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marksbear · 11 months

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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS

It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!

The fact is I had more tags to share 😭

-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.

-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.

^^Ofmd

-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.

^^Top gun!

-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.

^^Marvel

-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.

^^DC

-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.

^^Marvel

-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.

^^DC

-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.

^^Marvel

-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.

^^Rob Zombie movie 31

-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.

^^Actor

-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.

^^Marvel

-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.

^^The Boys

-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.

^^YOU

-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.

^^Bridgeton

-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.

^^Bridgeton

-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.

^^Author/ Me

-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.

^^RD2

-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.

^^Sally Face

-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.

^^Ted Lasso

-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.

^^SPN

-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.

^^Author/Me

-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.

^^Slashers

-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

^^Slashers

-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.

^^Ted Lasso

-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.

^^DC

-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.

^^Peaky blinders

-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.

^^Marvel

-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.

^^Marvel

-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.

^^Marvel

-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.

^^9-1-1

-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.

^^Marvel

-Dying your hair with mark.

^^Author/Me

-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.

^^Author/Me

-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.

^^Bones and All

-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.

^^Call me by your name

-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.

^^Greys anatomy

-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.

^^Euphoria

-Being a father figure to Rue.

^^Euphoria

-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.

^^Euphoria

-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.

^^Stranger things

THE END

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

- Rue Bennett

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.

Pronouns for Y/N: Any/Gender neutral

Tapping mindlessly through Instagram stories, you watched video after video pop up. The play had taken a dramatic and hectic turn midway through when Nate Jacobs stormed off and Cassie Howard interrupted the play in some desperate attempt to put a stop to it. In the end, she'd been run off by her former friends and the play had continued. At least, that's what you had gathered from all the posts.

The play hadn't been on your list of things to do, especially when your ex and her new beau would be in attendance. Despite their relationship having only recently gone public, Cassie Howard had gone from being the sweet, meek, kind-hearted girl that had made your heart flutter since grade school to a shell of her former self. Another one of Nate Jacobs victims. It'd only be a matter of time before they continued the break-up then make-up cycle.

Sighing heavily, you shut your phone off and tossed it aside in hopes of finding something else to occupy your mind. Your eyes scanned the room, lingering on forgotten homework and scattered clothes. Before you could debate which task to do first, the soft sound of something clattering against the window. You waited a moment, hearing it again and again.

Rising from the bed and approaching the window, you thrusted the curtains open and peered down, spotting the girl immediately. She waved her hands at you and smiled widely. Finally having your attention, Rue made her way toward the fence and climbed on, pausing briefly when it wobbled.

"Rue- Oh, my god." You pushed the window up and stuck your head out, watching her attempt to balance herself on the fence. "You know I can just open the door for you, right?"

"Nah, I got this!" Rue nodded to herself and stuck her arms out once she got her footing. The gap between the fence and the side of the house couldn't be considered large by any means but for someone like Rue, it'd be quite the leap.

"The door is right around the corner, Rue. I just need to go downstairs-" Before you could continue, she made the leap, hands successfully gripping onto the window ledge while her legs kicked out wildly. A string of muttered curses and huffs left your lips as you helped pull the teenager in through the window and onto your bedroom floor.

"What are you doing here, Rue?" You breathed, watching her stand and dust herself off as if she hadn't borderline forced her way into your home.

"You weren't at the play," She breathed and adjusted her flannel before brushing some curls out of her face. "I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You know... considering..."

"Considering you knew my girlfriend was cheating on me and only exposed her for your own benefit?"

Rue winced and nodded, a soft sigh escaping her. "I'm sorry. I-I should've told you sooner... I fucked up. I fucked everything up and I know it might be a little too late but I'm hoping we can fix things. I want... I want us to be close again. You, me, and Lexi. I can't remember the last time we all hung out. I miss you."

"You're clean?" You couldn't help but ask. Her addiction had gotten in the way too many times for you to allow her back in without some suspicion.

"Yeah," She nodded, giving a weak smile. "And I'm for real gonna try to stay clean. I promise."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #rue bennett #rue bennett x reader #rue Bennett x male reader #rue bennet x reader #rue Bennett x female reader #euphoria #euphoria x fem!reader #euphoria x reader #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x you #euphoria x male reader

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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

✬

maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

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infernalodie · 9 months

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𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want “change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”

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rosemarycovet · 8 months

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characters I write for

twilight

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

emmet Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Bella Swan

SCREAM

(Mostly billy and Stu)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Dewey Riley

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Robert

Ethan landry

Tara carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Chad meeks

Amber Freeman

gilmore girls

(chilton) Rory Gilmore

Dean Forester

Jess Mariano

Tristin Dugray

Dave Rygalski

Lane Kim

Finn Wolfhard characters

Mike wheeler

Boris pavlikovsky

Miles Fairchild

Richie Toizer

Harry potter/wizarding world

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Harry potter

Ron Weasley

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

kit walker

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Madison Montgomery

Jimmy darling

James march

Euphoria

rue bennett

Jules vaughn

maddy perez

cassie howard

lexi howard

kat hernandez

Fezco

Elliot

Nate Jacobs

chris mckay

Scott pilgrim VS. The world

Scott pilgrim

Ramona Flower

wallace wells (x male reader)

