Dustin enlists Steve Harrington to protect his older sister from the douche bags of Hawkins High. It turned out much, much differently then he was expecting.
Rating: PG-13, a bit steamy but no smut.
Pairing: Stever Harrington x Reader, Dustin Henderson x Sister!Reader
A/N: Now excepting Stranger Things requests!
You were Dustin’s older sister, and though the young boy would never admit it, he looked up to you more than anyone. Aside from Steve Harrington maybe.
More than anything Dustin wished he could protect you against the assholes of Hawkins high. But much to his dismay, he was only a middle schooler, a short one at that.
So he enlisted the help of his newfound friend, Steve Harrington. He specifically told Steve to watch out for you at school. And that if anything ever, and he meant ever, happened to you, Dustin would beat the shit out of Steve with his own nail covered baseball bat. And he would like every second of it.
Never had Steve taken a threat from Dustin so seriously in his life. It did help that you were drop dead gorgeous, and he’d been searching for an excuse to talk to you since he broke up with Nancy.
And he finally had it. Your little brother would kill him if he didn’t.
That was exactly how you ended up making out with Steve in the back of his car in your driveway. Minus a few steps of course.
Apparently Steve’s idea of “looking out for you” was seducing you. And it worked, because there you were, in the back seat of his car, out of breath as Steve left cherry colored marks down your neck, grinning proudly everytime you let out a soft moan.
Your head was thrown back against the seat, back arched into Steve as he sucked a new mark into your soft skin.
Your fingers were threaded through his thick hair, tugging everytime he did something that you especially liked.
You were knocked out of your lust induced trance by a loud bang on the back window of the car. Steve’s head snapped up, and you swore you could see the blood drain from his face, even in the dark of the night.
“Shit.” He hissed, pulling his red tshirt back over his head. You honestly couldn’t even remember ever discarding the piece of clothing.
“You’re so fucking dead Harrington!” You heard Dustin yell from outside the car, shaking the door handles in an attempt to get in. You had never been more glad that Steve decided to lock the doors.
The last thing you needed was your brother seeing you flustered and shirtless after a wild hour or so at the mercy of his new found mentor and friend.
Steve stepped out of the car with a bright blush on his pale cheeks, hiding your half naked form from the wide eyes of Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike.
You quickly pulled on a hoodie of Steve’s that was discarded on the floor of the car and stepped out beside him, smiling sheepishly at your glaring brother.
“What the hell is this? I told you to protect her, Harrington. Not screw her in my driveway!” Dustin yelled, pointing at the red faced boy.
“And you.” He sneered, pointing in your direction. “I can’t believe you’d prostitute yourself to this manwhore.”
You gasped at his words. “He-he’s not a manwhore. And I’m not ‘prostituting’ myself you idiot. He didn’t pay me to makeout with him. I did that all on my own.”
Steve smirked at your statement, placing his hand on the small of your back. Ever since he’d gotten to know you, his affections had grown even stronger.
Steve guessed he had Dustin to thank for your new found relationship if tou cohld even call it that.
“Hey, hey, hey. I like your sister dude. That’s all there is to it. No manwhoring, no prostitution, just a crush.” Steve defended himself, bringing you closer into his side.
“I wouldn’t call fogging up the windows of your car in my driveway a little crush.” Dustin muttered under his breath.
“You have a crush on me?” You question teasingly, poking Steve in his stomach lightly.
“I’d be crazy not to.” He grinned, pulling you in for a light kiss.
“I’m still standing right here! Could you please try not to mount my sister while I’m in the vacinity. Thanks.”
