning, and you were barely able to stay awake. 

The club was located in an area that wasn’t super lit other than the one club sign. The bouncers must’ve been in the midst of switching shifts because there wasn’t one outside. 

“Hey young lady, you okay?” a man’s voice was all you could make out of him. You could see him, but you couldn’t, and it didn’t make sense. Someone grabbed you and the world went dark.

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You woke up slowly. You didn’t recognize your surroundings, the walls were concrete and disgusting. The room reeked of something. 

You tried to stand, but something was holding you to the floor. Having looked down, you noticed sort chains attached to both wrists. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t scream.

How the hell. . . you thought. How did they get me here? 

The last thing you could really remember was the water. What was in the water? It was too slow to be ketamine, too fast to be rohypnol. You wondered. Oh my god, gamma hydroxybutyric acid. Or cherry meth. 

You heard someone make a noise and instantly forgot about the debate in your head. Being able to think more clearly, and your eyesight less blurred, you began to take in your surroundings. There were windows in two two of the walls without glass. Taking a look, you noticed three other women in you line of sight. One in the room with you, who was starting to wake up, and two through the left and right windows. Straight ahead was a doorway that showed a room with a table on in the middle.

It was then that you really began to understand what was happening. The exact thing you were afraid of this whole time. Your breath sped up, your heart was nearly coming out of your body, your blood ran cold. 

“Hey,” the girl was awake now, “I’m Charlotte.” you looked at her wide eyed. Here you two were, chained against a wall, she was bruised and bloodied up and down, and she decided that it was appropriate to introduce herself? 

“What’s happening?” you didn’t even think to reply back to her. She could be anyone. She could be the person who took you, acting as your friend. Your paranoid mind raced through multiple scenarios.

“Look, you’ll be fine as long as you listen.”

“Listen? Listen to what? To who? Who took us? What are they-“ 

“You need to calm down.” she whispered, “If they hear you they’ll come. They haven’t been so nice to the noisy ones.”

If anything anybody had never shut you up before, that certainly did. You could feel the fear in every nerve of your body. he other girls around you faced the floor. One was in a party dress, the other in a pan suit. Looking at them, the girls had nothing in common. One had dark hair, the other had her hair dyed a faded blue, and the last was blonde, each with a different eye color and skin tone. You tried your best to think like your brother, but you couldn’t. Unlike him, you weren’t a genius, you were just average.

You heard a door creek open and all the girls instantly looked up. Through the doorway of your room, you saw a masked man walk in. You could almost hear the other girls’ hearts pumping. You watched in terror as he began to step towards you. When he got into the room, though, he turned towards Charlotte, and began unchaining her.

“No, please!” she cried, “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.” 

Charlotte went quiet. He aggressively picked her up by her arm and dragged her to the table, of which he pinned her down onto and began to strap her in. It wasn’t long before he opened a cabinet out of your view, and pulled out various rusty tools.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked. You didn’t even think out what you were doing. What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Y/N? you thought to yourself. Unconsciously, you knew that you can’t profile this guy like Spencer could, you couldn’t talk your way out of this, but you could protect the girls around you. How? By pissing him off. 

“Don’t speak, woman.” he growled.

“What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” he slammed a knife-like tool straight down into the table a millimeter next to Charlotte’s abdomen, “What? Did I hurt your masculinity, big boy?” 

He unstrapped her quickly. You figured what was coming for you next, and it wasn’t long before you were on that table. The leather restraints were on way too tight, there were splinters in your back already from the poorly sanded wooden table, which you figured was on purpose. And all you could do was watch, and scream, as this man did whatever he wanted to you. hitting you, cutting you, seemingly testing out tools you’d never even seen before. The camera on the ceiling told you that he was recording this all to watch later.

And all you could do was scream out your brother’s name.

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You didn’t know how long you were there. Hours, days, weeks, you had no idea. Time didn’t exist down there. Ever since your first encounter with the man, you tried to deter him from the other women around you any time he came around. And fortunately for them but not for you, it worked.

All of the pain and screaming left you numb, but it wasn’t until you saw him get angrier with one of the other girls that you weren’t able to comprehend your situation anymore.