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Random

Rodrick Heffely-Diary of a wimpy kid

Patrick bateman-American Pyscho

Jesse Pinkman-Breaking bad

Peeta Mellark-hunger games

Finnick Odair-hunger games

Nanno-Girl from no where

Danny Jenner-Jeepers Creepers

Kat Stratford-10tihay

Patrick Verona-10tihay

Cameron James-10tihay

Dave Lizewski-Kick ass

Charlie-the perks of being a wallflower

jennifer check- jennifer’s body

Tim LaFlour-senseless

Robin Buckley-stranger things

glen glantz-nightmare on elm street

Request are open

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multimuseficreblogs · 1 year

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𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 ❅ all criminal minds ❅ all criminal minds masterlists ❅ all criminal minds smut ❅ all criminal minds fluff ❅ all criminal minds angst 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 ❅ all aaron hotchner 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 ❅ all derek morgan 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 ❅ all emily prentiss ❅ all emily smut ❅ all emily fluff ❅ all emily angst 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 ❅ all jennifer jareau ❅ all jj smut ❅ all jj fluff ❅ all jj angst

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𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 ❅ all the mandalorian

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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it:

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

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skatetome · 2 years

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Masterlist and Other Information (pinned)

Click 'Keep Reading' for my other information if you plan to request something

More Locations Than Pages (Elinor Fairmont x Fem!Reader)

Destined and Dream Of (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)

The Forgiving Kiss (Tom!Peter Parker x Fem!Mysterio!Reader)

Temperatures of Love (Tom!Peter Parker x Reader)

One Kiss, Hundreds of Lights (Andrew!Peter Parker x Reader)

The Beach (Peter Parker x Reader)

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I'm open to requests for the following characters Spiderman:

Peter Parker (any)

Gwen Stacy

First Kill:

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont

Elinor Fairmont

Stranger Things:

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Euphoria:

Rue Bennett

Cassie Howard

Jules Vaughn

Maddy Perez

Kat Hernandez

Lexi Howard

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I don't write/DON'T REQUEST

Smut

Anything weird (beastiality, incest, obviously step-bro/step-sis stuff, etc)

Abusive character/victim reader or vice versa

Pro-sh/pro-ed stuff (I'm fine with writing comfort fics but nothing like pro sh or pro ed bf/gf ones)

Male reader (with the exception of gn!reader)

Real people fiction

I do write/DO REQUEST

Fluff

Angst

Any trope that doesn't go against my 'I don't write' list

Female and occasional gender neutral reader

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writing-imagines · 4 years

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“A Late Night Walk, Talk and Kiss” A Cassie Howard imagine

Possible warnings: swearing, mention of Cassie being slut shamed, mention of divorce

Parties were never really your thing. Even in grade school, you hated the idea of sitting in a room with people you didn’t know that well and celebrating something. High school parties were no exception even with your best friend there.

“Are you having a good time?” Lexi asked over the blaring music and other loud conversations.

“I’m not having a terrible time, but I wouldn’t say I’m having a good time either. You know how I feel about parties.”

“I know. I just thought maybe it would do you some good to actually socialize for once.”

“I socialize a lot. You’re just not there to see it all the time.”

“Texting Rue while hanging out with me does not count as a lot of socializing.”

“Of course it does. You’re just jealous I have other friends.”

“No, it-oh, hey Rue.” You turned your attention from Lexi to a very angry Rue.

“Gia is hanging out with Troy. I need your help, Lexi.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back, y/n.” Lexi quickly jumped up, causing her Bob Ross wig to bounce, and followed Rue into the other room.

So, there you sat alone on Kat’s couch watching everyone dance around in their Halloween costumes. You had to admit that although most of your classmates had the intelligence of a worm, they had pretty cool costume ideas. Even though you enjoyed people watching (and a few drinks), you were tired and it was getting close to your curfew. Figuring Lexi would be a while, you made a mental note to text her that you left rather than trying to find her again. You quickly finished your drink before getting up and making your way to the front door. Just a few steps away from the door, you were stopped by some guy dressed as a zombie.

“Hey, you hang out with Lexi, right?”

“Uhh...sometimes, yeah?”

“You know where she would be?” While contemplating telling this strange man where one of your closest friends were, you noticed a girl who looked like Cassie storm past and out the front door.

“Uh...she already went home.”

Before he could say another word you pushed passed him and jogged out the door. Sure enough, Cassie was walking down the street in her Alabama Worley outfit. If it were anyone else, you probably would have let them walk away. But you couldn’t let your best friend’s sister walk alone at night.

“Cassie! Cassie, wait up!” You called out as you ran towards her. She looked over her shoulder and stopped walking when she realized who you were.

“What do you want, y/n?”

“I saw you run out of the party. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Judging from the mascara streaks down her face, Cassie defiantly wasn’t okay.

“Thanks. I just...” Cassie let out a sigh and visibly faught back tears.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Let’s just get you home, okay?” Cassie let out a sniffle and nodded her head.

“Okay.”

Cassie started walking again and you followed distantly beside her. You two weren’t necessarily close, but Cassie was nice to you anytime you hung out with Lexi or stayed the night at their house. Of course, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on her, after all, she was one of the few girls in town who were beautiful and had a great personality. It broke your heart to know that most people overlooked her personality and just focused on her looks. You were pulled out of your thoughts when a sharp breeze blew past you, making Cassie shiver.

“Here. Take my sweater.” You stopped walking and carefully pulled the sweater over your head. Cassie looked at the sweater for a moment before taking it from you.

