#trevor x micheal
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bitter-rabittt · 7 months ago
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the fact that trevor doesn't deny micheal being his boyfriend is kinda funny yet cute in a way to me
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420buttholesmoved · 2 years ago
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bitter-rabittt · 5 months ago
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omg hc with jay: like u said ab the Polaroid camera, imagine micheal took a ton of pics of trevor back in the day, some silly ones, some cute ones, and when micheal up and left, after time he found the old pictures, and he sat on his bed and cried his old man heart out, desperate for the feeling trevor gave him
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he took like a hundred pictures of trevor with his polaroid camera (i bet he had one back then)
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thunderrrat · 4 months ago
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She Grand on my Theft till I Auto, anyway gta art
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junkie-jerkoff · 2 months ago
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TRIKEYY!!!!!!!
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zach-is-an-alien · 9 days ago
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Art block hot me in a chokehold ,here have this
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murdknux · 1 year ago
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is it possible for a divorced guy and a canadian arsonist on the no flight list to fall in love </3
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imisslucasbaker · 10 months ago
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hello surviving gta 5 community, take my terrible trikey edit (tw brads coffin at the very end)
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crazy-together-cambria · 2 years ago
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avenus777 · 4 months ago
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im on such a gta5 high rn
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ugh i love all of them sm they make me sick
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whosyourcreepyunclenow · 1 year ago
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alright, for some reason this exists. not quite aware about your boundaries, so I'm obligated to warn: this content may not be suitable for some readers
warnings: smut, ust, non-conish dub-con(?), toxic crap, sad silly nonsense, probably weird english
was written to a nice song though
(it's pov Michael but I can only write in second person, so imagine yourself a depressed middle-aged man and go ahead)
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It’s supposed to be a fucking jinx, doesn’t it? Just how you missed the old times few crazy weeks ago, so much you hate ‘em now. And of course, hate yourself for missing ‘em, like it somehow brought back that wild crap right into your present day. What a joke.
Memories should remain memories. To indulge yourself in a good old shitty nostalgia, to dive headlong into that abyss again and get off scot-free. Your personal paradise of fun where the heart trembles, the night's still young, and the bullet in your shoulder doesn’t bother like a real one. No bruises from recoil, no shortness of breath. You’re the sharpest shooter, Mikey, the clearest mind, you always make the right decisions.
Such a calming little lie to fool yourself you could be better than this. Not just a drunk old loser, feeling sorry for himself, but a drunk old loser with history, which you wisely choose to left behind and move forward. You were a terrible person, you still are. However even a terrible person needs something to be proud of.
And there must be no way for that special something to become more than just a back door to escape reality. No fucking way.
The old days taste like nauseating warm beer and smell like piss. Stained with blood, sweat and cum, sound like annoyingly loud swearing and crunch of broken glass. It was a lot easier to forget their true colors, so you gladly forgot, leaving the only ones suitable for a proper melancholic reminiscence. You know, ain’t nothing wrong with romanticizing the past. The trouble begins when you're starting regret things. Oh man, you should never trust your memories, they’re such fabulists…
Another bottle became a pile of trash for Patricia to clean up. Not sure how obvious but you kinda hate her for no reason, just along for the ride. She could tidy up this rubbish dump for days, it’ll never get clean. She could call him good, kind, mature or whatever, he’ll never stop being himself. And neither will you.
Trying to steady the swaying room, you stabilize its dirty walls with your hands, occasionally grabbing a poster girl’s ass, she doesn’t get offended. The next one even deserved a slight slap, as if you weren’t already horny enough – to even feel the seductive warmth of skin through the faded paper and sincerely enjoy that little illusion of touch. Same 'bout an illusion of privacy behind the flimsy folding door you keep closed anyway.
At least he doesn’t mind. Being asleep and completely wasted, the only thing his doped body’s still capable of is snoring. Lying on his back, with his arms and legs spread out, in that smelly stretched briefs, he’s utterly disgusting and sexy at the same time.