She hadn’t been doing well, the one in the party dress. The color in her skin was drained, making her paler, her eyes sunk. And you watched as the man pulled a knife from his pocket, and stuck it right through her heart. The screams from you and the girls flooded the room, and it was like the air in the building was being sucked out. 

You would never forget it.

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You were asleep when suddenly you heard the door open again and your body began to shake. But it wasn’t the man who came in.

“Reid! I got her!” the sound of Morgan’s voice echoed in your ears. Spencer burst into the room, and while Morgan Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi tended to the other three girls, Reid and Hotch came straight to you.

“Y/N? Oh my god, Y/N, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you out of here.” Spencer panicked as he tugged at the chains, “Come on!” 

“Y/N, do you know where the unsub went?” Hotch asked. You looked at him, you understood his words, but all you could manage to say was,

“Liquid cherry.” 

“Y/N?”

“No, cherry E.” you were so distorted, either from the pain, or from the shock.

“Y/N I don’t understand.” Hotch said.

“Liquid cherry?” Reid repeated, “Y/N, do you mean Liquid E?” you nodded.

“Cherry meth.” Hotch confirmed. You don’t even know why you brought it up. It wasn’t important, and although that’s what the man used on you, it wasn’t even relevant at this point.

The rest was a blur. Being free had a different meaning to it for you then. But yet, you were brought into an interrogation room after the ambulance had deemed that you didn’t have any truly hospitalizing injuries, just horrible bruises along with scars that would probably never fade away. You looked down at the table.

Emily Prentiss and JJ sat on the other end of the table. 

“Y/N, we know you’ve been through something traumatic, but that man is still out there. The other two girls aren’t conscious, and you’re the only one who knows what he looks like.” Prentiss explained, “You might not remember, but we if you’re able, we want to do a cognitive interview with you. It might help you remember details you didn’t know you picked up on.” 

“I don’t want to be here alone.” you whispered. JJ sighed sadly for you, “I don’t want to do it unless it’s Spencer.”

“I know, Y/N, but your brother is personally involved now. He can’t work on this case.” she said. In your heart you knew why, and you understood completely. But your mind just didn’t follow, and you shook your head. You looked up, and the color of the room and placement of the mirror seemed to eerily familiar, and the scene switched.

There you were, back on that concrete floor, screaming out for Spencer. All you wanted was for your brother to come save you. You saw the man walking towards you. You screamed louder as he got closer.

You felt someones hands on your shoulders and the scene had changed again. You were breathing heavily, the interrogation chair was on its back, and you were in the corner of the room. Emily and JJ were crouched with concerning eyes in front of you.

“Y/N? It’s us.” 

“I can’t do it.” you sobbed, “Not without him. I won’t.”

Emily and JJ looked at each other and nodded. Emily walked out of the room while JJ sat on the floor with you.

“You’re safe now.”

“He’s still out there he’s not going to stop.” you whispered, “I just want my brother. I just want Spencer.”

She held you tight.

“We won’t let anything happen to you. Spence won’t let anything happen to you.” she reassured. 

It wasn’t long after that Spencer finally entered the room and signaled that it was okay for JJ to leave.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft, and you instantly felt safer in the presence of your brother, “are you sure you can do this?” you nodded in response. As much as it terrified you, you didn’t want that monster hurting any other girls. He was still out there somewhere. Spence helped you up and fixed your chair. You sat across from each other.

“Y/N, I need you to close your eyes.” he said. You did so, “Now think. What’s the weather like before you met the unsub? Was it cloudy, light, dark?”

“It was night. The sky was so clear.” you replied, imagining the time in your mind.

“You’re going out. Who are you with?” he asked.

“Alice and Elliot. Spencer, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have broken the rules.” you cried. Spencer hadn’t even considered the thought of you sneaking out until now, but had decided that it was a talk for another time, if he thought you’d ever be able to handle it.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re safe.” he said. With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see the tears pricking your brother’s eyes. He’d seen many tragic things, done some of the most gruesome cognitive interviews, seen the most disgusting and vile actions done by the most heartless of monsters, but none of that beat this. His own sister. He’d watched the tapes that the man had recorded , and his heart sunk every time you screamed out his name, but his anger grew just as much, “Where did you guys go right before you met the unsub?”

