cant move on babydoll today cus i finally found the files. without dem i lowk forgot where i was taking the story and ouu shi i forgot i was gon do allat😳😳
Hmm what if she’s Elliot’s sister and she goes with to get something off fez and falls in love with him but she see him with Lexi but he finds out she cause of rues death and gets with y/n
ok sounds interesting! but a little confused, do u want it set before fez goes to jail, or after he ‘breaks out’? or js random in time
Elliot x reader based on the song expectations by olivia Rodrigo, like the "I meet him at a party, I through he was on drugs, he was'nt smart or funny" please I need you with that
Which characters from Euphoria do you write for? What are ur rules?
i really only write for elliot cause he is played by dominic fike, but i am willing to write for other characters if wanted!(request what character and any plotline u want) i dont really have no rules js obviously, no weird shit (like incest and shit)
an: i am so incredibly sorry for going m.i.a for MONTHS. lifes been using me as a ass wipe and i hadn't been feeling motivated to write + euphoria was pissing me off so i lost interest in elliot for a lil bit. ill try to be more active but no promises...
wc: 6.3k
warnings: reader is in a relationship with nate jacobs, using of y/n, toxic relationships, mentions of cheating, drug use, manipulation, nate jacobs being nate jacobs, cal jacobs, mentions of daddy issues, reader uses her own daddy issues against nate cause she dont gaf abt her dad, and elliot js being a silly lil baby.
The rest of your winter break went by the same routine of visiting Nate in the hospital every morning and heading to Elliot’s crib after with Rue to get fucked up. Rue wasn’t lying when she said Elliot made a shit-load of money from his stems. You guys were able to get your hands on just about anything a bunch of addicted teens could dream of. You had to admit, you probably did more drugs the past seven days than you had done in the span of the past four years. You decided to try not to think about that much, instead focusing on how freeing it felt to see stars just slightly out of touch on the ceiling of Elliot’s dimly lit room.
By the time break was over, Nate had been cleared from the hospital but not allowed to return to school just yet. Visiting him at his home was definitely easier than having to see him barely conscious tied to equipment in a hospital room, but there was always an uncomfortable tension polluting the air, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something Nate wasn’t telling you, that there was something he was hiding. The words left unspoken and forgotten as he dazed off sent ripples of nerves through your body.
Obviously, you were hiding your own secrets too. You were hiding shit from a lot of people, not just Nate. It felt like no one really truly knew the person you felt you were becoming, everything you had to keep hidden had taken its toll on you, maturing you in a sense.
On the first day back, it felt weird to walk into school without Nate by your side. You guys had been dating for almost four years and throughout those, he had made sure to walk you in, hand in yours everyday. Even when you guys would be broken up or on breaks, you would still catch his watchful eye possessively tracking your every move. But now he wasn’t here at all, not beside you, not monitoring you. You were free to be your own person, not Nate’s arm candy.
It was strange, you could feel nerves pool in your stomach as you walked through the buzzling halls, but at the same time, it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders as your mind realized there was no guard to analyze your every move. You didn’t need to subconsciously worry about doing something to tick Nate off, like when he would get annoyed seeing you talk to a male classmate for longer than he deemed necessary, or worry about making sure you look hot enough for Nate to consistently choose you over any other girl who’d through themselves at him..
You arrived a little bit later than your usual time, it was a rough morning but you still had half the mind to try and get ready to look like the picture perfect girl everyone knew you as. It was a silent morning, the air heavy throughout every step of your routine. As you strutted your way down the halls, your confidence nothing but a front (gotta fake it till you make it), your kitten heels clicked against the marble flooring. You tried to ignore the lingering stares, people always stared, but today’s stares were different, it was as if they were dissecting. The news of Nate getting his shit rocked had made rounds through the school. Everyone, no matter their grade or popularity status, had found out. Videos circulated through groupchats, speculations behind the why were gossiped, and eyes wondered what your take on it was.
Everyone wanted to see if it was finally your moment to crack. It had been a month full of mondays for you, and everyone made it their business. People wondered why you two were seen dancing with different people at the formal, why you were only briefly seen next to Nate the entire night of NYE before the fight took place, and why a girl as loud as you used to be seemed to be dimmed down.
You didn’t give them the opportunity to try and analyze your every mood through the way you carried yourself. You plastered the smuggest smirk you could fuss up and made sure your eyes bleamed nothing but confidence. You forced yourself to fit into the mold of the popular, whimsical, optimistic girl everyone knew you as, and you once were.
