we were little girls with messy hair who wanted to shoot lasers at the people who hurt us. we made our barbies fly, made them spies, made them as strong as we wanted to be. they could stand up to the bullies. when we were older, we would ask, “where are the female superheroes?”
“it’s just a movie,” we were assured, “and what’s wrong with being the girl next door?”
we were angry adolescents with no safe direction to lash out in. we were not allowed to be violent. those of us who turned to our playstation were embarrassed for it. many of us were bullied. many of us turned to fantasy. when we were older, we would ask, “why is there only one playable girl character in this whole game?”
“video games are art,” we were sneered at, “i’m sick of these fake gamer girls ruining our media.”
we were high school girls who were worried we weren’t being kissed fast enough, even at 15. we felt shame boil up around our ears when men leaned out of cars to sling slurs at us. we wanted to feel good about ourselves but were sent home for showing our shoulders. what were we telling people by being so in love with our bodies that we showed them off in any small way. when we were older, we would ask, “why does this advertisement for socks have a barely-18-year-old girl lying mostly-naked on a bed?” we saw our own 18-year-old self, who could barely kiss right and still trembled about sex.
“relax,” we were told, “if you don’t like it, don’t look. if you’re mad they’re selling you your clothes like this, just don’t buy from them.”
we turned into tired adults. we have our fires burnt out. we have explained and explained until our tongues turned numb why we deserve to be able to live without fear. we got sick of being teachers. any dent we made was quickly refilled. we were sick of trying to talk to people who would never change their minds about us. we were sick of it. and we still asked: “where am i? where are the people who look like me?”
i once was in a coffee shop sighing to a friend, “why don’t people get that not every girl has the same body or same metabolic system” and i was interrupted by a large man who has no idea how i eat or how much i weigh or how healthy i might be, and he loudly and briskly informed me, “Victoria’s Secret models have a more common body type than you think. If you’re so pissed about not being like the girls on tv, how about you change what you look like?” i had gone 6 days without eating.
so we made it up. we gave barbie a cape and our spotted dog the ability to control the weather. we wrote barely-legible fanfiction about vampires who were also terribly in love with us - because we were perfect in this world, unlike the mess of what really was - we crafted entire sub-stories about how the main characters in our favorite universes were secretly girls in disguise. we made 17-year-old characters who would cut the throats of anyone who hurt them. we drew pictures of women in full, angry armor. we wrote bad poems about the girls we loved and the ones we were jealous of. we hurt ourselves often, were excellent at denying ourselves in the name of something. we only ate salad, we wouldn’t touch grease, we didn’t buy certain things, didn’t get dirty. we used things to fill the gaps. bath bombs. fussy boots. venti iced mocha half-caf.
we made it up. we flooded the market. we put up pictures of ourselves smiling, with messy hair and silly faces, with back fat, with smudged makeup. we made videos perfecting our lips. we made art of possible fashion - all with pockets.
a few girls take selfies at a sports event. they are slandered across the news for it.
can you imagine? can you imagine the selfishness? the audacity? the self-possession one must feel to take a picture of themselves where they control everything?
we don’t belong. images of us have to be photoshopped. made in buildings with perfect lighting. a young girl in underwear. we don’t belong. we don’t exist. keep quiet. if you don’t like it, don’t look at it.
- Usually, when Nesta reads, Cassian has noticed, she retreats to the small section she had claimed the library in their small apartment. They have a small window seat, which Nesta has decorated with pillows, that overlooks a small park underneath and is surrounded by shelves making it convenient for Nesta’s book. And of course, she had added a chair for Cassian for whenever he wishes to join her.
- Cassian has always loved to watch her read, watch the little tell tale signs on her face when a scene was getting brutal or quite the opposite.
- Nesta has always begged him not turn into an Edward Collins - “Cassian the last thing we need is for you to turn out to be some overgrown vampire bat that just loves to stare creepily at me.”
- Deep down Nesta loves it and the bastard knows.
- One day Cassian has returned late from work (somewhere around 2:00 AM) and the first thing that greeted him when he opened the door of the apartment was the sound of crying. Low hiccups. And he instantly knew who that sound belonged to.
- Nesta was sitting in the window seat, weeping quietly, a book clutched to her chest.