Well, in the old days you wouldn’t think twice. But it ain’t the old days.
So you just carelessly shoved him aside and fell down with your face in the pillow, warm and wet from his oily hair. Took a deep breath. Fucking awful as always. He murmured something unintelligible, then turned on his stomach too, but faced to the other side. You don’t look at him either.
“Forget any idea ‘bout molesting me, pork chop. Or I’ll get sober and shove a grenade into your butt, you hear me?”
Feels like you’d blow up his butt right now, without any other tools except your own. Why the hell.
“You really flatter yourself, T. Like… greatly.”
Still somehow managed to keep your voice smooth, though the stupid nervous smirk makes it a bit softer. You swallowed hard, throwing the fuck out of your mind that nostalgic bullshit ‘bout using your saliva in a more efficient way. There was times when your fingers woulda been doing their job already, now they simply clenched into a fist, crumpling a checkered blanket. Those times have passed long ago.
“We both know you ain’t too picky.”
Is he taunting or just mocking you? Any mistake could be unreasonably costly in a lot of senses.
“Yeah, maybe.”
The catch is you ain’t even confident about yourself anymore, face it. Desire is enormous, the foretaste drives you crazy – hey, when was the last time you felt so aroused by someone? Or just aroused without any fucking reason, like in your twenties, but still aroused as fuck? Though it doesn’t mean that need can be satisfied, since any little bullshit’s enough to ruin the feeling and turn you off like a broken switch. So you hate yourself again and hate your body, hate your deceptive mind, hate your everything.
Guess getting old is a great excuse for losing interest, yeah? At least it works for Amanda and your other whores who demand from you much more than you're capable of. But the truth is you haven’t ever lost interest, you’ve just become more… picky? Or egoistic. Or less randomly horny for pretty things or simply tired from imitating it – that’s what they usually call sexual problems.
Resumed snoring let you know that T’s asleep again. So alright, you can continue feeling pity for yourself until the morning. The only thing you can do as long as you want.
Or there’s another option. Weirdly compromise, still crazy. Hence exciting.
You cautiously turned on your back and glanced at him to check, as if the obvious sound was not enough. Part of you treacherously want him to wake up at the worst moment possible, but clearly not yet. Man, what the fuck are you doing…
Quietly unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, suddenly worrying. Years ago it was his thing to masturbate on you sleeping, what always felt confusing when you caught him doing that. As if you were jealous of him to himself and somehow got offended, what a dumbass. Didn’t realize that every opportunity to touch someone you wanna touch is a treasure.
And now you’re casually squeezing your cock, remembering his. You jerked him half-ass mechanically, roughly, without giving a single fuck about his pleasure, the only one that really mattered was your own. Of course you tried to make it less obvious, but it was obvious – you were awful. And he loved you awful. More than anyone.
“Fuck, Trevor…”
Can’t help but whispering, not expecting to be heard. Your handjob is a lot better when you’re staring at his sweaty back, fighting the urge to remove these shitty briefs. Ain’t no even need to screw, you may climax just from looking at his naked ass.
It's almost perfect time for him to wake up and punch you. Almost.
Luckily, he doesn’t. Even when you’ve finally lost your damn mind and pull off his underwear, then predicably realized you need more than looking. And holy fuck… this was your last meaningful conclusion.
Quite unable to mess around, you got to the point, eagerly lubing up your cock with saliva and pushing apart his buttocks, barely maintaining a sense of reality… With all these toys he regularly shoves in himself, you thought it would be easier, but his hole just doesn’t let you in. So you spat on your fingers once more and smeared on his tight entrance, then tried again. He’s already disturbed enough to start moaning and lazily fidget, but not fully awake yet.
“Hey, T… You wanted the old me? You’ll get him.”
Finally, he howled when you pushed yourself inside, probably too fast. Ain’t exactly how things should be done, you was merely trying to avoid that awkward pause between “I wanna fuck you” and “I’m actually fucking you” stages. Just can’t deal with that clarifying relationships shit, not fucking now…
“FUCK!”
