#HASTINGS; SPENCER / vanity.

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Understanding Type 3

An intro to enneagram 3

Tiana (Princess and The Frog) ESTJ 3w4 sp/so 

Core desire: Value and appreciation 

Vice (Deceit): Creating a persona to appeal to others. Will often look for reflections of themselves in the outside world instead of the internal one. 

Fixation (Vanity): They gain a sense of value due to accomplishment and recognition. 

Wings

3w2 (The Enchanter)-With the 2 wing this type will focus more on social aspects than an area of expertise themselves. They are go-getters who love social environments and will thrive in conversations. Will most likely be on the extroverted side. Focused on likability and more people oriented. 

3w4 (The Professional) -With the 4 wing this type will focus more on focusing in an area of expertise more than social aspects. They are more introverted than the 3w2 and will be more focus on their internal world. Unlike the 3w2 who's more bright and out going the 3w4 will be more icy and detached socially. 

Triad-Image Triad (2-3-4)

They will market a personality of being the best at what they are (Not necessarily superficiality and mean spiritedness) whether it is being mysterious or being insanely outgoing. 

Harmonic Triad-Competency Triad (1-3-5)

Will focus on results and getting things done will detach emotionally from situations to have better results. 

Hornevian Groups-Assertive triad (3-7-8)

They will focus on goals and getting what they want. Will focus more on personal productivity (doesn't mind cutting corners unlike 1s) 

Object Relations-Attachment Triad (3-6-9)

They focus on being love and earning love through actions and achievements. Will struggle to create emotional connections. 

Subtypes

Social (so)- The social 3 will focus on prestige and status. They want to be the best at something and they will get it. They are very unlikely to be confused with other types since they don't tend to hide their vanity and goals like other 3s. They put heavy enfaces on the external environment and will be more outgoing than other 3s. They can either focus on social leadership or their own personal agenda. 

 Ex-Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo) ENFJ 3w2 so/sx, Naruto ENFP 3w2 so/sx and Channel Oberlin (Scream Queens) ESTJ 3w4 so/sx.

Sexual (sx)- The sexual 3 will be a more difficult to spot than a social 3. Instead of focusing on external prestige they will focus on internpersonal prestige. They will be looking to be the best companionship of any kind whether its a best friend, parent or partner it's for them to decide. They will be more on the ambiverted side of thing socially. They can be confused for 2 (due to their need to attract others), 7 (can take on a “fun” persona to attract) or 8 (Dominant and seductive in their embrace for others approval). Can be less emotional than the other 3s. 

EX-Amy Dunne (Gone Girl) INFJ 3w2 sx/so, Lestat De Lioncourt (IWTV) ESTP 3w2 sx/so and Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones) ESFJ 3w2 sx/so.

Self Preservation (sp) - the self preservation 3 is this types counter type. They will deny and hide their vanity through hard work. They dont “need” the external validation that the other subtypes need but rather get it through their work. Unlike the other two subtypes this one will be more on the introverted side socially. Wanting to be seen as a good role model makes them look like 1s and 6s. They will often be workaholics who focus on being great at their job. 

EX- Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere all at Once) ESTJ 3w4 sp/so, Princess Carolyn (Bo Jack Horseman) ENTJ 3w2 sp/sx and Spencer Hastings (Pretty Little Liars) ENTJ 3w4 sp/sx 

Movements (Positive and Negative)

Movements to 6 

Positive- Becomes more emotionally intone with others and starts focusing on creating community and good company. No longer focused on the self gain and learns to value emotional vulnerability. 

Negative-Drowned in fear and anxiety becoming hyper dependent on others and becomes passive to decision making. 

Movements to 9 

Positive-Learns to slow down in life and take things without having to speed through them (Go through things instead over them). They no longer have a hyper fixation on their self image. 

Negative- Becomes numb and uninterested with life and detached from any emotional self. They can either become lazy and fall asleep to existence or take a more active role and become ruthless and detached of their environment. 