‘ my kink is getting some fuckin sleep. ’ ‘ omg here goes your lil crybaby ass. ’ ‘ the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up. ’ ‘ don’t start buddy. don’t you dare. ’ ‘ gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right. ’ ‘ not to vent, but: fuck. ’ ‘ the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to. ’ ‘ i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot. ’ ‘ sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again. ’ ‘ shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot. ’ ‘ it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed. ’ ‘ i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out. ’ ‘ i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle. ’ ‘ i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water. ’ ‘ i don’t have enough black clothes. ’ ‘ sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired. ’ ‘ i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me. ’ ‘ me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly. ’ ‘ i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous. ’ ‘ the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed. ’ ‘ i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired. ’ ‘ i always look sleep deprived. is that hot? ’ ‘ just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough. ’ ‘ my heart is a soft and sensitive mess. ’ ‘ all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities. ’ ‘ honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring. ’ ‘ hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection. ’ ‘ now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab. ’ ‘ i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old. ’ ‘ my new years resolution is to stop. ’ ‘ i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way. ’ ‘ i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened. ’ ‘ i know i’m cute, but you can remind me. ’ ‘ hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me???? ’ ‘ i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever. ’ ‘ me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me. ’ ‘ girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor? ’ ‘ anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact. ’ ‘ today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss. ’ ‘ going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds. ’ ‘ everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed. ’ ‘ i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated. ’ ‘ hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes? ’ ‘ i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like ’ ‘ i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible. ’ ‘ remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED. ’ ‘ why did we just accept catdog? ’ ‘ my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong. ’ ‘ you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable. ’ ‘ i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything! ’ ‘ i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on. ’ ‘ honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin. ’ ‘ would an alien think i’m pretty? ’ ‘ i love boys, but only as a concept. ’ ‘ why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here???? ’ ‘ i identify as an inconvenience to the world. ’ ‘ i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao ’ ‘ dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap. ’ ‘ i’m literally tired of myself. ’ ‘ don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol ’ ‘ what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword. ’ ‘ i highly recommend never having feelings. ’ ‘ self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens. ’ ‘ staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling ’ ‘ do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends? ’ ‘ um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me? ’ ‘ date a girl who fucks everything up. ’ ‘ not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost. ’ ‘ i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing. ’ ‘ a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot. ’ ‘ you can start again anytime! ’ ‘ all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past. ’ ‘ i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much. ’ ‘ you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep? ’ ‘ i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway. ’ ‘ tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again. ’ ‘ first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down. ’ ‘ i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life. ’ ‘ i’m tired of things costing money. ’ ‘ don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh? ’ ‘ who cares? do better, move on. ’ ‘ i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income. ’ ‘ appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb. ’ ‘ thnks fr th mntl llnss. ’ ‘ what hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive. ’ ‘ i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here. ’ ‘ binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant. ’ ‘ i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell. ’ ‘ this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes. ’ ‘ i’m alive, but only ironically. ’ ‘ there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me. ’ ‘ do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo? ’ ‘ lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat. ’ ‘ my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’ ’ ‘ i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer! ’ ‘ i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me? ’ ‘ you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly. ’ ‘ you son of a mumford! ’ ‘ hi, i’m here to ruin everything. ’ ‘ you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead. ’ ‘ the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him. ’ ‘ everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho ’ ‘ no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men. ’ ‘ i need $$$$$ not feelings. ’ ‘ ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again. ’ ‘ oops, i don’t care lol ’ ‘ why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth. ’ ‘ maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this, ’ ‘ i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering. ’ ‘ concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content. ’ ‘ i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half. ’ ‘ pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars. ’ ‘ life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho. ’ ‘ i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over? ’ ‘ we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. ’ ‘ we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself. ’ ‘ whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong. ’ ‘ new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter. ’
Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.
P.S. This a soulmate AU.
I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!
Steve stared at the disappearing figure of your father’s car, sighing heavily in thought. He hesitated in chasing after you, debating whether that really was the right decision. It almost seemed as if you didn’t want him to help you, but then Steve remembered the fear in your eyes when you’d screamed out in terror. He had you in his arms, you were safe and then suddenly you were just gone.
Steve had you- and in that one short moment he’d actually seen you smile. And then it just vanished.
You were afraid, Steve knew, and that’s why you pushed him away. The unknown- you didn’t know what would happen to you or him if Steve fought your father or had said something, so you’d pushed him away just like he’d seen you push everyone else away these past few days. Steve may have only known you for a short amount of time but that afternoon he felt as if he learned so much about you. The vulnerability in your eyes had broke his heart, your severe lack of confidence had rendered him speechless.