You b-lined straight towards the women’s bathroom, where your friends were already occupying every mirror. Cassie was tossing her curled hair off her shoulders, trying to find any imperfection, not that she had any. Cassie was beautiful. BB was hitting her juul as she checked herself out, arching her back out as she took a few shots for her finsta. Kat was silently viewing herself, her eyes picking apart every and each insecurity she hid behind bold clothing and a cold attitude. She had changed a lot recently, you were worried for her. Maddy, the ring leader, was reapplying a sheer red lipgloss onto her plump lips. As soon as you trudged in, all their eyes fell on you.
“Well look who finally decided to reconnect with society!” Maddy cheered as she rushed to pull you into her arms. “You look fucking stunning” She commented.
“Bad ass bitch! Fuck Nate’s gay bitch ass!” BB whooped, her arm lassoing around. The group burst into a fit of laughter at the random stray.
“Hey guys, I just been busy the past week” You meekly explained as Maddy let go of you to return to the mirror, you moved to occupy your own mirror. Your makeup was full faced while looking airbrushed. Your lashes were wispy in a fairy like manner as iridescent glitters coated your inner corners. Your lips were lined with cool brownish-pink lip liner, the center blending into a light baby pink.
“Bet you were” Kat spoke up, her eyes meeting yours through the mirrors. “What went down at that party was like, fucking traumatic.” She shuddered. Cassie nodded as she added, “Yeah, Nate got really hurt. I feel bad.”
“I don’t, that bitch had it coming” Maddy declared, turning away from the mirror. Everyone seemed to take the cue to wrap up whatever they were doing, bb hoping off the sink she was perched on.
“I guess you're right, I still obviously care about him though.” You pointed as you guys started your strut out the bathroom and into the halls. Your friend group was a display of what teenage monarchy looked like. Everyone knew they could only look, not touch. You guys were envied and drooled over. As you tuned out whatever conversation Maddy and Kat were having, something about Maddy comparing your relationship with Nate to Kat’s with Ethan, your eyes monitored the halls just to land on a pair of big brown doe eyes staring right back at yours.
Fuck. You forgot Elliot had been transferred into East Highland. Great. You gave a distant,polite, small smile,before quickly looking away, not catching the frown he let out. You then abruptly decided to join into your friends’ conversation, trying to draw your attention away from Elliot.
“The fuck” He muttered towards Rue, who was lazily leaning against the lockers. “She just, like, completely ignored me.” he complained. Rue slowly blinked, processing what he had said before replying. “oh yeah, y/n is like really fucking popular. Like fucking, uh, Mariah Carey in the 2000’s level popular. Her reputation can’t be ruined by hanging around a few addicts.” She explained, the duo staring as your troupe stopped by their lockers. Elliot scoffed.
“You don’t take offense to that?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. Rue shrugged “it’s not like she's rude, she still interacts with me and shit. She just doesn’t make it obvious how close we really are.” Elliot hummed in reply.
“Plus, no one knows she’s addicted, well, at least to the level we know.” She added. Everyone close to you knew that you smoked weed, fuck, everyone smokes who gives a shit? But nobody knew you spent the last week indulging in canadian snow and xanax, with a rather recent dabble in acids. You weren’t lying when you said (or thought) that you have done more drugs recently than in your entire life span.
Well, that’s great. One of the only friends he has (and the girl he’s taken a liking to) acts like he doesn’t exist in the school halls.
There was a beat before he asked the question that had been silently floating around in his mind. “Is everyone always this, what do I call it, it's like they're watching everyone's every move, like prey waiting for a predator to make a move, or vice-versa. Very stalker-ish” He questioned.
“Nah, at least not at this level” Rue answered, she looked around, as if taking everything in for the first time. “It’s just because Nate got his shit handed to him at the party.”
“Damn, forgot that was him not gon lie.” Elliot muttered, kissing his teeth. Rue hummed. “Yeah, wish i had the same pleasure of forgetting who the fuck nate jacobs is. Anyways, that’s why everyone's breathing down Y/n’s spine, trynna get any sort of information out of her, a reaction, or even a crack.” Elliot simply sighed as a reply. He wondered what the actual fuck this town had going on.
You lazily rested your head against your locker, staring at Maddy as she took things out from her own.
“So,” she began, her head snapping over to you as she smirked. “So what?” you replied, your face twisting in confusion. “Who’s that new guy hanging with Rue, you smiled back at him basically fawning over you.”