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     spencer hastings tag drop !

[lethal-liability]

Info Dump Time!

So it has come to my attention that the slasher fandom has recently been introduced to Ice Nine Kills, my favorite band (aside from Rammstein, of course). So if you are really wanting to get into them but have no clue where to start, look no further! As I am about to impart my knowledge onto all of you lovely people!

So Ice Nine Kills is an American Rock band from Boston, Massachusetts (but they like to say they’re from Salem). The band was formed in 2002 by high school friends Spencer Charnas and Jeremy Schwartz, though today the only surviving member of the original band is Spencer.

(more under the cut)

The current members are:

Spencer Charnas - lead vocals (main stage character: Freddy Kruger, Jason Vorhees)

Ricky Armellino - rhythm guitar, co-vocals (the extra screaming voice in most songs lol) (main stage character: Georgie)

Patrick Galante - drums (main stage character: Jigsaw)

Joe Occhiuti - bass, keyboard (Main stage character: Eric Draven)

Dan Sugarman - lead guitar, backing vocals (Main stage character: Leatherface)

Justin “JD” DeBlieck is also technically a current member but he's been on hiatus from the band since Warped Tour 2018. His role in the band has been filled in by Ricky since then.

Their original sound was more ska-punk but have, since their first official album, have changed their sound to metalcore, or as Spencer calls it, theatricore.

Their discography is as follows:

Last Chance To Make Amends - 2006 (not currently on spotify and the only one I haven’t heard)

The Burning - 2007

2 Song Acoustic - 2009

Safe Is Just A Shadow - 2010

The Predator - 2013

The Predator Becomes The Prey - 2014

Every Trick In The Book - 2015

The Silver Scream - 2018

Other notable releases:

They’ve been featured on Punk Goes Pop three times and Punk Goes 90s once. They covered Adele’s Someone Like You on Vol. 5, Maroon 5’s Animals on Vol. 6, Taylor Swift’s I Don’t Want To Live Forever on Vol. 7, and Green Day’s Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) on Punk Goes 90’s Vol. 2 (also, side note, Motionless In White covered Rammstein’s Du Hast on that record and it is *chef kiss* horrible. Awful. Listen to it if you wanna ruin your ears. Chris Motionless does not know a lick of German and it shows)

In 2017 they released a re-recorded version of Safe Is Just A Shadow which I personally prefer over the original because it is a much cleaner record. I also like that it only features Spencer’s vocals which I find sounds much better than the mix of his and former bassist Shane Bisnett’s vocals.

Last year, they released a deluxe version of The Silver Scream which includes the new track Your Number’s Up, a cover of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and acoustic versions of A Grave Mistake, Stabbing In The Dark, SAVAGES, and Thank God It’s Friday (personally I only really like the acoustic of A Grave Mistake)

Their two most recent albums, Every Trick In The Book and The Silver Scream follow a similar format where every song on them follows a similar theme, ETITB being all based on classic novels and TSS being all based on slasher movies (with the exception of Thriller).

The songs and what they’re based on are as follows:

The Nature Of The Beast - Animal Farm by George Orwell

Communion Of The Cursed - The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Bloodbath & Beyond - Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Plot Sickens - Alive: The Story of The Andes Survivors by Piers Paul Read

Star-Crossed Enemies - Romeo And Juliet by William Shakespeare (the analyst in me really loves this song because it implies that Romeo and Juliet knew that they were only characters in a play but died together anyway because they knew they couldn’t escape their fate)

Me, Myself, & Hyde - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Alice - Go Ask Alice by Beatrice Sparks

The People In The Attic - The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank (this song features Spencer doing a very unconvincing German accent which, outside of the context of the song, is very funny)