Alright, he woke up. And he’s trying to shove you out, if only you hadn’t held his bottom like a fucking lifeline.
“Am I shitting? Feels like a big turd’s stuck in my butt… Not so big, actually.”
“Hi to you too, Trevor.”
It’s so tense here like he’s trying to bit off your manhood with his anus and chew it. And maybe a little dry, yet not enough for him to lament.
“Remember what I said ‘bout molesting me, sugar?”
You spread out his cheeks slightly, conciliatory massaging them to appease, but he keeps struggling. It’s easier to lay down and put your weight upon him, bury yourself even deeper, softly mutter into his neck.
“C'mon, T, let me love you…”
He smells attractively horrible, alluring your lips to fondle his skin with short kisses. He tastes salty.
“It’s not fucking LOVE, you dick! It’s taking advantage!”
“Call it whatever you like.”
You thrust in him slowly, knead his hips with all tender affection you can muster, what the fuck else does he want? Alright, it ain’t really convenient now but lift him a bit to play with his boy too, and this time do it right… Oh please, just make sure to do it right.
God, he’s hard. He’s hard and hot like hell, goddammit…
“No! Just, NO I said! And pull your junk outta me!”
So this moron just slapped your hand, shoved it away and wriggled out from under your body, making you both highly unpleasant. Fucking great!
He got up, swaying and shaking, put up his briefs back on and somehow fixed his boner. Still doesn’t look at your face, though he’s not the only who hesitates. After all, you have no damn idea what went wrong or what he wanted you to do. From your perspective it felt as good as it could be, unspeakably good.
“Oh seriously, what’s the problem?”
Crap, he clearly didn’t like the question.
“What’s the problem?! WHAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM you asking?!”
“Yes, what’s the fucking problem!”
Fuck it. He finally turned and faced you, with so much desperate hate in his eyes that you went numb. Like everything what happened was so terribly wrong he could never forgive. Like you hurt him in ways you can’t even imagine.
“Listen… Right now, I’m making incredible efforts to not kill you, Michael,” his voice got menacingly quiet, yet notes of deeply rising anger strive to break through. “If that ain’t A PROBLEM to you, guess what I’d be doing with your corpse!”
Shit, he’s so fucking fine when he’s mad. Scary to realize, you’d probably rape him, if only he wasn’t a lot stronger, even with a such hangover. Or perhaps what you’ve already done can be as well considered as a sexual violence – of course, how else. So you’re a rapist now. Congratulations, pal.
“A-right, I got it,” but you’re still a human, who has his goddamn feelings too. “Go fuck yourself then.”
That treacherous, suicidal part of you expected him to react – in any way. He could punch you, slam you against the wall, chock you, shove a fucking grenade into your ass, rape you in revenge. You want him to do fucking anything, you just want him. Desperately.
Hastily zipping up your pants, slide open the door and leave. Patricia’s asleep on the coach or pretending being asleep. Who cares.
When harrowing horniness finally let you go, thirst hit. So bad you’d dry up the Alamo Sea despite its saltiness and ask for more. You bursted into a bathroom, opened the tap at full and drunk greedily from your palms until you felt sick, but couldn’t bring yourself to vomit. The water was muddy, rusty and smelled like sewer, lovely taste of a childhood. Lastly, you washed your face and turned to the broken mirror.
Of course, you’re miserable. Fat old fool with shadows under his eyes, saggy skin and smoky teeth. So what goddamn hopes you had for yourself? He might like that perfect old you, young and handsome, everyone’s blue-eyed boy. Oh, you were hot back in the day, admit it.
You were something to jerk on. Now you ain’t even someone to drunkenly fuck.
So go outside, get in the car. Find yourself the ugliest, the dopest hooker and blow your load into her stretched ass to chill out. Kill some strangers, if doesn’t help, trash someone’s car, rob a store. No other entertainment in this fucking nowhere.
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bitter-rabittt · 10 months ago
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ignore this yall
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420buttholesmoved · 2 years ago
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sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns · 2 months ago
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Chris (Hell Of A Summer) X Reader Ideas For You!