- It always amazed him how the girl who could kill someone with a glare, is also the girl who weeps over fictional characters and books. But he knew his Nesta now, he knew that even though she may not be the most open person or the warmest, when she loves, she does it with all her heart and so passionately. It may take someone years to earn her love, but when he does, he knows that the love he just received will never be extinguished.
- Cassian made a quick detour to the kitchen where he mad a cup of tea before making his way toward her. She’s still clutching her book when she looks up at him, tries to wipe away her tears quickly but Cassian was having none of it. He placed the tea on the small table beside the chair that Nesta had longed proclaimed was his before he picked her up and places her in his lap whilst he sat on the chair.
- “What’s wrong?” he asked as he stroked her back, willing her with his eyes to tell him what happened so he can ease her worries.
- And with that Nesta hides her face in his chest as she starts telling him about the story, small hiccups causing her to stop every now and then. The way she talks about her characters, as if they were real and alive, always baffles Cassian. But by now he knows that for this short period of time they were real to her.
- She must have spoken for hours because by the time she was done Cassian could see small rays of sunshine breaking the stillness of the night sky. Her mood had changed since two in the morning and by then she was smiling tiredly looking at Cassian the same way he always looked at her when he thought she didn’t notice him looking.
- And with as much force as she could muster she rose from his lap to place the book back on the shelves before grabbing his hand and directing him toward their bed.
- The last thing Cassian remembered before falling asleep was Nesta’s lips on his cheek as she whispered how much she loved him. And he realized then how lucky he was to have fallen in love with a girl who reads. Because he may have lost her for a few hours then to her own world, she always comes back to him. She takes him to unforgettable places, giving him the most colorful imagination know to human, and when she comes back, she always comes back a bit stronger and more Nesta.
this was requested by a reader, I hope you enjoy it. I tried to make the whole gang flirt with y/n.
bowers gang x reader
(A little heavy on the reader & Henry)
word count : 1300+
I sat at the quarry with Belch, Victor, Patrick and of course Henry. They were seeing who could jump the farthest into the water but of course I decided to sit out on this one, primarily because it was dangerous as fuck. They were all in their underwear since they had forgotten their clothes and I wasn’t complaining.
“Y/n come in!!” Belch said as I watched from the top of the rock. I frowned and shook my head.
“Quit being such a pussy you brat!” Henry yelled at me and I rolled my eyes. He was always the most harsh to me out of all the guys, if he were ever to even say something somewhat nice, the guys called him soft and he would be even meaner than usual.
“Fine fuck you all.” I yelled, throwing my dress over my head , taking off my shoes and jumping in. I screamed as I jumped off of the tall rock and felt the cold water engulf over me.
“See, it wasn’t that bad!” Victor cheered and patted me on the back.
“That was terrifying.” I laughed pushed my hair out of my face to catch Henry just staring at me.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer Bowers.” I smirked at him and he turned red and gave me a nasty look.
“I-I wasn’t staring. This bitch is making up lies!” Henry yelled at the other boys trying to defend himself and they all started laughing.
“It’s okay if you admit your crush on her Henry. She’s so hot.” Victor winked at me and Henry splashed Victor, who got a mouth full of water.
“Thanks Vic.” I smiled.
“I don’t like her. You guys can have her.” Henry said with a rude tone.
I frowned internally. I would never show vulnerability around these guys, I would never hear the end of it.
“That’s a little rude,Henry.” Belch said as we awkward just stood in our underwear staring at each other.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Henry said quickly getting up out of the water.
“Y/n, I think you’re beautiful. Don’t listen to what Henry says, something crawled up his ass and died.” Patrick said and Belch and Victor agreed. I let out a big smile, I’m so glad I had 3 good friends.
“Should someone go talk to Henry?” Victor questioned looking at all of us.
“I am for one not, I don’t feel like having him pull his knife on me again.” Patrick said averting his eyes to the side.
“I’ll go talk to him.” I sighed, realizing no one else was going to.
I got out of the water, completely forgetting I was in my underwear and I turned around and saw their mouths wide open.
“Holy shit.” Belch commented looking me up and down.
I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking away, with an extra sway in my hips.
“Bro I have boner.” I overheard Victor say as I walked away… gross.