“You saw that?” you asked, maddy smiled as she replied. “I see everything.”
“Well he was not fawning over me” you defended, your cheeks growing pink. “he’s rue’s friend, met him on New Years.” you explained, technically not lying, just not telling the whole truth. Your eyes seem magnetized to the floor, not holding Maddy’s gaze.
Maddy raised an eyebrow, her lips popping out to form her signature mean mug. “the same new years party you basically went m.i.a at?” she questioned. Your eyes widened for a second before schooling your expression into something more neutral. “you’re making it sound like we did something.” you deflected. “I don't know, did you?” she pushed.
You laughed, the sound not even convinceable to your own ears.. “Obviously not, I have a boyfriend.” you stated, as if Maddy was being ridiculous. She gave you one last look before shrugging and slamming her locker shut. “never stopped some people before.”
You scoffed, no real anger behind it, as you started to walk away towards your class, parting ways with Maddy. “Well it stopped me!” You called out. Maddy smirked before replying with “So you thought about it?”
You sighed, a chuckle coming out as you fully turned away from her, flipping her off. Unbeknownst to you, a star-gazed Elliot had carefully watched the entire interaction with an amused grin on his face.
“Elliot meet Jules, Jules meet Elliot.” Rue dryly muttered, giving small enthusiastic jazz hands.
Fuck, Elliot had zoned out while watching you and didn’t notice ‘Jules’ walking up to him and Rue. To anyone else it looked like Elliot was intensely staring at Rue, which is probably the reason Jules is looking at him as distastefully as she is.
“Hey, I’m Elliot.” He politely provides, his hand coming out for an awkward handshake. “Jules.” Jules replied, a polite but distant smile grazing her face. “Im Rue’s girlfriend.” She rushed to add, Elliot giving a small nod in return, muttering a small ‘sick.’
“So, how did you guys meet?” Jules questioned. Elliot looked back at Rue to see her jaw seemingly dropped as her eyes darted around, her brain lacking to come up with an answer. Weird.
“New years,” Elliot answered, not understanding the sudden tension between the group. “Yeah! New years, that’s it. That's where we met.” Rue agreed, rather suspiciously. Jules raised an eyebrow as she looked back and forth between the other two. “Why’d you say it like that?” Jules asked, her face scrunched in confusion and unease. “Like what?” Rue dumbly questioned back, causing Elliot to snort, earning him a mean-mug from both girls to which he quickly snuck back into a more neutral expression.
“Like you’re hiding something!” Jules fussed, her voice going up a pitch. “Well, I don’t know what you mean, because I'm not hiding anything. I’m a clean fucking slate.” Rue spit-back. The blonde chewed on her own cheek, her gaze drifting from Rue to Elliot repeatedly. “Well..” She started as she took a step back. “I have to get to class anyways. It was nice to meet you Elliot. Uh, talk to you later, Rue.” She said through a tight lipped smile, her eyes slightly glossy. With that, she turned away from the duo as she speed walked away from them. Rue called out softly. “See you, love you.” to which Jules mumbled back a ‘i love you too.’
There was a beat of silence, Rue staring at her retreating figure. Elliot nibbled on his lower lip, his weight shifting as he swayed himself back and forth awkwardly. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he cowered over. “That was awkward” He muttered, making Rue look back at him. “Uh- Yeah, I know.” Rue stumbled. “Why were you acting so weird though?” Elliot noncommittally asked, not caring all too much on what Rue’s answer would be.
“Uhm, She doesn’t really know I relapsed- well,- she does but she thinks I'm sober now.” Rue explained, her gaze shifting towards the floor in shame. “So?” Elliot dumbly questioned, not really connecting the dots. “So, she doesn’t know I spent my break getting high with you and y/n as you guys were practically eye-fucking eachother all the damn time. If she did, she’d dump my ass!” she exclaimed, a tinge of annoyment present in her voice. Elliot’s jaw slightly dropped. “We weren’t eye-fucking! God, you’re fucking disgusting! She has a boyfriend and all that shit..” He rushed to defend, his face scrunching up. “And all that shit?” Rue repeated, a mix of amusement and disbelief peaking in her tone. There was a beat of silence, Elliot looking at her, defeated, before Rue spoke up.
“Well, gotta bounce aways. Think Jules is pissed off at me, and I can't lose her this early.” She confessed before giving Elliot a small wave as she disappeared into the crowd of people. Elliot huffed, by himself now, as he now had to attempt to find his homeroom all alone. “Great.” He muttered under his breath.