“Thanks. I guess I should have worn a warmer outfit.” Cassie quickly put the sweater on and enjoyed the warmth. You couldn’t explain why, but seeing Cassie in your clothes nearly made your brain short circuit. Cassie continued walking while you tried to form senerences.

“I like your costume. True Romance is a great movie.”

“You’ve watched True Romance?”

“Yeah, like a hundred times. I took a film class at my old school and for my final project I analyzed it.”

“I didn’t know you went to another school.”

“Yeah. I lived in Colorado before my parents got divorced. Life was pretty good there, but I defiantly like it better here.” You could tell the alcohol was defiantly hitting since you never really talked about your past with anyone.

“Really? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this town sucks. Everyone is in everyone’s business.”

“It’s like that in most towns though. Unless you live in a major city or out in the middle of nowhere.”

“I want to live in a huge city someday. Like so big no one can track me down or-” Cassie stopped talking and let out a sigh, leaving you confused.

“Or?”

“Or know me for my nudes.”

In that moment you froze. When you first moved to town there had been talk about some girl’s nudes being sent around. It wasn’t until you started school that you were able to put a face and name to the rumor. You saw how everyone would watch her walk by then whisper horrible things about her and it killed you, especially when you became friends with Lexi.

“I haven’t seen them. I think it’s really fucked up that people spread them around.” You looked from the road to Cassie. She had an almost hopeful look in her eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I avoided them at all costs.”

“Thanks. That actually means a lot. Most people in this town have seen them and judge me. Do you know how many people see me as a brainless slut?”

“No, I don’t.”

“All the guys in this town think that. That’s why I left Kat’s party. You know Daniel, right?”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.”

“He told me I was boring and anyone who is interested in me in lying because I’m only good for sex.” You stopped dead in your tracks, causing Cassie to stop too.

“Are you serious? He actually sad that to you?”

“Yeah, he did. But don’t worry about it. Daniel has always been a dick.”

“Fuck him. You’re such an amazing person, Cassie. Do you want me to beat him up? I’m non-confrontational ninety nine percent of the time, but I will go back to that party beat the shit out of him for talking to you like that.”

“Easy, killer. He’s just another stupid boy, it’s okay. Come on, let’s keep walking.”

Cassie held your hand and the two of you kept on your walk. You couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of holding her hand. You kind of wished the walk wouldn’t end, but you figured it was just the alcohol talking. After a few more minutes of walking you found yourself at Cassie’s doorstep, still holding her hand.

“Thank you for walking me home and listening to me. I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“Are you going to make it home safe?” She asked with a grin since you only lived three houses down.

“I don’t know. It’s a pretty long walk. I could die of exhaustion.”

“Maybe this will help you.” Cassie let go of your hand and leaned forward to kiss your lips. You swore you were going to pass out right then and there.

“Y-Yeah. I think that’ll keep me going.” That made her grin and let out a small laugh.

“I’m glad. Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Cassie.”

You stepped off her doorstep and made it a few feet away before she called out for you again.

“Hey, what about your sweater?”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Even though you were a few feet away, you could still see the blush across Cassie’s face. You couldn’t fight the smile that crept across your face either, so you continued your short walk home.

When you finally made it inside you allowed yourself to breathe since Cassie kissed you. Part of you wondered if the whole walk home was a dream and that you would wake up any moment with a broken heart. That moment never came though. Instead, you fell asleep with Cassie on your mind.

#cassie howard #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard x female reader #cassie howard x male reader #euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria hbo imagine #cassie howard imagine #mentions of #lexi howard #rue bennett #requested #sydney sweeney

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xoluvx · 4 years

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paint me like one of your french girls; rue bennett

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.5K

“How real can the art be if it’s being taught?” Rue scoffed walking down the hall of the large building. She loosely carried her sketchbook on one hand, the other was tucked into the pocket of her shorts.

“Regardless, we need the units to graduate.” Her very bubbly friend, Rachel, retaliated. It wasn’t like Rue had many friends so the ones she did have, even if they were the polar opposite of her, she kept around.

“This is the last time you make do some shit like this,” she stated nonchalantly as she opened the door.

Rue stopped abruptly when she saw the room was full. Never mind the naked man in front of the huddled group of people with easels and paint brushes. “I think we have the wrong place,” Rue turned to Rachel giving her a pair of warning eyes. Her face was flushed after seeing the man in all his glory.

“Oh you’re right. It’s the room next door,” the brunette chuckled lifting up her phone with the confirmation email. The room number in bold. This was not the room they were suppose to be in.

Rue gave her an ‘are you shitting me?’ look.

“Can you imagine if I’d signed us up for that?” She laughed nervously relieved that they were in the wrong room as she led Rue to the correct place.

The room was empty when they entered. They settled in a corner of the room; too intimidated by real possible artists who could join at any second. Rue nonchalantly opened her sketchbook dusting the blank page. She rested the sketchbook on her lap as she cross one leg over the other leaning back on the chair.

A woman appeared from a door in the room giving the two girls a smile.

“Welcome,” she breathed. Her aura sweet and welcoming.

“I’ll be your instructor today. I see we don’t have a full house,” she chuckled glancing at the empty chairs. “Guess this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea,” she joked flailing her arms around the room filled with drawings and art supplies.