“The club on 16th street.” you stated, seeing yourself and your friends right outside the doors, “Alice and Elliot convinced me to go in.”

“What are you doing in there?”

“Alice and Elliot went to dance. I don’t like dancing, so they stay near me while I sit at the bar?” you realized that you talked as if you were presently there.

“Who is around you? Anyone you recognize?” he asked.

“No, I’m alone with the bartender.”

“Is he talking to you?” Spencer questioned. It was then that you recognized something.

“What can I get you, YOUNG LADY?” the bartender’s voice echoed in your mind, and aligned with the man who asked if you were okay outside before you were taken. You realized that the size and stature of the man who had tortured you matched with the bartender. You gasped and opened your eyes quickly. You were visibly distraught, so Spencer grabbed your hand in a quick attempt to comfort you.

“Y/N, are you okay? If it’s too much we can-“

“The bartender, Spencer.” you huffed out, “He said something to me and spoke to me outside after I was drugged.”

“Do you know what he looks like? Or his name?” he asked. Your thoughts were so fragmented now that you couldn’t remember, and a few tears slipped down your face as shook your head, “Do you want to try to keep going? You don’t have to Y/N I don’t want to put you through this again.”

“No!” you yelled, “No, it’s okay. It’s important. I can do this as long as you’re here.” He smiled slightly at how much you trusted him, but it quickly faded.

“The bartender,” he started, “He’s talking with you, what’s he saying?”

“He asks me if I want a drink. Calls me ‘young lady.’” you replied, as you saw yourself seated at the bar. The man just looked like a blur to you, and you tried so hard to remember him.

“What’s around him?” Spencer asked. 

“Well drinks, obviously. Alcohol.” 

“What kind?”

“He’s got all kinds of fancy bottles. Jim Beam, Captain Morgan, Patron, Bacardi,” you paused, “The Smirnoff is the same color as his shirt. A red shirt as a bartender. He stands out in an odd way.”

“His shirt, is he wearing anything? A name tag?” 

“He has a lanyard. It’s got pins on it and a picture with his-“ you see his name in big black letters on the end of the lanyard, “Andrew Vaughn. The drug is started to hit me now Spencer I-“

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he quickly got up and hugged you, “you’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed into his shirt, grabbing onto him. He put his head on yours.

“It’s not you’re fault Y/N. You’ve been through something traumatic, you can’t be sorry for it.” he said.

“If I hadn’t gone out like you told me, Spence! And those other girls. The one in the party dress! I watched her die! He just stabbed her and she bled out in agony, Spencer!” you nearly yelled. You almost couldn’t breathe, and your face was wet with the tears.

Spencer’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Reid knew some what of what you were going through. He reminded himself of what it was like when Tobias Hankel, and tried to think of how he wanted people to treat him then when he was freed, and how long it took for him to be okay again. He never really was, and he was afraid that you would never be able to feel safe again, but understood why you wouldn’t. He just wanted to take care of you, and blamed himself for not being there.

Within the next few hours, Hotch had refused to let a very angry Spencer go with the team to the unsub’s house. The BAU, although, successfully brought your kidnapper into custody.

“You don’t have to worry now, Y/N” Morgan said to you, “We’re gonna make sure he never sees the light of day again. He’ll live the rest of his life behind those bars.” 

“Yeah.” was all you managed to say with the slightest smile as you walked through whatever precinct you were in. 

“Y/N, Garcia told me to tell you that if you ever need anything, she’s here. I think the same goes for the rest of us.” Rossi explained.

“Thanks. I owe you all everything.” you said.

“Let’s get you home.” Spencer put his hand on your shoulder, careful not to touch any of your injuries, and the two of you walked out together.

You would never be the same after that, but at least you had your brother by your side.