During first period you get a text from Jules telling you to head to the bathroom. Your mind raced, wondering what she could possibly want. It wasn’t often you conversated with Jules. Did something happen with Nate? Did she somehow know about the disk? You text back a simple conformation before raising a shaky hand all the way up.
“Yes, Y/n?” Your teacher, a elderly male, asked. You let out a small polite smile before asking “May I please go use the restroom Mr.?” your tone laced with a slight quiver. “Well of course, don’t forget the pass.” He easily agreed, sighing at the lack of a question about the material he was currently going over. Teachers loved you, you stayed on top of your grades and were school spirited, all they could ask from a teenager in such a collapsing town.
You subtly rolled your eyes as you grabbed the obnoxious traffic cone that was the pass before trudging out the room. You didn’t care enough to pay all the heads turning your direction any mind.
You tried to calm your heart as you walked towards the bathroom. Maybe she just had an accident or something? Like, her skirt ripped or something?
You walk in to find the bathroom surprisingly empty except for one occupied stall, the one the deepest into the room. The room that was usually filled with gossiping teens was now occupied with the sounds of faint crying.
“Jules?” You called out, pacing in circles around the bathroom.
You heard a meep “yeah?” from the said stall. You walked closer to it, lightly knocking with your knuckle. “It’s me, Y/n.”
You heard shuffling before the door opened revealing a crying Jules. She wasn't sobbing, more like trying to hold it in with a few stray tears.
“What happened?” Slipped out before you could catch it. She sniffled as she stepped out of the small stall. “Um..-” she hiccuped “you're pretty close to rue, right?” She questioned as she swiped her arm over her nose. You gave a small nod as a reply, your brows twitching in concern. “Do you happen- uh- happen to know that new guy..- the one she's been uh- hanging around?” She asked, her voice cracking.
You paused, this wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. And fuck, you didn’t know how you were supposed to answer, knowing the complicated situation with Rue. You took a second to think about whether or not you should’ve lied.
“Uhm..” You dumbly hummed. “The one with the blonde tips in his hair?” You even dumblier asked, to which she responded with a meek nod. “Uh, yeah- kinda? His name is Elliot.”
God, both you and Rue were fucking cooked if she found out you two spent the last week practically destroying your nose canal at Elliot’s. You just had to pray the conversation was somehow unrelated.
“Elliot.. Yeah I know that, but i was wondering if you knew about, more like.. their relationship?” Jules opened up, you silently repeated her own words in confusion.. “Because I'm not trying to be that type of girlfriend, but I can definitely sense that he likes her!” She rushed out in one go, her face conjuring up into discomfort.
Woah. Not exactly what you were thinking, or had really ever thought. The concept of Elliot liking Rue. Elliot, the guy who seemed to get dumber every second he was near you, liking Rue, a lesbian. You knew Elliot had some sort of feelings for you, you weren’t as stupid as everyone believed you to be, but could you in your induced haze missed him showing signs of feeling things toward rue too? You tried to think about it, shifting the cone from palm to palm in thought.
Well, they did spend a lot of time together, and Rue usually stayed longer on nights you two didn’t sleep over. You tried to think about the way he looked at her. The more you thought about it the harder it became to deny.
“Well, I know they’re pretty close.” You unhelpfully replied. “But I definitely don’t think it's like that, at least on Rue’s part.” You reassured, though it sounded wrong even to your own ears. It had planted a seed of doubt that would sprout bigger than you could ever think of. Why did you feel so..- not good, about the possibility of Elliot liking Rue? You had a whole ass boyfriend for christ sake!
“You're probably right.” Jules nodded along, wiping her tears. “I don’t know, I just sense something weird about him.’’ You snort. “Me too, maybe that's just his natural aura.” to which Jule’s lets out a small laugh. You were bullshitting, the only thing weird you sensed about him was the fact he made your lower region grow wet.
“I’ll tell you what,” You started. “What if us two keep a watchful eye on them together, and report back if we see anything strange.” You supplied to which Jules genuinely smiled, her demeanor brightening up. “Sure, that sounds.. Smart.” She weakly agreed. “Alright!” You cheered, “Operation ‘Eagle eye Elliot’ or triple E for short!’ You stated, your natural whim shining through, making Jules giggle. “Team triple E it is!” She agreed as you guys put your hands in the middle before throwing them up with a small shout of triple e.