“Our model should be here shortly, in the meantime, I’ll demonstrate some of the techniques you might want to use today. Other than that, you have creative freedom and I’ll be here more to help if you feel stuck.” She rambled turning to the large easel with white paper as she started drawing on it.

You rushed through the door out of breath.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” catching the attention of the instructor, you placed your bag on a table near her. One hang clung to the strap of your trench coat.

“Totally fine. We are pretty empty today,” the instructor smiled motioning towards Rue and Rachel sitting in the corner.

“If you don’t mind me asking...why do we need a model?” Rachel asked. Her lips parting with confusion. Her hands clung to her sketchbook, holding it close to her chest. Rue was looking at her wondering the same thing. Her mind jumping back to the male model next door.

Just as she’d ask her question, your trench coat was slipping off your shoulders. One arm extended towards the woman handing her the garment. She took it, hanging it on a hook that was screwed into the wall.

Rue instantly straightened up watching you stand on a small square podium. Her eyes tried hard not to linger, but she couldn’t help but give you a once over. She cleared her throat looking away; feeling embarrassed. Her mind fogged with thoughts. Thoughts she hadn’t had in a long time. All of them involving you.

“I’m sorry, I thought the nude modeling class was next door.” Rachel blushed trying to laugh off the awkwardness she was feeling.

“Yes, next door is painting. This room is sketching. With pencil,” she clarified smiling trying to offer some peace.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath only loud enough for Rue to hear. If it were any other time, Rue would totally give her shit over it, but she was still enthralled by you.

“We can’t back out now,” Rue tried to reason looking at her head on. Her lips were doing that quivering thing when she was being serious. Her eyes almost begging her to stay.

“You can start when you want,” the instructor waived pointing at the model.

“What exactly do we do?” the girl next to Rue whispered at her. Her brows furrowed.

“You draw her,” Rue whispered back pointing at you.

You tried not to smile as you heard them whispering. Your job was to stand still and let them do the work. Was it a degrading job? No, you didn’t think so. You actually got paid quite a lot and usually the crowds were small. Today was a bonus. Two pretty girls.

You looked straight ahead, not oblivious to the two different reaction from the girls. The fair-skinned one was nervous. You could feel the nerves radiating from her body as she avoided looking at you by all means.

The curly haired girl was nervous. But she hadn’t started drawing. In fact, she was peeking her eyes from the sketchbook trailing them down your body as her pencil rested limply in her hand.

Rue didn’t know where to start. She knew how to draw you, but she didn’t know where to start.

Should she start with your head? Then move down to your ears, draw your chin, and fill out your cheeks. Her eyes traced the outline of your eyebrows, your eyes which were piercing through the wall straight ahead and your pouty lips. They were soft and relaxed in comparison to your piercing eyes.

She imagined feeling the soft skin on your jawline, tracing the structure of your jaw with her finger as if that were her pencil; your skin the paper.

Maybe she’d start at your neck whose skin looked supple and ample enough for her lips. Going down to your collarbones which were slightly protruding from the pose you were holding steadily.

Maybe she’d start with your torso. How soft your skin would feel under her fingertips. Her finger tracing between your breasts down until it dipped in your navel.

Her face grew hot as her eyes lingered down further below your navel. Then back up to your face. Your previously fierce eyes had now softened and she felt her heart caught in her throat. Did you know that she was memorizing every crevice of your body at this very moment?

The minutes seemed to pass like seconds. The instructor’s voice roared over the studio letting them know the session was coming to a close. She touched your shoulder gently handing you a bathrobe.

Rue eyed as you wrapped the white fabric around your body. Your hand reaching for your bag which she noticed carried your clothes. The clothes you weren’t wearing when you first came in.

You disappeared into the room the instructor had came from earlier and then she glanced down at her drawing. She didn’t do your body justice, but the image of your body was engrained in her brain.

“Let’s go,” Rue heard Rachel’s voice beside her as she got up to her feet stuffing her sketchbook in her bag. Rue stood taking one last look at her sketchbook then the door before closing the book.

She was hoping you’d come out the door and she could get one last look at you, but it’d been minutes and the brunette’s patience was dwindling as she pulled Rue out of the room.

“That was weird,” she huffed feeling the warm air as they stepped outside. Her hand clung to her bag as they walked.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Rue shrugged turning back slightly to see if you’d come out of the building.

“Are you looking for her?” she gasped stopping as she caught Rue turning back. She tried to play it off, furrowing her brows and shaking her head.

“What? No,” Rue scoffed as if that was the silliest thing that could come out of Rachel’s mouth.

“Well, she’s looking for you.” She said raising her brows nodding towards the building. Rue had her back to the building and now she was too afraid to turn around. But when she did, she noticed you were smiling and waving almost sprinting to catch up.

“Hey,” you said trying to gasp for air. Rue finally turned to face you. Her lips quivering into a smile. “I know this may be unprofessional, but would you want to go out sometime?” you smiled at Rue completely ignoring the fact that Rachel was standing there with a smirk on her face.

“Uh-” Rue was at a loss of words watching you as if you were an angel sent from above. She thought she’d never see you again, except in her mind and her sketchbook.

“I think she means yes,” Rachel chirped, peeking from behind Rue’s shoulder. Rue shut her eyes smiling awkwardly before chuckling.

“Yes, yes we can go out sometime.” She gulped pulling out her phone. Before she could ask for your number, you took the phone from her hand typing quickly before handing her the phone back.