[doubleattitude]

24/7 Dance Convention, Reno, NV: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Sidekick Solo

1st: Lauralee King-’Bigger Is Better’

2nd: Valentina Segrest-’All Is Found’

3rd: Nyla McCarthy-’Wind It Up’

4th: Nicole Soto-’Shake and Shimmy’

5th: Brecca Garcia-’Day-O’

5th: Kenlee Townsend-’Kill The Lights’

6th: Ayla Zink-’Stop’

7th: Wren Lavery-’Sweet, Sweet’

8th: Paisley Greendandl-’Worldwide Party’

9th: Marley Cliffe-’Dessert’

9th: Greta Jones-’Shake Rattle and Roll’

10th: Malia Tuaileva-’Stupid Cupid’

Mini Solo

1st: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’

2nd: Isabella Kouznetsova-’Almost There’

2nd: Tiara Sherman-’And The Things Remain’

3rd: Harper Ducale-’Change Is Everything’

3rd: Winter Eberts-’Dreamlike’

3rd: Naiya Abalos-’Forces’

3rd: Cali Cassidy-’Weird People’

4th: Paizley Cogswell-’A Moment Apart’

4th: Fiona Wu-’Juliet’s Dream’

4th: Joah Moore-’Mad World’

4th: Regan Gerena-’My Boyfriend’s Back’

4th: Presley Nava-’Pure Imagination’

4th: Delilah Hewitt-’Shop Around’

5th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels To Fly’

5th: Kylie Lawrence-’Breathe In’

5th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’

5th: Everleigh Soutas-’Heartbeat’

5th: Olivia Armstrong-’Hit Me With A Hot Note’

5th: Kate Baker-’I’ll Stand By You’

5th: Aria Du-’Reddir’

5th: Elizabeth Hsu-Kwan-’Ruin’

6th: Diana Jouznetsova-’It’s In His Kiss’

6th: Hadlee Heriford-’Unbroken’

7th: Tabitha Nan-’Torn’

7th: June Newmarker-’What A Feeling’

8th: Zoey German-’On My Own’

8th: Elliana Anbardan-’Runway Walk’

8th: Joy Lin-’This Is Me’

9th: Rory Frye-’Amen’

9th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’

9th: Reagan Nordling-’Lemon of Pink’

10th: Khloe Kwon-’Black Pink!’

10th: Aubrey Tolentino-’Footwurkin’

10th: Holland Fraley-’Torn’

Junior Solo

1st: Gracyn French-’CoverGirl’

2nd: Laci Stoico-’Mibiso’

3rd: Makaia Roux-’Everything I Wanted’

4th: Mya Tuaileva-’Can’t Unhear’

4th: Kortlynn Rosenbaugh-’Unearthed’

5th: Hayden Olson-’Breathe’

5th: Lincoln Blakely-’What I Came to Do’

5th: Kendyl Fay-’You’ll Find A Way’

5th: Madison Ortega-’Island Song

6th: Campbell Clark-’I’ll Be Seeing You’

6th: Kylee Ngo-’Ex machina’

6th: Ciana Ciulla-’Sophrosyne’

6th: Madison Ronquillo-’White Ferrari’

6th: Rylee Young-’Lullaby’

7th: Bella Fernandez-’She Was Running’

7th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’

7th: Leighton Werner-’The Rose’

8th: Gigi Hipwell-’Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word’

8th: Abbi Francis-’Feel It Still’

8th: Sienna Brown-’Ballroom Blitz’

8th: Natalie Kulba-’Ascending’

8th: Stella Eberts-’Valley’

8th: Campbell Bas-’Silhouette’

9th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’

9th: Lena Chiem-’Grand Piano’

9th: Anya Inger-’Quiet Thoughts’

10th: Sunnie Pelant-’No Place Like Home’

Teen Solo

1st: Dyllan Blackburn-’Haunted’

2nd: Kaitlyn Tom-’Charity Bound’

2nd: Luke Barrett-’Eden’

2nd: Carley Thinfen-’Self Destruction’

2nd: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’

2nd: Imogene Elias-’Timer’

3rd: Zoe Ridge-’A Thousand Eyes’

3rd: Katy McIlwaine-’Heavy’

3rd: Cydney Heard-’I’m Going In’

3rd: Ava DeCristofaro-’Letting In’

3rd: Isabella Warfield-’Nicest Thing’

3rd: Jenna Koblin-’Ultralight Beam’

4th: Kaitlyn Ortega-’All Human Beings’

4th: Sami Sonder-’Fever’

4th: Brooklyn Sandlin-’Hollow’

4th: Siena Riga-’Naked’

4th: Mason Walker-’Touch’

5th: Ali McKeown-’All I Ask’