Steve didn’t know if the abuse had been happening your whole life or more recently, but none of it mattered. What your father has done to you has turned you into nothing, something to be used and abused. And Steve knew that you were more than that- everyone was more than that. You needed help, needed someone to guide you into the light and show you what love and care looked like.
And Steve wasn’t willing to let you suffer. Damn what would happen to him- damn if you hated him forever. Your father had seemed angry, angrier than Steve’d ever seen anyone else, and he wasn’t willing to let that pathetic excuse for a man lay one more hand on you.
Making his decision, he begun running towards his car. Steve wasted no time in opening his door, practically falling into the drivers seat and turning on the engine. He sped out of his parking spot, rushing to reach your house. You’d gotten a head start but he was determined to reach you before anything bad happen.
It wasn’t a long drive but to Steve it felt like forever, until finally he turned down the street of your house. You’d probably been home for a good ten to twenty minutes already and Steve felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest in fear of what your father had already managed to do to you. Once parked on the side of the road, Steve practically swung open his door and stepped out. He took quick steps and practically ran up the stairs to your porch, reaching your front door in seconds.
Steve could hear, even from his car, yelling from your father and soft cries that he could only assume came from you. He felt anger spike at his heart and his chest tighten in disgust at the man who pretended to be your father. Luckily for Steve, your father had left open the door and practically slamming it open, Steve stepped into the house.
It didn’t take him long to find you, and as he did your father swung his fist down directly smacking you in the face. You cried out in pain and Steve felt is eyes widen in surprise, before a sudden shock of pain ran through him. He gripped the same place your father had hit you, only on his own face in pain and let out a groan. Steve wondered why that one time it’d hurt, when none of the bruises that your father had inflicted on you had never hurt him.
But none of that mattered because the moment Steve recovered, he found both yours and your father’s eyes on him. He met yours, hating the pain behind them as you cried desperately. Though it almost seemed as if you were relieved at the sight of Steve, and Steve felt his soft eyes spike in anger as they met your fathers.
You groaned out in pain as your father practically kicked you into the house, falling to the ground with a loud thud. You spun around quickly, knowing your father was just behind you and watched with desperate eyes as he closed the door. The lights weren’t on in the house and you watched with despair as the door was shut and whatever light you had disappeared before your very own eyes. The dark had always scared you, but your fear of it had only grown when the abuse had started. “Father, please-”
“You whore!” Your father belted out, leaning over your body. You cried out in fear, crawling back as fast as you could. “Get up!” Knowing better than to delay, you rushed up so you were on your feet and held your head high as your father gripped you with a bruising force. “What were you doing with that boy?” Your father asked and you shook your head, about to explain. But before you could answer, he spoke; “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”
He tightened his grip and you let out a groan as your jaw ached in pain. “Forty minutes late- forty minutes spent with that boy. Steve was it? Do you take me for a fool?”
“No,” you sobbed, shaking your head as best at you could. “No, please, father I didn’t mean to-”
“I don’t care!” Your father interrupted, roughly shoving your head away. You struggled to stay balanced, feeling your knees grow weak beneath you and your whole body shake. You felt like you might pass out, your ears ringing from the volume your father was speaking at. You should’ve stayed with Steve- you should’ve…
What did you do to deserve this?
“Dad please!” You haven’t called your father ‘dad’ in so long, the last time you had he’d beat you for not showing him enough respect. But you were so desperate to have your dad back, to have the father you once had- you’d try anything. “I’m sorry.” You cried out, feeling every bit of defiance leave you and all hope disappear. You just wanted your dad back.
“I’m not your dad.” Your father spat, his voice this time much more quiet. Your eyes widened upon his words and meeting his eyes, you tried to see through the blur of your tears. What did he mean?