Soon after, you discussed small details on the types of observations to flag, you know, any lingering touches or stares, before you both had to head back to class.
Not much happened the rest of the school day, except the continuous stares that followed you wherever you went, or the folded up notes constantly tossed in your direction featuring questions on the event from kids you barely knew. But at the end of the day, the day gotta end so you didn’t try to pay it all much mind, focusing more on the fact you agreed to visit Nate today after school. You couldn't tell if the feeling in your stomach was dread or butterflies, and decided to pretend it was the latter since it made things easier.
Just as you were walking to your car, you walked by the bike rack where Rue and Elliot approached you.
“Yo y/n” Rue called out as she jogged closer to you. “You tryna head back to Elliot’s with us?” She asked. “I bought some more shit recently,” He added, standing a few steps behind Rue. “Yeah that shit that you like” Rue repeated. You let a small, side smile creep onto your face. You made sure no one was in earshot to the conversation. You looked down as you let out a light airy laugh. “I'm sorry guys, I promised Nate I'd visit him today. Next time for sure though!” You politely rejected, giving not much time for a reply as you walked away. Your tone seemed fake, even making yourself flinch as you walked away.
“Wow,” Elliot gawked, looking back up at Rue from where he had been staring (your ass). “Did she just?” he started before being interrupted by rue. “Yeah she tends to do that shit, shoot people down in what may be the worst way, but somehow doing it in the nicest way possible.” Rue shrugged as she got on her bike. “You know I have a car, right?” Elliot asked, grinning at the way Rue struggled to find balance on the uneven concrete. “Really?” Rue asked, surprised. “Well- it's technically my cousins but I get it most of the time, she likes to ride share to work.” He explains, awkwardly looking down. Rue laughed as she picked up her bike. “Well lead the way.” She granted.
You took a deep breath as you parked outside of Nate’s house, your eye tracking any movement you saw through the windows. You counted to ten before finally leaving the car, fixing your outfit. Your breath was held as you knocked on the door, goosebumps rising as Nate’s father opened the door. He gave you an awkward smile, the festival and police investigation fresh on his mind.
“Hello Mr. Jacobs.” You politely greeted. “Im here to see Nate.’’ You obviously provided, biting your cheeks as you struggled to maintain eye contact. He gave an eerie chuckle before stepping aside. “He’s in his room, resting.” You gave him a small thanks with a nod as you stepped inside the house. You felt his eyes following you, or more so, raking down your body, as you moved to the stair case, and just as you were about to take the first step, he spoke. “And please, call me Cal.” He called out.
Well. You most definitely won’t be doing that. You forced a smile as you responded. “Will do, Cal.’’ Before you practically ran up the stairs. That man is so fucking creepy.
You slowly opened the door to Nate’s room, watching him laying down as he scrolled through his phone.
“Hi babe.” You smiled as you walked in, closing the door behind you. He put his phone down as he smiled up at you. “Hey” He responded, signaling you to come closer. You tried not to pay much mind to the fact he automatically turned off his phone as he set it down screen down.
He leaned up as you leaned down to press a peck onto his lips. “How was school?” He asked, a simple conversation opener, as you sat down beside his legs. “It was alright, the same old same old.” You answered half-heartly, your day was pretty boring pushing past the fact it felt like you were being watched for a spin off of the Truman Show. “Anybody saying shit bout me?” He questioned, his expression sterning. “Not much more than the regular, people are obviously going to talk though if they see someone get attacked like that.” You responded, bringing your legs up to your chest, your head resting on your knees.
The use of the word attack was very purposeful. because almost any other work would trigger Nate’s macho attitude. In all seriousness, he bit out more than he could chew and it caught up to him.
“Just cause they would doesn’t mean they should.” he commented, sitting up right. “I guess so” you muttered, eyes following the movement. Your fingers played at the hem of his blanket
Thirty minutes flew, not much happening within that time, small banter and little stories about each other's day.
“-Yeah, i talked to Jules a little today-” You started, not thinking about what you were saying, just ranting. “About what?” Nate quickly interrupted, making you realize you probably shouldn’t have mentioned her. You suddenly felt very stupid.
Your eyes widened for a second before you schooled your expression. “Oh, I don’t know, not much.” You replied. “Don’t give me that,” He rolled his eyes “You know exactly what you guys were talking about.” he countered. “She was just telling me about this new kid, Rue’s friend.” You confessed, still hiding the details as he looked at you, his expression cold.