5th: Lilly McCollum-’Control’

5th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’

5th: Kamryn Webb-’Take Me Out’

6th: Mikaella Lopez-’Mind In Flight’

6th: Dayanara Vega-’Skin’

6th: Amanda J. Lai-’The Journey, Not The Destination’

6th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’

6th: Riley Cooke-’Yellow’

6th: Aiden Boquiren-’You Will Be Found’

7th: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’

7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’My Identity’

7th: Julissa Ortiz-’Never Knock’

7th: Felix Fulton-’Rome’

8th: Tiffany Robinson-’Human Touch’

8th: Milana Zamora-’Hypnosis’

8th: Ellyana Lor-’Rise of the Phoenix’

8th: Zoey Garcia-’Slappers’

8th: Claire Kaplan-’Suspended’

8th: Avery Reyes-’The Garden’

9th: Bella Machado-’Everybody Got Their Something’

9th: Aaliyah Wiley-’If I Ain’t Got You’

10th: Tyler Chiyuto-’Glitch’

10th: Deanna Zarkova-’Love Song’

10th: Gabbie Carrozza-’Unbroken’

Senior Solo

1st: Zach Burk-’2/21/21′

1st: Selena Hamilton-’Keep an Eye Out’

2nd: Kendall Pangburn-’Secret’

2nd: Anna Miller-’50 Ways’

2nd: Perris Amento-’Addicted to Love’

3rd: Charlotte Foldes-’Shock To Us All’

3rd: Priscilla Tom-’The Blues’

3rd: Milan Furtado-’Peace of Mind’

4th: Gianna Van Den Bosch-’Feel’

4th: Shane Higa-’Superpower’

4th: Camille Fehr-’Till Now’

5th: Kadynce Ross-’Findings’

5th: Kaylee Feierfeil-’Lasting Lover’

5th: Amanda Taylor-’What Is Happening To Me’

5th: Kacie De La Rose-’What’s Poppin’

6th: Lauren Wallingford-’Entanglement’

6th: Izzy Burton-’For All We Know’

6th: Kolton Cross-’Get Your Head In The Game?’

6th: Reese Taylor-’Pink’

6th: Madeline Underwood-’Power of Love’

7th: Mia Hurtz-’Don’t Worry About Me’

7th: John Mays-’Kash’

7th: Amara Tedford-’Stand By Me’

7th: Bianca Capanna-’Unchained Melody’

8th: Grace Glass-’All My Friends’

8th: Stella von Borck-’Hater’

9th: Christina Laude-’Black Ships’

9th: Hanna Clark-’Close To You’

9th: Galilee Nelson-’Everything I Wanted’

9th: Kaitlyn Hong-’I Try’

9th: Cassie Brown-’Ransom’

9th: Delaney Davis-’Shades of Cool’

10th: Noelani Kreider-’Fade’

10th: Alivia Elliot-’My Mistake’

10th: Makenna Bilodeaux-’Oops’

10th: Mallory Davis-’Put It On Me’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’American Boy’

2nd: Project 21-’I Am The Cute One’

3rd: Pave School of The Arts-’Blow’

3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Everybody Dance Now’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Dance Unlimited Boise-’Me and My Shadow’

2nd: Yoko’s Dance and Performing Arts Academy-’Bring You Home’

3rd: Creative Edge Dance Studio-’Chapstick’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: DNA Dance Collective-’Tapout’

2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Amen’

3rd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Dive In The Water’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Layers’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Woman’

3rd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Take Over’

Sidekick Group

1st: Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’

2nd: Echo School of Dance-’Tonight Belongs To You’

3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’

Mini Group

1st: Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’

2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Swine’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’We Go To Work’

3rd: Echo School of Dance-’We Comin’

Junior Group

1st: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’

2nd: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’

3rd: Project 21-’Wegue’

Teen Group

1st: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’

2nd: Project 21-’Bring On The Men’

3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’

Senior Group

1st: Project 21-’We Can, We Will’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’SR HH”

3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Silence’

Sidekick Line

1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’

2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’We Got The Beat’

Mini Line

1st: Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’

2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’The List’

3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Candy Man’

Junior Line

1st: Project 21-’Proud Mary’

2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’

3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Lost On You’