Your father took a step forward and you flinched when his hand reached out towards you. “And you’re certainly not my daughter.” His hand moved towards your neck, grabbing ahold of the necklace you so dearly cared for. It felt like your heart stopped as he gripped it and time slowed down as you cried out, begging him not to touch it. “And you certainly aren’t hers.” Then before you knew it, the necklace was ripped from your neck, falling to the ground pathetically.
Time slowed as you watched it hit the ground. Falling to your knees, you grabbed the ruined necklace with shaky hands, not quite believing what had just happened.
“You killed her.”
You missed the door open and Steve step through as your father roughly grabbed the necklace and chucked it across the room. Then before you knew it there was a sharp pain radiating through your cheek and you were falling back, crying out in pain. It wasn’t until you heard a manlier cry, one that wasn’t your fathers, did you noticed Steve. And glancing up at him, you met his eyes with tears in your own.
Steve had come to help you-
Then his eyes left yours.
“You son of a bitch!” Steve bellowed out and took a step before you.
“You’re the boy who’s been-” Your father never got to finish his sentence before Steve punched him across the face so hard he stumbled back in surprise. It just so happened that as he stumbled back, he tripped over his own two feet in dizziness and fell to the ground. You watched with wide eyes, the tears seizing as he fell and his eyes closed in shock.
Then there was a hand gripping your arm, pulling you up. “Come on.” Steve’s soft voice filled your ears. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve got you- i’m not gonna let him hurt you anymore.” He pulled you up to your feet and begun leading you out the door. You didn’t fight him, your eyes staying glued to your fathers before you were suddenly outside and entering Steve’s car.
He set you in the passenger’s seat gently, buckling you up himself before making his way around to his own seat. The moment Steve sat in his car, he turned to you as your eyes stayed glued before you. Steve watched you, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did, and eventually you turned to meet his eyes.
“He was going to kill me.” You whispered, meeting Steve’s eye and Steve shook his head. What you said was true, he just didn’t know how to respond. “My father- my dad wanted to kill me.”
“It’ll be okay.” Steve reassured and you shook your head.
“I’m taking you to the police.” Steve answered. “I’m taking you to the chief.”
In lieu of actual novel productivity, I decided to update the Harry Potter Dial Tone AU series I ended up writing from the gifset.
Thank you to everyone who has liked and commented on Dial Tone, and blew my feed up asking for more Cursed Child AU stuff. I may make these into small drabble things whenever the mood takes me. It’s fun to dabble in flash fiction again :)
I’ll get round to uploading the Cursed Child AU stuff to Ao3 too. But in the meantime enjoy some Duddley daughter happy feels.
“And you’ve got your wand,” Dudley asks again, for the umpteenth time since they left the house this morning. He wishes Kelly was here, but the relief work in Nepal is ongoing and he knows it’s selfish to think he needs her here more. They’d at least managed a grainy Skype call on Dudley’s beat up old laptop the night before, but he knew it wasn’t the same. “And your hat?”
“Yes, Dad.” Effie says, already nose deep in one of her new books. She’s got new glasses on too, sleek silver rimmed ones you’d never find on the NHS, but then Granny Petunia had insisted on paying the cost. “Did you know the ceiling in the Great Hall is spelled to look like the outside sky?”
“No, I didn’t” Dudley replies, grip tightening on the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He feels like he doesn’t know anything anymore. Maths homework he could deal with, even spelling had been manageable thanks to his own mother’s zeal for correctness when it came to the written word. But all of this was beyond him, it would always be beyond him. He doesn’t like it, but he has to deal with it, so he loosens his grip, flexing his fingers as they make the turn around the roundabout that will lead them toward London. “Tell me something more.”
things that are acceptable (A.K.A compliments):
- you look really pretty today
- your outfit is nice.
- you have a beautiful smile
- I love your eyes
- anything non-sexual to someone you literally just met or are yelling at from a car
things that are not acceptable (A.K.A street harassment):
- NICE TITS
- SHOW ME THAT PUSSY
- I KNOW SOMETHING YOU CAN WRAP THOSE LIPS AROUND
- LOOK AT THAT FAT ASS
- anything sexual to someone you literally just met or are yelling at from a car
some people don’t mind.
some people do.
so be careful who you shout at.