“Why the fuck would she think you give a shit about a new kid?” He questioned, his brows tightening. He didn’t know about you and Rue’s strengthening friendship, and your blooming one with Elliot. You shrugged. “Well, there’s gotta be a fucking reason she thinks you would care about that shit.” he pushed. You shrugged again, slightly backing up. ‘I don’t know! She was just asking if i knew anything about him” you preached, your words growing rushed, trying to prove yourself to him. He tsked. “Yeah, sure.” he muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argued, your face crunching up into a pout. “Nothin” He muttered, leaning back onto the head board. “No, tell me, what the fuck does that mean.” You pushed, getting all up in his face. He suddenly sat up, his face now close to yours. “Well, maybe it fucking means i know you know about what went fucking down with Jules. And you’re trying to act fucking smart with me." He exploded.
You gasped, your eyes widening. “I..um, I dont know what you mean.” You stuttered, leaning back. He rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Oh dont give me that, you know very fucking well you know exactly what im talking about.”
You licked your lips. “Maybe i know bits and pieces but i never fucking the full story when it comes to you.” You tried to backtrack. “Sure, i’m guessing you don’t know where the fuck the disk went?” He randomly pressed.
Oh fuck. You didn’t necessarily consider yourself religious (sorry if you are) but you prayed to every god to ever be conspired to exist in the span of the moment of silence that took place. You tried to tap into that one theatre class you were forced into in middle school and never took again before replying. “What disk?” You played a convincing game of acting confused. “You know what fucking disk” He insisted. “On my daddy I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about. What fucking disk?” You lied, you always swore on your deadbeat father when it came to lying. “Oh we both know you dont give a fuck about your father, you know what fucking disk i’m talking about and that you fucking have it.” He angrily stated, his tone aggressive as he gripped your arm.
“What the fuck? Who are you to tell me what i feel about my dad? He may not be perfect but he is my dad and i love him! I don’t know what fucking disk your being so fucking weird about but you need to fucking stop! I don’t wanna argue with you every single time i visit.” You forced out, the manipulation and gaslighting coming out easier than it probably should have. A hint of guilt flashed through his eyes, he let go of your arm. “Im sorry baby.” He muttered, looking down despite not being entirely convinced. “We dont gotta argue.” He promised. “Life has just been crazy lately, and if you have that disk, it can really fuck up my life baby.” He explained. You pretended to grow understanding, scooting closer. “I promise you i don’t have it.’’ You smoothly lied as you grabbed his hand. He sighed, leaning into the touch.
You guys stayed like that for a few minutes before he spoke up. “I just think, with all this,’’ Nate started, “Maybe we should take a break from each other, we are obviously both going through shit.” He recommended. This wasn’t even close to the first break, and probably won’t be the last break, but you still paused. “Okay.” You breathed out, not trying to start another argument. “If you think this is what is best, i agree.” You stated, standing up from the bed, tears clouding your eyes. “Y/n-” he started, “No,” You interrupted. “It’s okay, ima head out though. Rest well nate.” You said as you walked out the room. You made it out the house without making eye contact with Cal, not even noticing if he was near your path.
You waited until you were in your car and drove a little bit to a nearby park before letting the tears fall,
Back at Elliot’s, Elly and Rue had gone stupid off off a mix of marijuana and pills, Elliot specifically saying he wanted to save his small bottle of xans for when you finally decided to join them, not allowing Rue near them. It was sweet in its own twisted way. Rue laid in a star-fish position on his bed as elliot was hunched up on his bean bag, guitar not far away.
“So, Y/n L/n” Rue started, mumbling the words disrupting the silence. Elliot's eyes fluttered open upon hearing your name, his head lazily lolling to face rue. “What about her?”
“You tell me Elly.” she murmured as she threw a ballpoint pen up and down. “She’s a sweet girl, rough life though.” she continued.
“Don’t get why she doesn’t just leave Nate.’’ Elliot whispered, fumbling with his fingers. A pout adorned his face, He wanted you free from Nate’s evil clutches and all to himself to protect.. Rue give a dry chuckle. “Stockholm syndrome in a way, she is also kinda trapped in a way.” rue commented.
