Four + Reader, 16 and 27? If you can?
Characters: Reader x Tobias “Four” Eaton + Peter Hayes
Warnings: violence, swearing
Prompts: 16: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 27: “Oh, fuck off.”
Word Count: 394
A/N: of course I can! hope you like it! (and i think this is the first Tobias request)
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You ripped your arm from Peter’s grasp and scowled. Peter laughed as he leaned up against the bunk bed, refusing to let you pass. You gritted out your teeth and balled your fists.
“Let me pass, Peter.” you hissed, and Peter scoffed.
“What are you going to do to me, Amity?” he laughed, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks. You had transferred from Amity, which had surprised everyone, but it was what showed up on your aptitude tests. Despite constantly proving that you didn’t fit the joyful, peaceful ideals of Amity, Peter still constantly harassed you.
“I swear,” you growled. “I’ll break your nose.”
“Yeah, right. Well go on, give it a try then. I’ll give you a free swing.” Peter leaned his face closer to yours, a taunting smile on his lips.
“Oh, fuck off.” you growled, punching him in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. He staggered for a moment, shocked, before he grabbed your arm and punched you in the stomach, hard. You wheezed, doubling over. Staggering to your feet, Peter shook his head at you as he rubbed his chin.
“You’re going to pay for that, Amity.” he spat, and raised his fist as Four walked in.
“Hey!” he roared, and Peter froze. He looked at you, clutching your stomach, and Peter’s red face. “What’s going on here?”
“y/n tried to pick a fight with me.” Peter pointed at you, and you felt the anger bubble up in your stomach. You lunged at him, but Four grabbed your arms from behind and dragged you back. He dragged you out of the room as Peter smirked, pulling you into a empty hallway.
“He’s lying!” you yelled, trying to go back into the dorms but Four kept a firm grip in your arm.
“I know, y/n.” Four responded, his voice low. You looked up at him, incredulous.
“Then why wouldn’t you let me kick his ass?” you demanded, and Four shook his head.
“You’ll just get yourself into more trouble, y/n. Drop it.” you pulled yourself away from Four’s grip and sighed. Straightening your shirt, you took a deep breath. “However, I can do something if you want. I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
“Whatever.” you shrugged, but finally smiled. “Go ahead if you want to, but I didn’t give you any ideas.”