I've Been Waiting For This One.... TURN IT UP

I've been waiting for this one.... TURN IT UP

….. coming FEB 20, 2022

To my friends seeing Greta tomorrow, what time are you guys getting to the venue?

AHHHHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING

It's so fucking close what the hell?

My Gretallica concert is 10 DAYS AWAYYYY that means it’s almost time to meet @joshsnostrils 😭❤️

I think I've official converted to a jake girl...

Officially changed my tumblr over 🥺🤧

I won't be deleting anything from before, & I'll still probably post things about gvf too, but it's time for my ✨new era ✨ and that my friends is Stray Kids :,)

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✧ summary — the reader is new to all things sexual, so her best friend elliot decides to help her out with that.

✧ pairings — best friend!elliot x fem!reader

✧ warnings — drugs,snorting coke,mentions of blood,gross nate,beating someone with skateboard,elliot being daddy, that’s it

✧ authors note — no words. this chap is shitty imo but whatever. it’s out guyssssss!! no smut in this chap tho :(

✧ Chapters — 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

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The wind blew in your face, holding back any restraint as an almost horrifying glare of fury covered your features. You were beyond pissed, though. Nate had practically made it known that the two of you hooked up last night, and then proceeded to post a picture of you that you hadn’t even known was taken. You were out for not revenge, but murder. The wheel of your skateboard screeched as you slid past the students, pedaling faster as you entered the indoor building of your high school.

You almost hit someone, but they quickly caught on—jumping out of the way, “Hey! Why the fuck are you riding inside—“

You didn’t stay to listen, continuing down as the shouts and curses of the students flew past you. Your anger had overpowered everything, sweater falling past your hands as your eyes strayed away from in front of you for a second. Gulping quickly, time slowed down as Elliot’s head turned to look for the source of the wheels rolling down the tile, his jaw clenching when he spotted you. He lifted himself off the wall he was leaning on, brows snapping together at the sight of you.

Snapping your head back forward, a frown tightened on your expression as you spotted Nate Jacobs. He was at his locker, grabbing some books, oblivious to you rolling up from behind him. His broad back muscles flexed as you suddenly stopped, stomping on your board from the end, making it sliding up to your hands before you smashed it against his back. A cry ripped from his throat as his knees crashed to the ground, getting ready to hit again as his hands clawed for his back, “You piece of shit. You’re not even human shit, you’re—horse shit. You fuckin’—“

“Are you crazy?” Nate shouted with round eyes, dodging the second swing. He rolled to the side before standing up, a crowd of students beginning to crowd around you as he shoved you into the wall. You let out a hmph! as your board fell onto the ground, out of your hands, fear flashing through you as he towered down at you. With gritted teeth, his hand flew to your throat, gasps sounding from the students as his arm began to ripple with veins. Your hand flew to his wrist, coughing as your airways cut off. Your feet began lift off the floor as his eyes turned darker, “You fuckin’ bitch. You’re the one that wanted to fuck—then you blue balled me. You would’ve love this fat coc—ugh!”

Your leg rose upwards, kicking his nuts, making him hiss before dropping you. You went to knee him in the face, shouting in anger at the fact he had just choked you, but felt a pair of arms wrap around you, “Y/N, calm down,” Elliot’s voice whispered in your ears, holding you back as you kicked and screamed, trying to escape his grip. Nate laughed as you cried out curses at him, ignoring Elliot’s attempts to call you down, “I hate you! I fucking hate you,” you laughed bitterly as you felt Elliot drag you away, trying to find an empty class room. Nate clenched his jaw as your eyes widened.

“Yeah, that’s why your daddy likes to fuck little kids—“

“Stop it,” Elliot shoved you inside an empty class, slamming the door shut behind him. His brows drew together as you paced back and forth, anxiety running through you in waves, Elliot shaking his head at you, “You’re going to get yourself suspended, Y/N. Over someone like him? Gotta be fucking kidding me,” he lectured you, a certain undertone in his speech.

He wiped his nose, sniffling, “I mean, I don’t know why you would even fuck an asshole like him.”

Your tone was clipped, pursing your lips, “I did not fuck him, Elliot. Have you fucked so much girls that you lost track of the fact that I’m a virgin?” You spat out at him, his jaw clenching at the mention of him sleeping with other people. You placed your hands onto your hips, “It takes a lot for me to give myself to someone, especially something like that.”

You heard him scoff, looking up from the ground to catch him laughing humorously. An icy look formed on his features as he rose a brow at you, “Yeah—like it took sooo much for you to open your legs to Jacobs. What? You wanted me to take your fingering cherry so that the rest of the block could do it too?” His words were extremely harsh, his tone raising as he shrugged his shoulders in a sarcastic smile, “Or—how about I fuck you right now so that you could go fuck whoever you want without the fact that your a virgin stopping you. Hm?”

His words sunk in.

You looked at him with wide eyes, shooting him an empty look as your chin trembled. You twisted your mouth to the side, “You lost me. Don’t ever try talking to me again,” you panted, going up to him and slapping his chest. The tears broke free, balling your fists into your sweater and hitting him over and over again as you sobbed, “I hate you. I hate him—I hate you—I didn’t—!”