“I’ll see you soon then,” you smiled sheepishly biting your lip before waving and heading in the opposite directly.

Rue’s heart was beating in her chest rapidly as she held her phone. She stood in shock watching you walk away hoping you’d look over your shoulder one last time so she could see your face until you met again.

You did. Until you met again.

#rue bennett #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett fluff #rue bennett x you #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett x y/n #rue bennett x fem!reader

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multireese · 5 years

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Hooking up with Nate Jacobs at a party.

Nate Jacobs x male reader

A lil angsty.

You had been avoiding parties and basically all your school friends since the day your best friend Rue Bennett overdosed.

Maddy, Kat, Mckay, and Lexi have all been texting and calling to see how you were but you felt too guilty about what happened to Rue answer. Even Nate Jacobs tried to call you late at night a few times (he was probably drunk).

When Rue finally returned from rehab you didnt know what to expect. To your surprise the OD and a summer in rehab hadn't changed her too much except a hyperfocus on getting high.

You couldnt supress the need to keep an eye on Rue feeling guilty for being with her and getting high together. You wish it had been you to OD knowing all the shit the Bennett's had gone through.

Rue decided to go to a party and as much as you tried to convince her to do anything else you couldn't sway her, so you both showed up together. Everyone flocked to you asking you questions about where you've been, why you havent returned their calls, and asking about Rue's overdose.

You couldn't handle being at this party with these people so you broke your Summer long sobriety and took shots of vodka in the kitchen to avoid actually talking. Eventually you looked at your surroundings, you were now alone. No one was in the kitchen except you and Nate Jacobs. He looked over at you with a sexy drunk smirk and you felt butterflies then you remember what hes done to you.

Nate opens his mouth like hes about to say something but you quickly beeline your way out of the kitchen.

Fast forward to about 3 am everyone has either left or fell asleep in various parts of the house. You were sobering up but couldnt get comfortable on the cramped couch. You made your way toward the bathroom to throw water in your face but was shocked to see Nate come out.

You tried to push past Nate but he stopped you by holding your waist,"Please. Talk to me."

"Nate theres a lot of people here. I wouldnt want them to see us," you said smugly.

Nate grabs your arm and gently pulls you to follow him into an empty room in Mckays house.

"I've been missing you all Summer Y/N. I tried calling. I wanted to call more but you shut me out. I thought I could accept it but seeing you tonight...I just need you."

There it was. Nate always knew what to say to make you weak enough to go back to him. Y/N had been so alone all summer. He didn't want to dump his emotions onto Rue and even if Nate is only pretending to care about him it feels better than being alone.

That's how it happened. Thats the story of how you let Nate back into your heart after he broke it not too long ago. All Y/N could think about was the fact that it would definitely happen again, terrified that he would again let Nate back in to break his heart again.

I hate Nate Jacobs but Jacob Elordi and his accent are 😍😍😍

#nate jacobs #nate jacobs x male reader #jacob elordi #x male reader #euphoria #male reader imagines

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞

❝ do i even know you anymore ? ❞

- Rue Bennett

❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞

❝ do i even know you anymore ? ❞

Pronouns: Any/Gender neutral

Sluggishly walking down the hall, you felt exhaustion tugging on every muscle in your body. School had taken forever and work had been hectic. But at least you were home. Just a simple shower and then you'd order takeout and-

You paused upon hearing rummaging coming from your parents room. Your brows furrowed and you pulled your phone out, checking the message your mother had sent explaining they'd be getting home late. You reread the message over and over, feeling the backpack strap slip from your fingers and onto the floor with a soft thud.

The hairs on your arms rose and you inhaled shakily, tightly gripping your phone with one hand and reaching for the nearest vase with the other. You kept your eyes trained on the bedroom door, taking slow steps toward it and seeing the light peeking through the bottom. You nudged the door open and surveyed the room before looking toward the brightly lit bathroom and stepping further into the room. Spotting the figure, you stared at them.

"What the fuck are you doing, Rue?"

The girl in question flinched and whirled around, eyes slightly widened. She looked horrible. Sweat covered her skin and caused her brown curls to stick to her forehead and cheeks. There were bags under her eyes and she looked frail. She stumbled slightly, appearing to be unable to hold herself up for long. And yet, she smiled widely, albeit a nervous smile.

"Oh, hey! How are you?"

"How'd you get in?" You questioned, cautiously setting the vase on the drawer and eyeing her.

"Through the window-"

"What the hell?"

"-it was open so I just... you know. Were you gonna hit me with that?" Rue laughed nervously, pointing a shaky finger at the vase. You pursed your lips at her, gaze shifting onto the messy bathroom counter. Had she been searching for the medicine cabinet? You stepped closer and spotted it. Your mother's precious jewelry box.

A wave of nothingness washed over you, shoulders slowly slumping and brows lifting slightly. Your lips pressed into a line and you looked back at Rue, watching a mixture of emotions pass over her features as she searched for an excuse. You could only blankly stare at her and wonder... what happened to the girl you used to ride alongside to school? the girl you raced around with during recess? the girl who would show up on your doorstep with shy little Lexi in tow to ask if you could play at the park?

"I-I-I was looking for-"

"Do I even know you anymore?" You asked breathily and Rue blinked, her body freezing at your words, almost reeling back as if you'd slapped her.