“Dude what the fuck!” Patrick shouted, slapping Victor on the back of the head.
Within ten minutes I found Henry at the top of the rock, smoking a cigarette.
As I came into his view he looked me up and down and just looked away, without saying a word.
“Are you okay?” I questioned, speaking very softly. The last thing I wanted to do was piss of Henry, because when he was mad, he was super mean.
“Of course, I’m fine.” He emphasized the word ‘fine.’
Trying to get Henry to admit how he was actually feeling was like pulling teeth.
“Okay… guess I’ll leave then.” I awkwardly stated ready to walk back down to the boys but he grabbed my wrist as I turned away.
“No….uh stay.” He mumbled scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. This whole situation was so weird. He never was shy.
“What’s up? You’re acting strange.” I stated, looking at him sympathetically.
“No I’m not. I just wanted to smoke.” He said inhaling his joint.
“That’s bullshit Henry. I’m not stupid.” I assured crossing my arms. He didn’t leave The whole crew because he desperately wanted a cigarette, that was a total lie.
“I don’t like them all over you.” He murmured not even looking at me.
“What do you mean all over me?” I was utterly confused. The guys were just flirty but they were never suffocating.
“They all want to rail you… stop trying to act like you’re oblivious. You’re constantly on Victor’s dick, kissing up to him.” He spat, then threw the bud of his cigarette into the water.
I was completely appalled. How was I constantly on Victor’s dick?
I pushed him off the rock he was leaning against. “Shut the fuck up Henry. Even if this was true…and it isn’t, why do you care?” I commented while raising my eyebrows.
“You’re my friend and it makes me uncomfortable to have all my friends trying to get with you.” He said getting in my face.
“You’re uncomfortable? That’s fucking hilarious. I love how your friends wanting ME is a problem for YOU.” I sarcastically replied gritting my teeth.
“You’re wasting my time. Stop talking to me.” Henry said looking down into my eyes. Our faces were so close.
I looked up at him and my whole 'I’m so tough’ exterior completely fell through. I felt tears prick my eyes. Quickly, I looked down and scurried away. I would never let him see me cry. Grabbing my clothes and shoes, I hastily put them on. I was going to make Belch take me home because I was not walking home alone, especially with all the children disappearing in Derry.
“Y/n…come back here.” I heard Henry calling my name.
Completely ignoring his comment I hopped down the path and found the rest of the boys.
They were playing Marco Polo…losers. Belch was Marco and Victor and Patrick were saying polo.
“Pol-oh hey y/n. What’s wrong with Henry?” Patrick inquired ruffling his wet hair.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with Henry. He’s a fucking bipolar, cruel human being. He thinks he is so tough and won’t open up to anyone because he is a fucking narcissistic asshole.” I spat and I heard applauding come from over my shoulder.
“Nice vocabulary.” I turned around and saw Henry standing there with his ripped jeans on, but still lacking a shirt.
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, sorry if you couldn’t comprehend it with your small brain.” I sassily replied.
“Maybe if you were smarter you would realize I just give you shit because I have a crush on you. But I’m 'sorry if you couldn’t comprehend it with your small brain’.” Henry smirked while mimicking me.
I felt my jaw just drop as I felt like I couldn’t speak. That was not something I expected…
“You’re lying.” I mumbled, it wasn’t a snarky comment but I couldn’t come up with something better.
“Yeah y/n, that is definitely a lie.” He whispered in my ear as he walked by me grabbing my butt.
I stood there confused and heated, what just happened?
“Let’s leave it’s getting dark!” Henry yelled as the boys all turned around and got out of the water.
We all began walking back to Belch’s car as we admired the sun setting ahead of us.
“That was a fun day.” Victor stated as we walked toward the sunset.
“Yep, I love you guys.” I smiled looking at them and leaning into Henry’s side.
He looked down at me and put his arm around my waist. He was never the type to be affectionate so this was a shocker to everyone, including myself. He didn’t say anything but he had a slight red tint to his cheeks.
“We love you too.” Patrick added.
I was so lucky to have friends who cared about me so much, even if they were assholes sometimes, they were my assholes.