He caught your wrists, holding them as you completely broke down in front of him. Your breathing halted as his arms froze for a second, before wrapping them around you—creating a comforting warmth as you dug your head into his chest. You just wanted him to like you. Why couldn’t he like you? It felt like someone was constantly grabbing your gut, pulling it over and over again. The feeling to throw up happened frequently, becoming too hard to even eat properly. You laid awake at night, missing how he looked down at you, calling you his pretty girl. His princess. It tore you to pieces when you knew he wouldn’t ever want you like that, even if you confessed to him.

You just weren’t Jules.

You weren’t unique. You had the same pair of jeans that were five sizes to big for you for five years from the boys section in ross. Your teeth were a little crooked, makeup only consisted of concealer to hide your pimples, and had the most boring outfits known to man. You were nothing compared to any of the girls here, especially Jules. And for that reason, you cried harder against him, your fingers grasping for his black hoodie that he had his cologne sprayed all over to mask the scent of his joints.

When you calmed down, you noticed Elliot didn’t try to comfort you. He wasn’t really good at it. Affection wasn’t his thing, unless it was sexual. He didn’t ever really hug for this long, which is why he was confused on what to do most likely. But your lips slightly turned upwards, when you felt his hand softly pat your head, him sighing from above you.

“Such a cry baby,” he teased with a raspy voice, making you let out a small light laugh. You pulled away from his chest, your arms falling back to your sides, wiping under your eyes. His eyes trailed down your face, puffy and pink lips slightly dropping open, blinking up at him as you sniffled, “I’m sorry.”

He swallowed, “It’s cool. I don’t mind being your crying tree to hold onto.”

His words came out as a joke, but his voice was low and alluring. Your eyes flashed down to his lips, where they looked so fucking tempting, the sadness within you being replaced by butterflies. He didn’t move an inch, standing almost completely stiff, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes half-lidded. The air between your two figures became thick, almost like magnets, your chests growing closer and closer.

You didn’t want to stop the lessons. You knew that you were going to get hurt in the end, but you could not stop thinking about him. Every night, he was the last thought in your mind, and the first when you woke up. It was obvious he didn’t like you as much as you liked him—but it didn’t matter. As long as he wanted you even for a few seconds, even if it had to be sexual only, you needed his affection. You needed him. You couldn’t focus on anything without knowing you two were going to be okay.

Your voice cracked, “I don’t wanna stop the lessons.”

It appeared his throat went dry, because he gulped before looking down at your lips, “You sure?”

You nodded quickly before closing the gap between you two, grabbing his face in your hands. You pressed yourself against him, as he dropped his hands onto your waist—running up and down your maroon sweater that was so long it reached your knees. His lips sucked at your bottom one, one of his hands wrapping around to the back of your neck, pushing more of you onto his lips.

He mumbled against you, “I can’t give you everything you want—are you sure?” He suddenly pulled away, looking down at you with wide eyes and raised brows; tensing his forehead. You knew what he meant. He couldn’t give you a relationship, only physical pleasure. He didn’t do girlfriends. But you didn’t care. You would worry about that later, but right now, all you wanted was to kiss him. You nodded, “Uh huh. I know.”

His voice was suggestive. “Just friends?”

You nodded quickly before smashing your lips against his again, pulling his hoodie against your chest as your voice was muffled by him.

“Just friends.”

Wearing a tight black tank top, with a baggy zip up jacket falling off your shoulders—your low waisted baggy black jeans dragged at the bottom of your shoes. You giggled as Lexi complimented how cute you look, not used to seeing this much skin from you, even though it was just your shoulders. You thanked her before running a hand through your hair, Rue throwing an arm around you as the three of you walked inside the party. It was supposed to be a winter break celebration get together, meeting the rest of your friends there. The house was already littered with trash decorating the floor, colorful lights swabbing the halls, groups of both drunk and people high off their asses swaying to the chill r&b music playing from the speakers.

The three of you pushed passed tons of sweaty bodies, nose scrunching up as the fumes of alcohol swept up your nostrils. Following Lexi into the kitchen, Rue split up with you to go find Jules—of course. You grabbed a beer, not wanting any fancy alcohol, while Lexi chose a water from the fridge. Of course. You cracked open your can before taking a sip, leaning against the counter, “You really know how to party, Lex. Cheers.”

She laughed, hitting her bottle with your beer can, before both of you took a sip in unison. Smiling at her, she giggled as a specific brunette came into view. Your smile widened when your eyes landed on Kat, who looked fucking amazing. Her waist was wrapped around by a black corset, leather shorts riding up her curvaceous thighs, pale skin matching perfect with her red nails. You almost drooled over the sight, feeling your tummy tingle when she looked at you. You might’ve just turned bisexual. Licking your lips, you missed what she said, and rose your brows, “Sorry, what?”