(or just don’t do it at all!)
my name is DEADNAME and
i hear it resonate through my dysphoria i recoil from my body i desperately want to hold a match stick up to my birth certificate and watch every letter blacken into ash, when i grow up to be a tombstone i want you to burn me too ignite all the dresses i wore to church
my name is WOMAN and
no matter how many times i insist that it is not i will be categorized with a quaking punch in my stomach and i will throw up SHE no matter how many times i jam this shirt into a washing machine it will reek of MISS i am cloaked with words of caution to the public in attempts to subdue the truth because if it unraveled i would be myself and myself will shatter minds and destroy virtue because my psyche is a crime scene my humanity is a dangerous opinion and my identity is a car crash it is a siren wailing magenta it wraps around my chest like police tape i wish i could use it to flatten my chest those knuckles feel infinitely more therapeutic than the aftershock of FEMALE i would much rather be bruised and downtrodden and battered and beaten from every centimeter of my body than to submit to the declarations of GIRL i want you to punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please
my name is DELUSIONAL and
i heal paper cuts with bow ties because it’s as close as i can get to a suit when me and my wardrobe are confined within the same nine square feet of wooden floor i still come close to weeping when i get my flu shot but you fill that syringe with testosterone and you could slay me like a beast, skewer that needle through my skin like a katana i will embrace it i will live for the torment, handsome hurts and by god i am a masochist
my name is PUSSYBOY and
i drank too much lemonade at the movie theater so i must make a choice whether to get scolded and renamed PERVERT or to get pummeled until i piss myself and i decide to just hold it until i get home, i look in my desk during a geometry lesson and i discover a sticky note that threatens to turn my body into a dozen breaking news articles and yet another hashtag echoing in empty screens
my name is SNOWFLAKE and
i hope i give you hypothermia, asshole.
my name is YOUNG LADY and
while filling out my passport application i flooded the box with an M beside it with ink and never told my mother and i smiled to myself for the first time that week and i still don’t regret it i will never regret it because no matter how many times i hear edicts of DAUGHTER she can never take that precious M away from me
my name is SINNER and
i am a disgrace to faith a mutant a freak an abomination a monstrosity not a man just a girl who aspires to mutilate herself into an good enough excuse for one i am a shapeshifting sorcerer you see subhuman little do you know i am exactly who i say i am and who i say i am is not for you to decide
my name is
i am just one syllable i am a firecracker mistaken for a gunshot and i will leave cisnormativity riddled with bullets and the pistol’s name will be
MATT, some kid from middle school will run into me on the street and tell me i look familiar did i sit next to them in history class? they can’t quite remember what my name is and i’ll shamelessly revise history and “remind” them, it’s
MATT, a lady at starbucks will ask what to write on my cup and i will say
MATT and i mean, i’ll bet you five dollars she’ll spell it with one T instead of two because c’mon you know how starbucks is but i won’t give a shit it’s good enough, i will scream my revelation from atop my fire escape at four in the morning in triumph MY NAME IS
MATT and someone will yell back from their car HEY
MATT, SHUT THE FUCK UP and i’ll take it as a tribute,
MATT is a
HE sliced his body open and poured ecstasy inside when a cashier called him
SIR that one time at walgreens
HE is yet another piece of proof that the designation received by some fucker in a lab coat doesn’t have to be a prison and you don’t fully understand these boxes we’re crammed in until you break them yourself
HIS individuality is authentic HIS love is authentic HIS reflection in the mirror is authentic and the name of the
MAN in the mirror is
MATT found out that the life expectancy of a transgender person is around thirty-two and you better believe that
MATT will live to be thirty-three and
HE will give a little hope to the kids like him who don’t even think they can fight long enough to wake up to sixteen and
HE will tell everyone who believes his heart has been already beating for too long to GO SUCK A BIG ONE and by god, you better believe that
MATT will live to be thirty-three years old, you better believe that
MATT will make it to thirty-three, you better believe that
HE will make it to thirty-three
you better believe that i will make it to thirty-three
Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love
Word Count: 2,273
A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!