Teen Line

1st: Project 21-’Post That’

2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Can U Feel The Beat’

2nd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Nine One Six’

2nd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’

3rd: California Dance Company-’Back Alley’

Senior Line

1st: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’

2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’

3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Fergalicious’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Project 21-’Desoleil’

2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Sidekick Jazz

1st: Echo School of Dance-’Tonight Belongs To You’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’We Got The Beat’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Yankee Doodle Dandee’

Sidekick Hip-Hop

1st: Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’

Sidekick Tap

Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’

Mini Jazz

1st: Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’ 2nd: Pave School of The Arts-’Swine’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Candy Man’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’We Go To Work’ 3rd: Echo School of Dance-’We Comin’

Mini Tap

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Mr. Postman’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’What You Want’ 3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Pennies from Heaven’

Mini Contemporary

1st: Pave School of The Arts-’The List’ 2nd: Echo School of Dance-’Warrior’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Wind Beneath My Wings’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Somewhere We Know’ 3rd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Somewhere Only We Know’

Mini Musical Theatre

Project 21-’Fan Tan Fannie’

Junior Jazz

1st: Project 21-’Proud Mary’ 2nd: Project 21-’Stuff Like That There’ 3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’You Got The Look’

Junior Ballet

Denisa’s School of Dance-’Warrior’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Echo School of Dance-’Swagg Out’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Diamond Block’

Junior Tap

1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’ 2nd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Don’t Want To Dance Alone’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Dear Future Husband’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Project 21-’No Fear But Anticipation’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’How Will I Know’ 3rd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’All I Know’

Junior Specialty

1st: Project 21-’Wegue’ 2nd: Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Night Fight’

Teen Jazz

1st: Project 21-’Bring On The Men’ 1st: Project 21-’Post That’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Diva’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Show Me’

Teen Ballet

Elite Studio of Dance-’Counterpoise’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’ 2nd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Can U Feel The Beat’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Nine One Six’ 3rd: California Dance Company-’Back Alley’

Teen Tap

1st: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Sir Duke’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Just Fine’ 3rd: HYPE Dance Studio-’Beggin’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’ 1st: Project 21-’Desoleil’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’ 3rd: Project 21-’The Dictator’s Dream’ 3rd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’

Teen Lyrical

California Dance Company-’Amen’

Teen Musical Theatre

Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Shaking The Blues Away’

Teen Ballroom

Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Baila’

Senior Jazz

Elite Studio of Dance-’Lip Gloss’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’SR HH” 2nd: Core Connection Dance Company-’Bay Area’

Senior Tap

1st: Elite Studio of Dance-’Fergalicious’ 2nd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Bad Guy’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Project 21-’We Can, We Will’ 2nd: Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’ 3rd: Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’

Senior Jazz

Elite Studio of Dance-’Lip Gloss’

11 O’Clock:

Sidekick

Echo School of Dance-’It’s My Party’

HYPE Dance Studio-’ABC’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Hard Knock Life’

Mini

Project 21-’Dive In The Pool’

Pave School of The Arts-’The List’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Drip or Down’

Junior

Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’All I Know’

HYPE Dance Studio-’Get Up Off That Thang’

Project 21-’Proud Mary’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Lost On You’

Teen

Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Never Be Mine’

Echo School of Dance-’Da Girl Gang’

California Dance Company-’Back Alley’

HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’

Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’

Senior

Dance Attack!-Los Gatos-’Next To You’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Did Something Bad’

HYPE Dance Studio-’Silence’

Echo School of Dance-’I Lost A Friend’

Core Connection Dance Company-’Heartless’

Project 21-’We Can, We Will’

Studio Showcase:

Sweaty Shelly Natomas Dance and Fitness-’Untouchable’

Project 21-’Girls, Girls, Girls’

HYPE Dance Studio-’Pressure’

Elite Studio of Dance-’Stand Up’

Echo School of Dance-’I Lost A Friend’

Core Connection Dance Company-’Heartless’

[consumedkings-archive]

“this can’t happen again.” + hmwyc xx

hey stella i hope u still love me after this

“this can’t happen again” + lyra/elliot aka “girl you’d be my shining star if you’d fucking break my leg with your motherfucking car”

no warnings, except for maybe the obvious fact that elliot is going to act like lyra has no reason to want her despite the fact that they just spent the night together. also, allusions to the aforementioned night together.

not linking the prompt list because this was from like maybe a month ago or more : ))))

“This can’t happen again.”