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• Chris (hell of a summer)
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• Y/n L/n
Movie Plot….
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CHRIS (HELL OF A SUMMER) X READER
(you can also add Jason Hochberg and do a poly version of these ideas just a suggestion!)
Chris X Ghostface!Reader
Chris X Sadistic!Reader
Chris X Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)
Chris X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (your Micheal Myers from Halloween kills…but female)
Chris X Deadite Ellie!Reader (Deadite Ellie from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Enchantress!Reader (Enchantress from suiside squad)
Chris X Agatha Harkness!Reader (Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)
Chris X Veronica Mayday!Reader (Veronica mayday from helluva boss)
Chris X Nancy Downs!Reader (Nancy downs from the craft)
Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from Birds of prey 2020)
Chris X Yandere!Reader
Chris X Russian!Reader
Chris X Ahmanet!Reader
Chris X Raven!Reader (Raven aka Rachel Roth from Titians 2018)
Chris X Scarlet Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers just like Wanda Maximoff)
Chris X Wednesday!Reader (Wednesday portrayed by Jenna Ortega)
Chris X Cruella!Reader (Cruella portrayed by Emma stone)
Chris X Female!Cartoon Cat!Reader (cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson…but female version)
Chris X Female!Ink bendy!Reader (ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine but female version)
Chris X Twisted Alice!Reader (Twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)
Chris X Catwomen!Reader (Catwomen portrayed by Hallie berry)
Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent from maleficent mistress of evil)
Chris X Carrie White!Reader
Chris X Na’vi!Reader
Chris X Siren!Reader
Chris X British!Reader
Chris X Australian!Reader
Chris X Ghost!Reader
Chris X Jennifer Check!Reader (Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)
Chris X Singer!Reader
Chris X Violinist!Reader
Chris X Telekinesis!Reader (Your telekinesis is as powerful as Carrie white)
Chris X Blind!Reader (Your not a normal blind your a Toph beifong kind of blind)
Chris X Demon!Reader
Chris X Mute!Reader
Chris X Deaf!Reader
Chris X Chorkinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)
Chris X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulation)
Chris X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark royal blue color not red)
Chris X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but purple not red)
Chris X Golden Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but golden yellow not red)
Chris X Emerald Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but emerald green not red)
Chris X Rose Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark maroon pink not red)
Chris X Amber Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but Amber Orange not red)
Chris X Succubus!Reader
Chris X Gothic!Reader
Chris X Emotionless!Reader
Chris X Electrokinesis!Reader (Electricity manipulation)
Chris X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water manipulation)
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel aka carol danvers)
Chris X Diana Lance!Reader (Black Canary aka Diana Lance from birds of prey 2020)
Chris X Tall!Reader
Chris X Dimitrescu!Reader (basically lady Dimitrescu!reader)
Chris X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)
Chris X Deadite!Girlfriend!Reader (like Deadite Elle from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Male!Reader
Chris X Male!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)
Chris X Fearless!Reader
Chris X Vampire!Reader (Inspired by Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Werewolf!Reader (Inspired by Carolyn stoddard from dark shadows 2012)
Chris X Feral!Werewolf!Reader
Chris X Sadistic!Siren!Reader
Chris X Pure Evil!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail 2024)
Chris X Female!Avatar!Reader (You have all of Aang’s powers Aang from the last airbender)
Chris x Punk!Reader
Chris X Firebender!Reader
Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with dark blue powers not green)
Chris X Nezuko!Reader (Nezuko from demon slayer)
Chris X Daki!Reader (Daki from demon slayer)
Chris X Female!Ghostrider!Reader
Chris X Waterbender!Reader
Chris X Earthbender!Reader
Chris X Male!Harley Quinn!Reader
Chris X Male!Ahmanet!Reader
Chris X Male!Enchantress!Reader
Chris X Male!Maleficent!Reader
Chris X Male!Veronica Mayday!Reader