“So, my question,” the fan started, smiling wildly as Jensen locked eyes with her giving her his full attention. “Hi,” she blurted out.
“Is that a question?” Jensen smiled sweetly.
The girl giggled before she started talking again. “No. Sorry. My question,” she cleared her throat. “It’s about Y/N, actually.”
Jensen bent over in laughter. This happened so often at conventions that she couldn’t make that he had almost come to expect it. He loved that this family loved her so much. It made his heart soar.
“Of course,” he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.
“Sorry,” the fan giggled. “So we’ve heard rumors that she might be coming back to the show, but we all know she just gave birth to your second child, Lincoln.”
Jensen smiled at her as she continued.
“Anyway, having just had a baby, it seems a little quick for her to be coming back to the show. So my question is, can you substantiate these rumors in any way? Give us a little glimmer of hope that our favorite Dean girl is coming back? We miss her so damn much,” the fan finished with a sigh.
Jensen bent over in laughter again, the corners of his eyes crinkling perfectly.
Before he could answer, you stepped out from behind the curtain carrying Lincoln and holding hands with your six year old, Jaslyn. The crowd gasped and then immediately erupted into wild, enthusiastic cheers.
Jensen turned to look at you, a smile on his face.
“Daddy!” Jaslyn squeaked and darted toward him. She jumped into the air, right into his arms.
“Hey bean!” he answered, kissing her forehead. “So these ladies want to know if mommy is going to be back on Daddy’s show soon. Do you know the answer to that question?” Jensen asked, handing her the mic.
“I do,” Jaslyn giggled, eyeing the crowd mischievously.
“And are you going to tell them?” Jensen prompted.
She shook her head swiftly. “I’m not,” she laughed handing the mic back to Jensen.
The crowd died with laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at her as you stepped beside Jensen and leaned into him, your mouth hovering over the mic as you pressed yourself against him.
“She’s good at keeping momma’ secrets, this one,” you winked at Jaslyn then smiled at the crowd. “But I’ll tell you this. You guys will want to pay SPECIAL attention to Ep. 21.”
The crowd screamed.
You laughed and held up a hand to stop them. “I’m not saying you’ll see me. I’m not saying you won’t. But you’re in for a big effing surprise,” you winked. “And it may involve…”
Jensen cut you off. “Okay. Okay. Shut up before you get us fired,” he laughed elbowing you.
You looked down at Lincoln with a smile then back at Jensen. “They wouldn’t fire a woman who just had a baby. That would be cruel.”
The crowd erupted.
You covered your mouth and raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Whoops,” you giggled, winking at Jaslyn who was watching you with a huge grin. “Maybe you’ll hear more about it soon. Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged.
Jensen pulled you and Lincoln close, kissing you firmly. “Love you,” he whispered against your lips.
“You more,” you responded, kissing him back.
“Mommy can I tell them the OTHER secret?” Jaslyn giggled in Jensen’s arms as she watched the two of you exchange a kiss.
“The one about Lincoln?” Jensen asked, looking scandalous.
Jaslyn nodded her head.
“Do it. They’ll go crazy,” you laughed.
She stole the mic from Jensen causing everyone to laugh. “Lincoln is gonna be on Daddy’s show soon. And it’s a big shock for daddy,” she giggled.
The crowd was stunned into silence before they started talking excitedly amongst themselves.
“Good job bean. That’ll keep em guessing for a while,” Jensen winked, fist bumping his daughter.
The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the possibilities that the end of the season might bring.
I apologize in advance. This is utter nonsense. I don’t even know. *facepalm*
Request: “Could you do a losers club x fem reader, where the reader starts distancing herself from the group because she thinks she’s being replaced by Bev, and the losers confront about it?”
Pairing: Losers Club x Female!Reader
Warnings: Richie being Richie XP
A/N: I didn’t include Ben or Mike in this imagine because yes although they did join The Losers’ Club they haven’t been apart of it for a long time like the four original boys have been. Therefore they really wouldn’t notice the change if Y/N was distant. Hopefully it makes sense!
When you first met Beverly Marsh you had no problem with her.
Finally, for once there would be another girl apart of The Losers’ Club.