"Yeah..." She didn't even believe it herself. "Of course you do, (Y/N). It's me-"

"No, it's not. This-" You motioned toward her. "-is some sad pathetic version of yourself."

Rue flinched. The numbness left.

You inhaled deeply, feeling the anger begin to seep into your veins. So many years, so many tears, so many cruel words you endured, and a goodbye you hoped would bring the old girl back. But rehab had obviously failed.

Her eyes welled up with tears and she pressed her lips together, attempting to stop them from quivering as she looked at everything but you. "I know... I fucked up.." She whimpered and sniffled, crumbling up the end of her shirt in her hand. "But I tried-"

"You didn't try hard enough!" You snapped abruptly and she bowed her head, shoulders beginning to shake. "You know it's only a matter of time before you end up dead in a ditch because of your own selfishness, Rue! It's not just about you! Can't you at least try for the rest of us? The people who love you?"

The bottled up anger overflowed despite how hard you tried to contain it.

Hot tears began blurring your vision and you shook your head, releasing a breathy laugh. "Is this because of that girl? Jules? Funny how a complete stranger made you sober right up but your mom couldn't get you to quit. Your sister couldn't get you to quit. Your best fucking friends couldn't. Why weren't we enough? Why wasn't I enough?"

"I-I know," She hiccupped and crumbled to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I'm sorry..."

"Fuck your apologies." You roughly wiped at your wet cheeks, lifting your phone and sending a text to Gia. "And get the fuck out of my house, Rue."

#x y/n #x reader #x you #x male reader #x female reader #x fem reader #x gender neutral reader #euphoria x you #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria x male reader #rue bennett x reader #rue bennet x reader #rue bennett x female reader #rue bennett x male reader #rue bennett

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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" you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? "

rue bennett or love quinn (if you still write for her)

" you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? "

Tagged as m!reader (alongside fem reader and gender neutral) since this can be read as platonic or romantic.

Noticing Rues silence, you propped yourself onto your elbows and peered over the edge of the bed, looking at the sprawled out Rue. While you never knew Rue as a chatterbox, she typically had theories to ramble about when high.

"You've been so quiet. What's on your mind?" You questioned softly. Rolling her head to look at you, she raised her shoulders, resting her hands on her stomach.

"I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

"Sometimes, yeah." You nodded, pushing yourself up and back into a sitting position. Rue looked back up at the ceiling and sighed heavily.

"I... I just realized I have no idea what's been going on in your life or Lexi's. Fuck, I don't even know what's going on with Gia and I live with her!" Rue sat up, running her fingers through her wild hair and miraculously avoiding getting her rings tangled in her curls.

"Yeah, well..." You sighed. "When you relapse... You can get pretty selfish."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'm trying to do better." Rue frowned, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"So, what's been going on with you?"

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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘴', 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Tyler, The Creator - SORRY NOT SORRY

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: You were sorry, but they made you this way...

Warnings: angst

Words: 2068

Rue couldn’t remember a moment that she saw you happy. It was a myth. Something told in books or journals. And in part, she considered everyone’s fault, including hers. But she never liked admitting it. She never liked staring at you, her older brother, and seeing where she destroyed you. She can pinpoint each flash of attitude being partly her fuck up.

But she wouldn’t take all the blame. Leslie fucked up with raising you. Gia fucked up by nagging you and placing her resentment onto you. And Rue? Well, she fucked you up with the drugs.

That led to now, you sitting opposite her at the dinner table and blocking out whatever conversation was happening between Lesilie and Gia. Something about school and a project Gia was doing with one of her friends. And you kept your eyes focused on your food, ignoring the faint glances from either woman toward you.

You didn’t want to be here. Rue knew this very early before you walked through the door. She also knew that living in the city hadn’t made you homesick judging by the fragrance that clung to your skin and clothes. Or the golden Rolex cuffed around your wrist. You didn’t need to keep this connection with any of them, but you were here. That’s what Rue was stuck on.

“How’s work been, Y/n?” Leslie finally turned her attention to you, a smile on her lips that was genuine.

You glanced up at her for a moment before taking a bite from your steak. “Fine.”

Then there was that familiar silence that fell over the dining room. No one said a word as the unpleasantry took its place. And it took a few moments for Leslie to recover, forcing that smile back on and humming. “Anything interesting going on? How have you and Elliot been-”

By the time she brought up Elliot, your fork rattled against the plate. Enabling the silence to reappear with a far tenser aura radiating from it. You had to squeeze your hand, fisting the tablecloth. “Why are you making small talk? There has to be a reason why you asked me to come back out here?” You speculated, turning your gaze to your mother.

She was perplexed by the straightforward and snappy questions. Looking to Alie, who was sitting at the other end of the table to your left. Neither of you had shared a word or spared a look. And you preferred it that way since you weren’t planning on staying much longer after this dinner.

But Leslie cleared her throat, carefully placing her fork down and clasping her hands in her lap. “I need your help-” Before she could even finish, you scoffed and tossed your cloth into the center of the table.

Rue watched the fabric soak up the gravy, unable to see the similarities it shared with the growing tension in the room. How it was absorbing and growing damper in the mood that she had hoped would be uplifting. A possible event she could chalk up to being a celebration of her recovery. But with the way your eyes were burning into Leslie’s, that hope had been thrown out of the window.