Chris X Female!Alastor!Reader (Alastor from Hazbin hotel but female version….you also have a human form)
Chris X Angelrider!Reader (Ghostrider)
Chris X Yandere!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer, and your a Yandere for chris)
Chris X Male!Scarlet Witch!Reader
Chris X Male!Rachel Roth!Reader
Chris X Billie Eilish!Reader
Chris X Jinx!Reader (jinx from arcane)
Chris X Sadistic!Mermaid!Reader
Chris X Famous!Singer!Reader
Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from suiside squad 2)
Chris X Na’vi!Reader (instead of being blue like the rest of the na’vi your a dark violet purple color and your eyes are emerald green)
Chris X Famous!Guitarist!Reader
Chris X Deadite Bridget!Reader (Deadite Bridget from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Celebrity!Actress!Reader
Chris X Ravenna!Reader (you have powers like Ravenna and you act like her Ravenna from the huntsman winters war)
Chris X Lindsey Stirling!Reader
Chris X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Vampire!Sammy!Reader (Vampire Sammy from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but dark royal blue)
Chris X Kandarian Demon!Reader (the kind of demons that possessed Ellie and Bridget in evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Darkness Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but black not red)
Chris X Femboy!Reader
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but violet purple)
Chris X Chimera!Reader (a chimera is a creature from Greek mythology)
(I can only put 10 audios max so here’s two more songs…Type O Negative - Love You To Death,…..Neon Jump By Phonk Killer and PHOROMANE…)
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thunderrrat · 2 months ago
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Trikey posting
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swe3troses · 1 year ago
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🐚10 Things I Hate About You (pt.1) Jack Hughes X Reader
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 ‘I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.’
 Luke Hughes was over the moon. He was finally gonna get to play high school hockey like his mother always wanted him to. Of course, he didn’t mind that his older brothers were also on the team, and he was most likely going to be called the ‘littlest’ Hughes. He made his way to the castle like high school, meeting up with his oldest brother, Quinn Hughes, so he could get a tour of the huge high school.  
“Hey! What’s up Luke.” he heard his brother say casually as he walked towards him.
“Hey Quinn…what are you wearing?” Luke said, looking at his brother. His brother was wearing a white and blue button up t-shirt that was obviously way too big for him and some khaki jorts.
“What are you talking about, this is some top tier styling.” Quinn said while posing a bit. Luke rolled his eyes.
“Just give me the tour.” he said with a little sass looking at his brother.
“Ok well, here are your emo pixie manic dream girls…don’t act too much like Micheal Cera around them.” Quinn said gesturing to a group of girls that were all either singing or reading some obscure book that they obviously found while thrifting.
“Then we have your Stoner’s and mathletes, they all hang around each other, please don’t ask me why.” Quinn says gesturing to a group in a big ball of smoke and some kids solving a math problem on a whiteboard. Luke raised his eyebrow. What the hell was going on at this school.
“Then those are your popular people and elitists…don’t bother talking to them.”
“Why?”
“Hey!” Quinn says to the group, they all stare at him with weird looks and one of them says ‘bite me.’
“Ok, now I see why.” They continue walking as Quinn points out groups to his little brother. But soon his voice falls on deaf ears as Luke watches a girl pass by. The girl had long black hair and sharp siren-like eyes. She was wearing a floral sundress and white chunky sandals. She had gold hoops in and freckles that spread perfectly across her face. She had pink plump lips and a smile so white it blinded him. She was tiny, standing at around 5′0, the only big thing about her being her boobs. She and her blonde friend were talking about something.
“Jesus, who is that?” Luke questions wiping his chin as he looks at the girl who was about a foot shorter than him. 
Quinn laughs obnoxiously, “Luke, do not even think about that at all. That there, my friend is Bianca L/N and she is untouchable and totally conceited.” 
“Hey, don’t say that, look at her, I mean she’s gorgeous.” Luke said as the girl smiled showing her dimples. 