“What do you mean?” Elliot questioned, one eyebrow raising. “Her parents are divorced, her dad bounces in and out of her life as he pleases, kinda like lex and cassies in a sense. He’s currently somewhere in Florida doing god knows what. But her mom is married to her step dad now. They used to be pretty broke, like uh,” rue tapped her lip as she thought. “Like um.. I’d say lower middle class, maybe high lower class? But it wasn’t till her and Nate started dating that it all fucking changed. Nate put in a good word for her step-dad to his father, who later granted her step-dad a high paying job in his company.” she carefully explained, her eyes slowly shutting. “Problem is, they break up, Nate tells his daddy to fire him and boom, they are back on the streets and probably black-listed from the whole town at risk of upsetting the Jacobs.” She concluded, “He quite literally threatens her with that shit whenever she threatens to leave him.” she added as she turned over to her side, facing elliot who was staring at her mouth agape.
“Where the fuck did this dude come from, hell?” Elliot gasped. “He is genuinely fucking evil.” he muttered as rue threw in a “i told you so”. “So shes fully stuck with him?” he lifted his head up, face contorted in shock. Rue nodded in conformation to which Elliot muttered out a curse.
“So you like her?” Rue asked, lifting the mood. Elliot shrugged “she’s cool, i can tell shes got good in her.” Rue hummed in agreement. “You look at her like she fucking hung the stars or some shit.” she teased. “Maybe she did, you never know. She's like, electric.” He endearingly rambled. “Super beautiful too’
“Alright I get it, you like her a little too much maybe. She’s a stunner” Rue joked as she got up. “Where you headed?” Elliot asked, not really caring for an answer. “Got a meeting, maybe stop by Jules if I have time.” Rue shrugged, walking over to dap Elliot up before leaving. Elliot’s hand lazily met hers as he muttered a “aight, see you later.”
As Rue rode her bike across the isolated streets, not too far from her destination, she noticed none other than Nate Jacobs truck parked alongside an abandoned lot. Rue’s eyes lingered, and that’s when she caught what seemed to be Cassie fucking Howard rushing over into the passangers seat. Cassie was dressed skimpier than usual, which said much considering her usual fashion. As soon as she got in the truck, she leaned over to press a kiss over to Nate’s cheek. “What the fuck..” Rue whispered under her breath. A beat later, Rue made eye contact with Nate, watching him bite his cheek as she began to pedal away.
Fucking weird, no?
Not too long after you left Nate’s you received a text from Kat inviting you to go bowling with her, Maddy, Jules, and Ethan. You questioned why Cassie wasn’t going, but nevertheless decided to go to get your mind off of things.
You didn’t bother changing before heading to the alley.
You walked inside to find Kat and Ethan talking at a table as Jules and Maddy laughed while Maddy attempted a shot.
“Wassup Cunts!” You yelled as you neared the group, the girls all hollering their own shout of excitement while Ethan simply provided a polite smile.
“Hey bitch!” Maddy yelled as she made her way over to you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “Where's Cassie?" you asked, wrapping your arms around her waist. ‘Don’t know’ She rolled her eyes, “That bitch sent me to voice mail like three times.” she complained, pulling back. “Weird” you commented, to which maddy nodded before leading you to the rest of the group.
You guys spent a half hour playing around, laughing loudly as none of you seem to score. Kat seemed distant from Ethan the entire night, leaving him disappointed.
As you waited for your turn, you sat down at a lone table with a coke in hand. Not long after, Jules sat down at the vacant chair next to you. “Hey cutie” you greeted, a small but real smile coating your face. “Hi angel face” jules retorted, smiling as she tilted her head. “How’s your day been?” she asked. “Just the question, well, me and Nate are on break again.” you honestly answered. She gasped before trying to monitor your expression to find out how to react. “Well, honestly, maybe that’s a good thing.” she decided to reply with, her smile shifting into something gentler, her hand reaching out for yours. You mirrored her expression before responding “maybe, but it still hurts.” you answered truthfully, “i think i hope we end up getting back together, atleast right now i hope so.” you muttered, embarrassed to be admitting something like that. “That’s understandable, you’ve been together for a while.” Jules nods along. “I wish love was easy, you know? Like Kat and Ethan” you confessed, looking over to where Kat and Ethan were kissing. “It’s just sweet, no hurting or confusion.” you murmured, sighing with a dreamy expression. “Yeah,” Jules agreed. “But doesn’t that make it boring?” she added, “i feel like i need a little challenge, to make it feel worth it and like, you know, real.” she explained, resting her head on the table. “I guess so, but I feel like I'm going through too much challenge," you admitted looking back at the blonde. “I just want someone to love me. Just really love me, through my good and bad. I don’t think that should feel like such a tight rope” you muttered as you used your straw to stir around the ice in your coke, a pout grazing your lips. There was a moment of silence as Jules stared at you adoringly. “I wish you could see yourself the way the rest of the world does.” she admitted, her voice gentle and soft. You looked back at her, your eyes widening. “That’s- that’s so sweet.” you whispered. “I mean it. You’re so fucking special and just such a lively person, but i feel like Nate takes away your spark” she stated, smiling up at you as she straightened out back onto the chair. “Well, I feel like i feel the same for you, you’re so.. Aweing? Like, everyone can tell you;you're destined for more than being stuck to this stupid town.” you confessed, looking up at jules with a sparkle in your eyes. “Well, I hope the same for you.” she replies, her smile still as bright as can be. “To making it out” You stated, bringing up your coke for a toast, she quickly completed the toast by repeating your statement as she clinked her glass with yours. “To making it out” she repeated.