Although you loved the boys with all of your heart it got hard at times being the only girl. You wanted someone to talk to about girly stuff like boys, fashion, and the latest gossip/news going around town. That’s why you were pretty stoked when you all finally hung out with Bev one day at the Quarry.
But your happiness was soon diminished when you noticed the boys had become more fond of her. You couldn’t blame them, Bev was the first girl to join the group after you had in a long time. You were pretty sure the boys would get over it and things would go back to normal.
You thought wrong.
Noticing the boys seemed to like Beverly more than you, you became distant. You declined invitations when they wanted to hang out, you hung up the phone whenever they called your house, and if they saw you in public you acted like you didn’t see them and walked the other way.
The boys were concerned. What made their best and favorite girl become so distant and cold with them?
Eddie, Stan, Bill and Richie currently sat outside of Eddie’s house trying to figure out what was going on with Y/N.
“Well all I have to say is that she’s acting like a real bitch right now.” Richie rolled his eyes as he adjusted his glasses.
“Don’t c-call her that m-maybe she has a g-good reason Richie.” Bill defended.
Y/N had always been like a big sister to him. Well to all of them in that matter. They knew her like the back of their hands. Whether she was happy, sad, or angry the boys knew what was up with their girl.
“She was acting fine up until-” Eddie stopped mid sentence as he realized why Y/N had been acting so distant.
“Well spit it Eds we don’t have all day.” Richie said impatiently.
“Up until we started hanging with Beverly, A LOT.” Eddie stated.
“What? How does that justify her ignoring us, acting like we don’t exist and most of all not even talking to us about it.”
Richie understood that Y/N was upset with them for hanging out a lot with Beverly but why would she choose to distant herself? Why didn’t she just tell them how she felt.
“Because she’s a girl Richie, and she probably thought we would replace her with Beverly so she chose to distance herself to not get hurt.” Stan explained.
“How d-did we not s-see t-this? We’re s-so s-stupid.” Bill said in realization as he shook his head.
“Indeed.” Eddie agreed.
“But Y/N is our best and favorite girl, we would never do that to her!” Richie exclaimed.
“Yeah well let’s tell her that before it’s too late.” Stan took the kickstand off of his bike making his way to the street.
The boys didn’t say a word. They just followed behind him. They were going to talk to Y/N and make things right. The last thing they wanted was to lose her and the friendship they all shared for the past years.
As the boys rode on their bikes they noticed a familiar figure walking down the street. Although the person’s back was facing towards them they instantly knew it was Y/N.
“Y/N wait up!” Richie exclaimed.
Y/N turned around she showed no expression on her face before she faced forward once again. She continued walking, acting like she hadn’t seen the boys. She was sad and angry, even when Y/N didn’t have an expression on her face the boys knew what she was feeling.
“Okay boys get ready we’re moving on to plan B.” Richie instructed.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m ready.” Stan smiled.
“Me too.” Eddie confessed.
“Same.” Bill said.
The boys gripped the handles on the bikes before going full speed on their bikes. Once the boys had reached her Richie made a sharp turn on his bike. When he did he stopped in front of Y/N causing her to stop walking.
She was about to turn and walk the other way when Eddie came from behind and blocked her as well. Then Stan and Bill blocked her left and right side. Y/N was trapped, their bikes formed a perfect square. Which didn’t allow her to move at all.
“What do you guys want?” Y/N said bitterly seeing as she had no way out. “We know why you’ve been so distant with us.” Stan said sadly.
“Then I guess I was right.” Y/N sighed.
“What? No.” Eddie shook his head.
“Y/N, Beverly isn’t replacing you.” Stan reassured.
“You’re our best girl.” Richie winked causing Y/N to chuckle.
“And n-no one c-can ever replace you.” Bill smiled.
“Just please don’t ever do that again we all love you.” Stan put the kickstand on his bike and stood up.
“Yeah if you ever feel left out or something just tell us. The last thing we ever want is for you to feel like you don’t belong because you do.” Richie stated.
“Thanks guys I love you all.” You smiled as Bill, Richie and Eddie let their bikes fall to the ground.
“And we love you.” Bill replied.
“Very much.” Eddie added on.
“Now let’s give her her punishment my good fellows. Squish this woman to death.” Richie said in a British accent.