“Listen, Luke, Girls like that, will never look at you, she’s wearing that strategically planned sundress to let guys like us know that we will never touch her and boys like Trevor Zegras realize they want her.” He gestured towards another hockey player that was on their team named Trevor Zegras who was also staring at Bianca.
“Don’t say that look, she is just so deep.” Luke said gazing at the girl trying to listen in on what she was saying. 
“See, there’s a difference between like and love, because I like my Miss Dior perfume, but I love my Prada backpack.” 
“But I love my Miss Dior.” Her blonde friend replied.
“That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.”
“I need her…how can I get close to her.” Luke asked his older brother.
“I mean, I heard she’s looking for a French tutor if you somehow learned French and have time for it in-between hockey.”
“That’s perfect!”
“So you learned French and have time?”
“No! But I will!”
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While that was going on a girl by the name of Y/N L/N was in her literature class, Jack Hughes came into the class for a moment and started speaking. 
“Has class started?”
“No, but please take your-”
“Ok! Later!” Jack said before walking out the class.
“Hey you can’t just-!” The teacher said before quickly giving up, obviously tired of his job.
The bell rang and then the teacher, Mr. Morgan, started speaking.
“So, what did everyone think of ‘The sun also rises?’”
A pink short haired girl raised her hand and instantly started speaking without the teacher even calling on her.
“I loved it, it was so romantic.” she said dreamily, clasping her hands together.
“Romantic? Hemingway?” Y/N said scoffing “He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who spent half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.” She finished rolling her (e/c) eyes.
“As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends.” Trevor replies looking around the class with a smug smirk.
“Pipe down chachi!” Mr. Morgan yelled, causing Trevor’s ego to deflate.
“I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.” Y/N replies, turning her body towards Trevor as the class laughs. “What about Sylvia Plath, or literally any other female writer that doesn't have a negative connotation associated with them.” Y/N said putting some of her h/l h/c hair behind her ear.
“Mr. Morgan, is there any way we could get Y/N to take her Midol before she comes to class.” Trevor says with a smug look.
“Someday you’re gonna get bitch slapped and I am not gonna do anything to stop it.” Mr. Morgan replies with a smug look back “Y/N I want to thank you for your point of view, I know how difficult it must be to overcome all those years of upper middle-class oppression, must be tough, but before you start talking about that think about why they can’t buy a book written by a Black Man!” Mr. Morgan says looking at her.
“That’s right man!” two white boys say.
“Don’t even get me started on you two…” Mr. Morgan says as the two boys put their fists down.
“Anything else?” Y/N asks.
“Yeah, go to the office you’re pissing me off again.”
“Mr. Morgan-?” 
“Later!” He says dramatically before Y/N grabs her books walking out.
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Y/N walked with her friend as she explained what happened walking to her car.
“Well then Mrs. Meyer reminded me that I kicked Trevor in the balls, and I still maintain he kicked himself in the balls.” she said casually as her friend Nayeon laughed.
“I don’t think that is exactly what happened.” Nayeon said as she got in Y/N’s car pulling her red skirt down a bit.
Quinn drove in front of Y/N’s red car on a motorcycle. Knowing her and her temper she looked at the hockey player in disgust.
“Get out the way Bozo!” she shouted speeding away before seeing her sister, Bianca.
“I know you can be overwhelmed, and underwhelmed but can you just be whelmed?” Bianca asked her blonde friend Chastity.
“I think you can in Europe!” Chastity replies before Trevor pulls up in his bronco.
“You hot young thangs need a ride?” he asked, smirking before Bianca and Chastity giggled getting in the back of his Bronco before he sped away.
“That is one shocking new development.” Nayeon stated in disgust.
“I am not surprised,” Y/N said before honking her red car once again, but this time at Luke. 
“Jesus! Get out of the way!” she said before speeding away blasting Indie rock music.
“Who was that?” Luke asked, obviously a little annoyed.
“That my dear brother is the shrew, Y/N L/N, your girlfriend's sister.” Quinn said trying not to laugh at his brother’s reaction.