She laughed, obviously already a little tipsy. Her words were slurred as she grabbed your wrist, “I said—come dance with me. I love this song,” she encouraged, already pulling you to the dance floor without waiting for an answer. Your back leaned against hers as you moved your hips to the beat, letting the beat of the song control your movements.

You held your hair up as you ran your fingertips up and down your body, the affects of the alcohol beginning to tip the sensible side of your brain. You swirled your hips in circles before taking another sip, smacking Kat’s ass before bending her over and pretending to fuck her. You both laughed your asses off as she rose back up straight, continuing to dance beside you.

Your eyes flew over somewhere random, not expecting for someone to be staring at you back at you. Your throat went dry when you spotted Nate, leaning his back against the walls, arms folded over his chest as he stared. His expression was blank. Upper lip curled, his dark eyes held nothing within them. It was an empty stare, but it did give you the heeby jeebies. Your dancing slowly stopped before he tilted his head, sending you an icy glare, which could’ve killed you to be honest.

Slightly sweaty, you brushed your hair out of your face and went next to Kat’s ear, shouting over the blaring music, “I’m gonna get more beer.”

She nodded, continuing to dance by herself, making you chuckle before returning back to the kitchen. Lexi had vanished. Hm. You wondered where she went, fanning yourself as the temperature in the house began to get higher. A thin sheet of sweat had made its way across your forehead, causing you to wipe it away, while grabbing another beer can. Your eyes flew over to the dance floor, and in the corner, Nate was still staring at you. Chills ran down your spine as the red light landed on half his face, the other appearing to be a dark shadow.

You spun around, squeezing through a few people, trying to find your friends. Your breathing began to quicken as you climbed up the stairs, holding onto the rail as your sneakers pounded against the wooden steps. Your eyes frantically searched for a room, and without a thought, pushed open the first door in sight. You gasped when you saw Elliot, hunched over, snorting a line off the desk in the bedroom. Rue was standing beside him, eyes hooded and cloudy, sending you a smile at the doorway, “Whaddup, broski. Would you like a refreshment of coke?”

Your eyes flickered to Elliot, who quickly stood up, sniffling hard before shoving his hands into his pockets. Your lips fell open as he gulped, not knowing he did hard drugs. His eyes were also very foggy, but his eyes kept dodging yours, minimal eye contact being given from him. Had he been ashamed? Your brows crinkled as you stepped closer to them, glancing back over at the coke.

“You do coke?” You asked the two of them, squinting, “I didn’t know—“

Rue shoved you, “Come on. It’s a party. Liven up, please,” she sighed before bending down again, sniffing up another line before tossing her head back. Your eyes lit up at the way she grinned brightly, laughing at absolutely nothing as her curls were pushed away from her forehead by herself. She twitched before looking back down at you, gesturing to it with a hazy smile, “Go on. I like sharing.”

Your eyes flipped between Rue and Elliot. He quickly interrupted her, shaking his head, “She’s not doing them.”

At his words, your brows drew together.

“Why not?”

His eyes thinned.

“Because I said so, bro.”

You looked over at Rue, who rolled her eyes, “She’s not your girl. She can do what she wants,” she huffed, blinking slowly before pushing him aside. He didn’t say anything, watching with an irritated look, as she nodded her head towards you, “Go ahead. Don’t let this dipshit stop you—“

“What the fuck, Rue, dude? You seriously want her to get hooked—“

Tossing your hair to the side, you breathed through your nose harshly, sucking up the rest of the white powder. The inner walls of your left nostril burned, the dust dissipating in your sinus, before knocking your head back up. As soon as you did do, you didn’t feel anything for a moment, until the whiplash from looking up made your world spin. Colors began to land on your tongue, a sudden silence filling the world, as everything faded significantly to a darker shade. Rue’s voice was distorted as her laughs echoed, Elliot staring at you with round eyes. There was almost two of him, making you frown, as you took a step back.

The ground began to shake beneath you. This wasn’t coke.

“Guys,” you slurred, your voice cracking, “This—isn’t coke.”

“It’s methamphetamine,” Rue added matter of factly, holding up her finger, “Did I say it was coke? My bad. I’m bad with drugs.”

Running your hands through your hair, you turned around, your feet dragging you out the room. It was like you were the only person in the world. The rest of it vanished, the walls turning sideways as you crawled over the surface. Smiling from ear to ear, you giggled as you were pushing past people in reality—finding the bathroom. Yeah, you were looking for the bathroom. Your eyes felt heavy, almost like something was weighing them down, hearing distorted calls of your name. Ignoring them, you dived further into the sea of people, before feeling someone wrap their hand around your wrist.

Next thing you knew, you were being dragged out the house, Elliot having blood all over his clothes. Your eyes widened when you saw red smeared across his nose, his lip busted open, a furious look on his features. There was a hole ripped into the top of his grey t-shirt, cuts littered across his knuckles, which had a bruising grip on your arm. Your feet almost tripped before he tossed you into the passenger’s seat of his car, whispering a quick fuck before rolling his eyes and slamming the door.

Without a word, he climbed into the drivers’ seat.

What the fuck just happened?

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