The boys pulled Y/N into a tight group hug. She didn’t mind the hug, she loved them. But at the moment they were squeezing the air out of her lugs.
“I love your hugs guys but I can’t breathe, either way I deserve it for ignoring you all.” She giggled.
trimberly prompt: “seven minutes in heaven” (2.7k)
Kimberly is the first over the lip
of the chasm, collapsing to the ground once she reaches the top, coarse gravel
digging uncomfortably into her shoulder blades. She considers moving, but only
manages to lift her head instead, biting back a groan, watching as Jason climbs
out of the ravine, close behind. He splays on the quarry ground next to her,
reaching out to pinch weakly at her arm.
“Maybe it’s time we invest in a
rope,” he says, “or like a really long ladder.”
Trini is the next up, and she greets
them with a glare, tossing a handful of gravel halfheartedly in their
“Who made you the leader again?”
Zach hauls himself over the edge,
reaching back to pull Billy up behind him. “I think that was the giant
disembodied head,” he says. “If I remember correctly.”
Kimberly laughs and Jason mimes a
frown, swatting his hand vaguely in Zach’s direction. “It’s not my fault I have
the coolest color.”
Trini scoffs. “As if.”
“Yeah,” Kimberly says, snapping at
the elastic of her pink sports bra, the hem visible under her low-scooped tank,
“that would be me.”
If the motion draw Trini’s eyes,
Kimberly doesn’t notice.
Requested: Can you do a losers club x reader but the readers really popular and doesn’t really hang out with the losers club, but sees Henry bullying them and just fucking decks him, ily
Characters: Reader, Bowers Gang, The Losers Club.
A/N: I feel like this is really short and kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoy this!! I love badass readers honestly.
It was the last day of school. Well, technically, summer had already started. You could be seen walking down the halls of the school, clutching the handle of your bookbag. You held your head high and stood up to anyone, but was still one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet.
Maybe that is why you are so popular. You mainly associated with the ‘cool’ or ‘popular’ kids but was nowhere near as cruel or rude as them. Smiling, you waved as fellow students said goodbye to you.
Once you had exited the school doors, you spotted the two most infamous groups of the whole school. The Losers Club and the Bowers Gang. You made sure to be out of everyone’s way, but stood in your place and watched closely, watching as the Bowers Gang tortured the poor group of boys-The Losers Club. You furrowed your brows, before sighing. Watching as Henry gave one last remark and wiped his saliva covered hand on Bill Denbrough’s cheek, you began walking toward them. Henry took notice of this, too.
“Hey, look who it is!” Henry spoke with a smirk. You stared Henry down as you continued to walk toward them. You only stayed quiet. Yes, on some days you hung out with Henry, but you didn’t necessarily like, or maybe even understand, his need to torture people. “Our favorite girl. You’re only popular because you’re a whore, y’know that right? Maybe you’ll fit right in with these losers,” Henry spoke, shoving Eddie towards you. You held your hand out as he fell backward, into you.
“Yeah?” You spoke, lifting a brow. You smiled at him, as kind as possible. You handed over your bookbag to one of the boys, not paying attention to which one. “What the hell? She’s keeping her st-” You heard Richie begin with his loud voice, but he was quickly interrupted when the sound of cracking bone could be heard and the sight of your fist against Henry Bowers nose could be seen.
“Holy shit!” Was all you heard from every single one of the boys. It seemed to almost be in slow motion, but once you finished your blow, you put your now bleeding fist into your other hand. “I’d rather hang out with these losers than with you and your gang of rats.”
Henry, who had fallen on the ground, got up quickly with struggle. He held his hand to his bleeding nose and looked as if he was trying not to cry. “You’re a bitch, (y/n) (y/l/n). I’ll get back at you-” He spits out angrily, before being pulled away by the rest of his gang.
“Alright,” you nodded, shrugging only barely to show you didn’t care. You turned to the boys behind you, smiling that same smile you did to everyone else. “If he messes with you guys again, please come to me. I’m not scary, I promise. I’m easy to talk to.” All of the boys seemed completely dumbfounded and could only nod. You pat Bill’s shoulder softly and walked over to Stan, once you saw he was the one you handed your bag to. “Thank you for holding this,” you spoke kindly, grabbing your bag as you now walked away.