Tess-Timony - Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

Hell In The Hallways - Carrie by Stephen King

The American Nightmare - A Nightmare On Elm Street

Thank God It’s Friday - Friday The 13th

Stabbing In The Dark - Halloween

SAVAGES - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

The Jig Is Up - Saw

A Grave Mistake - The Crow

Rocking The Boat - Jaws (fun fact! This song features Jeremy Schwartz, the other founding member of the band and the lyrics contain the names of 5 of their 6 albums, excluding The Silver Scream)

Enjoy Your Slay - The Shining (another fun fact! In 2016 they put a vote to their fans to pick what piece of media the song they were working on would be based on, either The Shining or Psycho, I voted for Psycho because they already had a song based on a Stephen King story)

Freak Flag - The Devil’s Rejects

The World In My Hands - Edward Scissor-Hands

Merry Axe-Mas - Silent Night, Deadly Night

Love Bites - An American Werewolf In London

IT Is The End - It (including this one they have 3 songs based on Stephen King stories! His influence, ugh)

Your Number’s Up - Scream

More fun facts!

Aside from INK, Spencer also has a clothing company, Kleaver Klothing, which if they haven’t moved sites again, is at salem666.com

Last Year on their Summer tour they were supposed to play a show at a venue in Orlando, Florida that is on the grounds of Disney World. At the last minute Disney canceled their show because they’re performance was deemed “too violent” for a family park, despite the show already being 18+. In retaliation, the band released a series of limited edition merchandise featuring classic Disney characters as slasher villains, most notably Mickey Mouse as Freddy Kruger. They literally all sold out. I really should have got one when I had the chance

I own more pieces of Ice Nine Kills merch than literally any other piece of media I have ever consumed, including:

3 t shirts

2 tank tops

1 Letterman jacket

1 CD

2 vinyls

1 Kleaver t shirt (that I’m wearing right now)

1 poster

And a red balloon and paper boat from the IT Is The End music video promotion, (the boat is currently serving as a jewelry dish on my vanity)

I’ve seen them twice, Warped Tour 2016 and Warped Tour 2018, both times I met Spencer after the set and despite the whole scary act the band puts on during the shows, he’s very genuine and always really sweet to his fans. Enjoy these fetus pictures of me meeting him at 14 and 16 y/o

The lyric sheet for The Silver Scream is formatted like a spec script with action lines, scene headings, and inter-scene cuts, which screenwriting student me really, really enjoys

I got distracted while writing this because Patrick went live on Instagram, oops. He was setting up his new kit for the show tonight, it looks really cool, they’re painted to look like popcorn buckets

So that’s about it! Thank you for reading and enjoy the music!

[archived-antolcgias]

👀celeste re spencer

ACCEPTING FOR ALL MUSES | SEND IN FOR WHAT THEY’VE SAID

  “ CONNIPTION— though it does seem blase, ”

  “ INDIGNATION? ”

  “ SEETHING might be closer, ”

  “ RAGE. ”

  “ FUROR, ”

  “ HYSTERICS, oh— absolutely ”

“ IF you two are quite done? ”

Left, and right— two faces that accurately mirror her own in the vanity’s reflection. They’re all done up for their respective goals. Irma’s hair rests in a more conservative up-do with blushed out eyes that set for a meet-the-parents relationship staple. Phoebe’s eyes are shadowed in plum smokiness with a cat’s eye in silver jutting out at each end while framed by a faux-beach-messy do.  Celeste focuses on herself in the mirror then. A perfect face set beneath flawless foundation; lightly lined eyes, a hint of a flushing blush on each cheek, and lips as red as loubotin bottoms. 

“ IT’S just dinner. ”

    “ OH, but does she know that? ”

   “ THE got-stood-up plot’s a bit much. Isn’t it? ”

“ NOT if she wants to believe it. ”

   “ AND she does— ”

   “ —DOESN’T she? ”

Black dress, off the shoulder, with a flare crowning pale legs— Irma steps off the bed to sit beside her on the cushioned bench before the three-mirrored vanity, her pale pink number adorned with pearl accents in her accessories. Phoebe sits on the mahogany countertop, tipping lipsticks here and there, with a leather skirt that’s ridding up against the red mesh stockings beneath. White tank top, and a smile that’d kick anyone’s face in.