The words come out of her before she can stop them, and she isn’t sure what propels them; guilt, perhaps, that she’s laid up in bed with Lyra Fairbanks, or maybe even panic. Panic, because the places where Lyra has left her mark still ache dully, because the woman’s expensive perfume stays planted in her pillowcase, washing over her and trying to drag her back into the Elysium that is wherever it is she was last night.

The redhead makes a low noise, stretched comfortably across the other side of Elliot’s bed, the smooth expanse of her back visible all the way down to where the sheets bunch at her hips. She doesn’t even deign to look over her shoulder when she replies, “Whatever you say, my darling.”

“Well—look,” Ell says, trying again, “you can’t—go around calling me your darling, or it’s going to give people the impression that—”

“That what?” Lyra purrs, rolling over to look at her finally. She’s awfully comfortable in skimming her fingertips up the inside of Elliot’s thigh, where some of those aforementioned love marks remain. “If anything, I should be concerned about someone finding out I’ve consorted with a sinner.”

The way she says the word—sinner—it’s dripped from her mouth like honey, not at all the vicious, wretched state of existence it implies. It doesn’t help to feel the woman’s fingers tracing the shape of her hip bone, shifting and pulling the sheet with her as she plants a kiss there, over the gossamer scars spanning the bone there.

“I don’t,” she manages out, the gestures drawing out of her a tremulous sigh that she barely manages to try and steady, “think that you’re going to get the same feedback I will.”

Lyra smiles then—it’s a smile the curves her mouth, lush and desirous as she sidles back into place beside her, and it makes Elliot’s stomach twist and her face go red and she thinks oh fuck oh God why am I like this, why did I ever, but of course she knows why; she knows that Lyra twisted a lock of her hair around her finger and leaned in after she’d slammed three of those wine cans out of pure nerves and said, Are you going to be such a poor sport I didn’t run you over? and she was a total goner.

Is a total goner. Present-tense.

“I can fix your problem,” Elliot continues, because the redhead isn’t saying anything, and the silence stretching between them shreds at her nerves. Now that the liquid courage is gone, she’s rambling. “See? ‘Sorry, God’. I’m no longer a sinner. Or, like—uh, dear Jesus of Nazareth—”

“Go on; I’m dying to hear the rest of your prayer for forgiveness.”

She clamps her mouth shut with an audible click, the grind of her molars inspiring an array of starbursting pain behind her eyes. Lyra must sense her discomfort—see it spelled plainly on her face—because she sits to be eye-level with her and reaches up, carding her fingers through the slightly-tangled strands of Elliot’s hair.

“I’ve never,” Elliot begins, “with—you know, another woman—”

“Not even once?” The woman tilts her head, trails the pad of her finger along the slope of Elliot’s jaw. “Not even one kiss?”

“No,” she replies, frustrated, brushing Lyra’s hand off of her face because there’s no fucking way she’s going to admit well one time when Joey and I drank an entire bottle of Fireball out at a bonfire... “And especially not with—”

Their lips meet. It catches Elliot off-guard and does what she assumes Lyra was trying to do: shut her up. It’s surprisingly soft, certainly softer than the way Elliot kissed her last night, because God was she fumbling around but trying her best—and there’s a moment where just their noses brush and she’s sitting there, listening to her brain fizz and pop before the redhead kisses her again and lets it linger that time.

It takes a few seconds for her to regain her momentum, to blink rapidly and realize she’s leaning into the kiss, before she clears her throat and says, “What, uh—what—are you doing—?”

“Well, you said it can’t happen again, didn’t you?” She can feel Lyra’s smile against her mouth, reminding her that she hasn’t completely disengaged. “So until you kick me out of this bed—”

Her fingers catch Elliot’s wrist, gliding up to guide her hand up to the nape of the redhead’s neck. Instinctively, her fingers search for grounding; tangle and knot in the ember strands, finding purchase where she ought not to as Lyra’s teeth playfully catch her lower lip.

“—I’m going to enjoy my very repentant sinner.”