thank u guys for 200millipn followers!!! ive been busy moving, im really sorry for the delay in updates. ill try to get something out soon in celebration!
lil not that important poll but which celeb would u guys like y/n to date in "glad you got of naples" (childhood bsf!dominic fike x also famous fem reader) before her and dom get together (ignore that i havent updated, im currently moving so ive been busy)
this gif genuinely drives me insane. him being shirtless, the blanket making him look cake tf up, and the way he is gripping the pillow. I am so unwell
the elliot fic you’re considering writing seems a lot like a fic of mine that you asked to be tagged in, the same one that i posted 5 days before you made that poll with incredibly similar tropes that you’d never used before. now i could be wrong but it’s looking like you stole my idea
hello! i just reread my drabble and ur fic and the thing i commented. i definitely see the similarities in ur teaser and my drabble but when it comes to the actual fic and what i have planned, it is not the same. i tend to keep my drabbles and teasers brief to avoid spoilers because i feel like that ruins the story, but in doing that, i realized i summarized it into something that looks extremely familiar to your work, so for that i am truly sorry!!! in the drabble i say that reader attempts to buy from fez but gets denied, when in yours the reader buys from fez before switching to elliot. i recognize this similarity, in the teaser i sumed it up to that because i wanted to keep the scene i would write out surprising and humorous. what was left out of the summary was the fact i am planning on incorporating both the season 1 rue incident with fent when she attempts buying from fez and parts of the season 2 where people come in while fez is refusing to sell to fez, causing rue to sneak out. reader then vents to lexie about this. in your fic you specify reader is friends with lexie which is another similarity that can lead you to believe i am plagiarizing your idea, but i decided on lexie being her best friend because lexie is often described as a loner who strays away from what other main characters do (substances and sleeping around) and being extremely judgmental over their choices, which is what i picture my reader as. a huge similarity i am shocked i didn’t recognize while writing out is our descriptions of the trope. i loosely described reader hating elliot for his lifestyle and elliot hating reader for being stuck up, which is very close to your description of them. but i assure you, it is not be executed in the same manner. your reader has the perfect girl front to keep away peoples opinions from what she actually does and who she really is while mine is genuinely a sheltered stuck up bitch that can easily be described as the ‘nuns’ elliot mentions while be interrogated. my reader is supposed to be considered annoying because her attitude isnt a front, she genuinely believes she is better than everyone else and refuses to understand that people have backstories that lead to living certain lives just because she was blessed enough to live a simple life. because of this, people oftentimes dislike her, including elliot, which leads to her wanting to try drugs to prove she isnt the ‘nun’ people describe her as. in your fic, the two instantly have a sense of equal attraction amongst each other, with elliot often flirting with reader. i don’t want the term enemies (or rivals) to lovers to fall flat, elliot genuinely hates or atleast severely dislikes the reader because of her attitude and there is no hint of attraction until after reader starts to change her appearance and inturn become what rue tells her is elliots type. it is supposed to represent a commonly used trope in films (specifically in the 2000s-2010s) which is a innocent reader corrupting herself to fit in while also her slowly realizing that not everyone gets to live the privileged life she does. it was my own error to try and summarize it as much as possible and leaving out important details listed that really create all the difference in the works, and i fully understand and apologize for you thinking i was copying you based off the lazy description i gave of my upcoming fic.
can we or the writers finally come up with a last name for elliot cus sum shade im tired of searching up elliot looking for my beautiful blasian baddie and then seeing that chop