“This is what it was all about, huh? You need my fucking help with bills?” You barked. “You got a man at the table.” You motioned to Ali. “Why the fuck do you need me?”

“Uh, we aren’t even-”

“No one’s talking to, asshat!” The insult made Leslie slam her on the table, trying to control her breathing.

“Use some damn manners when there are guests,” Leslie exclaimed, making you sigh. “And if you’d like to know, Ali has been helping your sister with her recovery. Way more than you ever have.”

An unapologetic laugh fell from your lips. “Oh? So that’s my fault?” You questioned. “Is Dad’s death my fault now? Hmm?”

That was the final straw for Leslie, who sat up so fast her chair toppled over. Pointing her finger at you and exclaiming, “That’s enough out of you! All you’ve been is arrogant and ungrateful for what I’ve given you!”

“You want to try and guilt trip me and shit? Bitch, I fucking made what I have by myself,” you countered. “I worked for racist assholes at the mill so we could have food on the table. You gave birth to 2 dysfunctional kids that were going to kill themselves!”

“Y/n, that’s enough-!”

“I had to leave before Rue’s drug use had me reaching for the gun!” You continued. You placed weights on my back when dad died and now it’s my fault that I don’t come around? You are a grown-ass woman. Fucking act like it!”

Gia was quietly crying as Rue tried to comfort her little sister. Staring up at the two prolific adults in her life. Two that wouldn’t let her or Gia catch a break. Two people who acted like children and couldn’t put their bullshit aside to enjoy a simple dinner.

And Rue loved you. She appreciated the moments when she got to spend time with you. Going to the movies together, going to Dad’s grave, you being there for her when she was itching for a pill. But this constant bickering that was going on between you and Mom was getting excessive.

You scoffed, standing up and saying, “Man, fuck this shit.” About to walk out of the dining room, you stopped short and turned around. “Oh, and I’m sorry that 4 minutes with me had been such a chore for you to not rely on your kids to pull the weight millions of others have to deal with on their own!” You laughed, raising your arms from your side. “You ain’t shit without me! Without Dad! You are a worthless, spineless, piece of shit!”

That was Ali’s moment to stand up and speak. “You shouldn’t speak to your mother like that, young blood.”

All you could do is look at him with a raised brow. “And who the fuck are you? You’re my sister’s sponsor, right? Does being a sponsor also mean coming into the house and fucking my mom?” Rue sighed, about to speak, but you raised your hand. “Nah, fuck that! Are you gonna tell me that you know what I am going through? That you know trauma?” You laughed, shoving the man back. “You and none of us are special. Everybody got problems and mine come from the bitch that brought me into this world!”

Tears from the past rising to the surface were brought back as you placed your hands on your chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t pretentious. I’m sorry I wasn’t going to go out of my way to make you proud of me.” You breathed in deeply, shaking your head. “But seeking validation from someone who invalidates you is stupid as fuck. And you call me arrogant because you haven’t experienced a moment of feeling great. Guess what? Since I’ve taken you out of my life, shit has never been fucking better!”

And like that, you were walking out of the house that was in disarray and pent-up emotions that none of them thought they had. Rue was quick to stand to her feet, ignore her mother’s calls and chased after you.

“Caring about you is so fucking complicated.” The statement made you stop. Frowning and turning your head to stare at your sister, who had tears brimming in her eyes.

“What-”

“One minute I want to love you and the next I want to strangle you to the death,” Rue spat. “You’re making things more difficult than they need to be.”

“Rue-”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I talk and you listen, all right?” After a moment, you inhaled profoundly and nodded with a exhale.

“Ever since you left, shit has been hard on Gia. I hate to admit it, but it also has for me.” She ran a hand through her curly strands and shook her head. “But I’ve found this station where I can finally be happy without any pills. I finally recovered. And some part of me thought that you would be willing to put all the bullshit aside and just be there for me.”

Sighing, she waved her hand. “Come around, don’t. I don’t care anymore, okay? But, please for the love of God, just be civil and figure your shit out with Mom,” she said. “You two are destroying the family more by fighting with Mom all the time.”

“You can’t act as if none of this shit matters,” you defended. “She is asking me to pull a weight for her that I cut when I left. And pulling in Ali, who I respect, truly, but what the fuck? She wants me to sit there and act like he isn’t sitting in Dad’s seat?”

“You don’t think I know that? You think I don’t understand what you’re feeling?” She questioned harshly. The tears she’d managed to keep below were rising and spilling over her crystalized vision. Rubbing them harshly in an attempt to suppress or hide the fact that all of this was falling apart in front of her.

Rue never wanted to cry. Not when it came to you. Leaving as you did. Seemingly moving on with your life and putting her, Gia, and your mom in the rearview as you pursued a career that could keep you living a life you never got. And she would never hold that against you. You went for your goals and you got them but left everyone else behind. Of course, you brought Elliot along for the ride because you two were high school sweethearts. But she held resentment toward her old friend and you for having a better life without her.

Exhaling shakily, Rue shook her head. “I wake up and put his sweater on every day. And that’s all it takes for me to be reminded of what we all lost,” she said. “But I dug myself out of the hole I put myself in. And here I was thinking that maybe we all could be a family. To be what we were before Dad died.” Licking her lips, she sniffled. “But I can see I was wrong.”