“ MOM won’t blow up about this. ”

     “ OH, she absolute will. ”

     “ OH, she absolute will. ”

“ GLAD to have your support on this. ”

    “ FOR, five seconds. Then she’ll see the benefits. ”

    “ POTENTIAL for political marriage. Irma’s right. ”

“SKIPPING sixteen steps into the future there, girls.”

   “ UGH, please. Red lips, black dress— ”

   “ DEFINITELY, screams ‘Wife-me’ Hastings.” 

[prettylittleliarsxxxx]

Pretty Little Liars may have ended earlier this summer, but that doesn't mean that fans' adventures in Rosewood need to come to a complete stop anytime soon. After all, there's a PLLspinoff television series in the works, featuring Sasha Pieterse and Janel Parrish, and author Sara Shepard is reportedly hard at work on penning new stories about our favorite Liars — including three e-books completely focused on Alison DiLaurentis.

And that's not the only PLL-related tale that Sara has been working on. She has also created a short story titled It's Not Easy Being "A" — which is exactly what it sounds like: a look inside the mind of the OG villain in the black hoodie, Mona Vanderwaal. The story will be available inside the paperback release of her novel The Amateurs, which is on sale as of today (Tuesday, October 3), along with the second book in The Amateurs series, Follow Me. And if you can't wait to read all about what Mona has to say, you're in luck, because Teen Vogue has an exclusive excerpt right here.

In the short story, Mona takes the reader on a journey down her path to becoming "A," going back as far as the day that Ali disappeared. She explains that once Ali was gone and out of Rosewood, she tried to befriend the other Liars, but was only able to secure Hanna's companionship. Still, she couldn't let go of the way Ali had bullied her all throughout middle school, and she slowly decided to get revenge. "I started to think about Ali's whole posse," Mona explains in the story, adding: "They didn't have a clue what it felt like to be teased the way they'd teased me — and they probably never would. I wanted to give them a little education."

From there, Mona describes the very moment she decided to become "A" — and it's a chilling scene involving Ali's old room, lost memories, and a secret diary. The story itself is the perfect dose of nostalgia for fans who are missing the series, especially the early seasons leading up to Mona's huge reveal. Ahead, check out the excerpt of the short story, and be sure to read the entire thing once you get your hands on a copy of Sara Shepard's The Amateurs.

Excerpt from It's Not Easy Being "A", by Sara Shepard:

I wish I could say I’m humble. The sort of girl who fades into the shadows after pulling off something amazing and says, Oh, you know. We all worked hard. But forget that, people. You don’t get far in life by sharing the spotlight. I’ve been kicked around too much already—life owes me. Nope, I want all the credit. I want to go down in freaking history. And you know what? I think it might just happen.

It’s Friday night, and I’m at the Rosewood Country Club, where the welcome-back masquerade party I’m throwing for my longtime bestie, Hanna Marin, is about to start. It’s a typical Mona Vanderwaal party. You know, where a huge party tent is transformed into a casino swanky enough that supermodels and high rollers would beg to play here. There are faux-marble walls and velvet banquettes. I called in professional card dealers from Atlantic City. A fleet of hot waiters roams about with canapés. I even rigged a Cleopatra-style platform for Hanna to ride in on for her big entrance. Basically, Vanity Fair and Us Weekly should be photographing this thing instead of the lame-ass Main Line society blog . . . and I’m the mastermind behind all of it.

I hear a crackle on my headset. “Okay, Hanna’s in position.” It’s a sophomore loser whose name I can’t remember; I chose her from a list of minions who begged to help out with the party. Little do these girls know they’ll be helping out with a few other details tonight, too. Namely, spying.