“That mean, pretty girl is Bianca’s sister?” Luke asked in shock.
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Later, Y/N was reading ‘The Bell Jar’ while sitting in a green chair. She was in some gray PJ pants and a blank tank top. Her dad came up to her flipping through a newspaper.
“Make anyone cry today Y/N?” Her dad asked her looking at a story in the newspaper.
 “Sadly, No, but it is only 4:30.” She said, smiling at her father. He returned the smile before Bianca came into the room.
“Hi dad!” she said, kissing him on the cheek, having to go on her tiptoes to do so.
“Why hello precious.” her dad said back smiling at his daughter.
“Where have you been?” Y/N asked, tucking some of her h/l h/c behind her ear.
“Nowhere.” Bianca replied sassily, flipping some of her long black hair over her shoulder a pink tint painting her freckled face.
Y/N’s dad picked up some mail before looking at it confused.
“What’s this, it says Sarah Lawrence?” her dad said looking at the letter before Y/N squealed and jumped happily taking the letter in her hands smiling “I got in!” she said, running to another couch.
“Honey…that is great but isn’t Sarah Lawrence a Law firm on the other side of the country?” Her dad asked, “Don’t you wanna stay here to find a college closer to home…so you could fully become a husky like me.” her dad said, faking a growl.
“Sarah Lawrence is one of the best colleges and the basis of its appeal is being far away from Michigan.” the girl says, still smiling at the paper.
“C’mon Y/N are you just gonna pick up and leave, is that it?” he says a little frustrated now.
“Let’s hope so!” Bianca said smiling.
“Tell dad who drove you home today.” Y/N replied.
“Who drove you home?”
“Now don’t overreact dad but this guy named Trevor on the hockey team-”
“Who’s a flaming imbecile!” Y/N added as Bianca tried to step closer to her.
“And I think he might ask me-”
“Please, Please I think I know what he is going to ask you,” Bianca’s dad said as she guided her to the couch next to Y/N
“I also think I know the answer, No! It is always No! What are the two-house rules? Number 1, No dating till you graduate college, Number 2, No dating till you graduate high school, That’s it.”
“Daddy, that is so unfair!” Bianca said, folding her arms over her chest.
“You wanna know what is unfair? This morning I delivered a set of twins to a 15- year-old girl, younger than both of you, do you know what she said to me?” Y/N’s dad said as he looked between both of his daughters.
“I am a dumbass who should’ve made my sleazy boyfriend wear a condom?” Bianca replied, rolling her brown eyes.
Their dad pursed his lips before speaking again “Close, but no, she said I should’ve listened to my father.”
“She did not!” Bianca replied as Y/N rolled her e/c eyes at her father.
“But that is what she would’ve said if she wasn’t on so much anesthesia.” he replies.
“Can we focus on me for a second! I am the only girl in school who doesn't date!” Bianca states dramatically, twiddling her fingers.
“Oh no you’re not, your sister doesn’t date.”
“I also don’t intend to, have you seen the unwashed monsters that attend and roam that school spreading their stink around?” Y/N said, folding her arms in front of her chest.
“What planet are you from? Planet loser?” Bianca said about to tackle her sister. 
“As opposed to Planet ‘Look at mey, look at mey’” Y/N replied, flapping her s/c arms around as she mocked Bianca’s voice.
Their dad claps, causing both of the gorgeous girls to look at him one with a pout and one with a smirk.
“Ok new rule out new rule in, Bianca can date.” Their dad says smiling as Y/N looks at him like he's crazy and Bianca smiles smugly sticking her tongue out at her sister.
“When Y/N does.”
A/N: hey guys sorry this wasn’t so focused on Y/n(you) and Jack just yet, I am trying to establish the plot first, the next chapter will be more romantic and focus more on y/n. there will be 10 parts because, 10 things I hate about you, and they will be released between 2-4 days, thank you for supporting and reading. Also here is a key.
Y/n-Your name
L/n-Last name
e/c-Eye color
h/l-Hair length
h/c-Hair color
s/c-Skin color
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