All you could do is stare at your sister, who had given up on showing the pain she felt. The genuine grief that had struck her all those years ago and how they still had some sort of leeching effect on her. But she also showed you that she made something of herself and that even if it may not correlate with her redemption quest of recovery, you could take her for inspiration. Make right by Gia and try and rekindle a relationship with your mother.

But she wasn’t giving you enough time to form a statement or apology for her. Turning around and slowly made her way to the door where hushed whispers could be heard from Ali and Leslie. Preparing herself for the belligerent comments from her mother about you.

“Rue!” The girl licked her lips, turning around and finding you smiling softly at her. “I’m happy you’re back to your old self, kiddo. No one can make me feel like a piece of shit like you can.”

And finally, after so long, she smiled. Laughing and walking over, being engulfed by your arms that took her into your warm embrace. Inhaling the mahogany wooden collagen you always wore since you two were kids. Originating from your guys’ dad’s personal preferences, and now it had carried down to you, who matched the scent.

Pulling away, she met your gaze and your hands held her face. “I’ll do what I can for you and Gia. Even if it ends with me keeping in touch with you two, I’ll help pay for things, be there for important moments, and drive down when I can,” you explained. “But you need to understand Rue, that there might be a chance that Mom and I don’t repair things.” You watched her sigh in slight disappointment. So, you tilted your head, meeting her gaze once more. “Can you live with that? Because I’m sorry that I hurt you and Gia, but I’m not sorry for what I said about her.”

And Rue took a second. Lips pursing in the compilation of a decision she was responsible for making. But when she did, she smiled, nodding. “I can do that.”

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𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐩 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Simu Liu - Hot Soup

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: 5 years alone, still could do things on your own, but time was beginning to devour the hope...

Warnings: Character death and angst

Words: 893

The street lights breached the curtains that did very little to hide the privacy you searched for on this certain day. But it didn’t stop you from staring at the steam that blossomed and slithered through the air from your bowl of soup. Its fragrant smell warms the inside of your chest, allowing the tiniest of smiles to appear on your lips.

Cans of beer were scattered across the tiny kitchen counter. A friendly reminder that you were running out and that maybe you should just save your money. Cigarette buds were scattered around the ashtray mere inches from your soup. Black smears of ash unremovable from the veneer table top that could only seat two people.

In no way was the apartment ready for any possible visitors, but it wasn’t like anyone was coming. There weren’t many people that reached out anymore.

You knew that after high school, a lot of the people you grew up with were people that would become history. It was only the true friends that stuck around who would be the ones you stayed in contact with. But when there is nothing left and no one left, you found yourself in a constant state of loneliness. Because while others went on to pursue their dreams or get out of this shithole of a town, you were stuck in some shitty apartment building. Staring at an urn that never talked and merely collected dust on your table.

Sniffling, you tapped your finger on the table gently. “5 years.” You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, shaking your head. “Jesus, it doesn’t feel like that since you left.”

Maybe you were expecting a response, but when silence was met, it left this ache in your heart. That familiar tightening in your chest and burning of your nose. But you couldn’t do it. Not tonight. Not when this was for her.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you flashed a smile at the urn. “I, uh, I made the soup you tried teaching me to cook,” you stated, motioning to the bowl that was still hot. “I think after the third or so year, I decided to finally try and do it.” You laughed, running a hand over your head. “You couldn’t get me to do it when you were here, but I decided to only do it now? God, I am fucking pathetic.”

Exhaling, you took the spoon and swirled the red liquid. “You remember when you made it for me after my soccer practices?” You inquired. “You knew that I couldn’t stomach mom’s cooking, so you were willing to take time out of your day to make me something.” You smiled. “Fuck, if I knew what was happening, I might’ve been there to do something for you.”

Scooping up some of the soup, you placed it in your mouth and tasted that nostalgic flavour. A deep hum vibrates through your chest, savouring it before placing the spoon back down in the bowl. The longer you stared at the stale silver urn, the longer you felt those suppressed emotions slowly rise to the surface. “God, I fucking miss you, Rue.” That tightening of your chest strangled a sigh from your lips.

Tonight was just supposed to be about you talking to her. Or at least talk to whatever figment of your imagination that took the frame of your older sister. Because when she was still here, there wasn’t much discussing your emotions. Being the youngest in the household and growing up with three women who all had their own problems, you could very rarely put your problems onto the table. Fearful that doing so would result in you being brought into arguments that you couldn’t handle at the age of 12. Rue was abusing drugs, Gia was dealing with the fact that she was denied attention from your guys’ mother, and Leslie was trying to keep Rue alive. You had found yourself in the middle of the pack, completely forgotten on many occasions if you didn’t make your presence known to them. And you saw and experienced a lot of fucked up shit–Way too much for your age to experience.

Yet, during all of that, Rue tried to be your older sister. She tried to walk you home from school and let your ramble senselessly about how boring your day was. She would tease you about the girls you liked in class. All she wanted to do was try and be there for you.

But when she died, it left you isolated as you didn’t have a structure fitting between your mother and Gia. So, when Rue got cremated and you got to the age you could get a job and get your own place, you hadn’t thought twice to bring Rue with you.

Which left you here. Every year you spent the day she died talking to what was left of your sister. Just like how it used to be. Rambling on and on about what you were doing, how you were feeling, and all the other bullshit that you decided to put up with.

And you knew that until the day you reached your breaking point or until you died from old age, you would still have these talks with your sister. Hoping that one day, somewhere, you might be able to see her again.

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