“Great,” I say into the microphone. “DJ, let’s get some entrance music for my girl.”

The opening notes of classic hip-hop swell from the DJ booth. The tasseled platform, held aloft by a team of muscled models, parades into the tent. Hanna, her banged-up face concealed with a satin mask, sits atop the thing, waving like a queen. Welcome back, Hanna! reads a banner over the entrance. Before I hung it up, I had everyone at school add personalized messages, cheesy things like We were so worried about you! and So happy you’re okay! Girls Hanna never even spoke to signed that thing like they were her soul sisters—but, hey, when a girl is mowed down by a car in a dark parking lot, everyone’s going to rally around her. Naturally, I added my own message, a long note about how I was so thankful that all that had happened to my bestie in the hit-and-run was a mild case of amnesia. It felt a little disingenuous writing it—because, well, yours truly was the one who was driving the car that fateful night. I had to do it, though. She’d figured out I was A. She knew too much.

Not that Hanna remembers that.

“Woot!” Hanna cries under the mask. Everyone from Rosewood Day cheers. I plaster a fake smile on my face until my cheeks hurt. Enjoy it for now, bitch, I think as the guys bobble Hanna’s platform even higher. Because it’s all going to be over soon. And this time, I’m going to leave you with a lot more than just bruises. Let the party begin!

I'm really not one for sob stories. I don’t want you to pity me. Yes, I, Mona Vanderwaal, used to be a girl I don’t like thinking about anymore, a girl with qualities I’m so far removed from I’m not going to bore you by talking about them. And I just happened to live on the same street as Alison DiLaurentis, one of the cruelest girls I’ve ever met, a girl who took great pleasure in making my life miserable. But whatevs, right?

Others might wallow in this sad past. They might make anti- bullying proclamations on their Facebook pages or start a charity, and they’d definitely slouch through high school as a weird, nichey nerd. But I never wanted to be that girl. When Ali and her little crew—Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, and Aria Montgomery—teased, taunted, laughed, and humiliated me, I might have run away with my tail between my legs, but I was pissed.

I didn’t have anything to do with Ali’s disappearance the very last day of seventh grade. Still, the day the news broke, I shut myself inside my bedroom and stared at myself in the mirror. There was a wide, freaked-out smile on my face. I laughed silently for what felt like hours. The universe had finally listened to me. It was a miracle.

My parents were glued to the TV that whole weekend, horrified that the most magnetic, beautiful girl in all of Rosewood had disappeared from our street. They joined the search parties. They went to charity events in Ali’s honor. But can you guess what I was doing? Crossing my fingers and toes. Throwing coins into fountains. Coming up with every superstitious way to wish for that bitch to be gone for good.

Once eighth grade began, a light switch came on, and all of a sudden, my social life improved. With Ali still missing, I realized I could scoop up one of her adrift friends and start a new clique. That’s right: My first instinct was to befriend those bitches, not to ruin them. What can I say? I idolized them. I wanted to be them. Fun fact: My first choice was Spencer Hastings. We were in the same honors classes together—not that she ever noticed me—and our houses were across from each other. I spent every day staring at the large, stately gates that surrounded the Hastings property. Spencer, in all her preppy, purebred Rosewood-ness, felt right.

But Spencer ignored me same as ever. Guess we don’t always get what we want.

Hanna, the group’s weakest and most insecure, ended up a great second choice, though. Together, she and I got hot. Straightened our hair. Discovered self-tanning. Basically, we became swans. Kids I’d known since kindergarten thought I was a new girl, I looked so different, and with Hanna at my side, I had instant entrée into popularity. You’d think I’d be satisfied with that.

Oh, people. All that glitters . . . well, sometimes it turns green the moment you put it on your finger.

The thing is, even after Hanna and I started sharing sushi bento boxes for lunch and shopping out of each other’s closets, there were still these moments when I’d look over at her and think, I can’t believe you. Let’s face it: Hanna might not have been the one dishing out the insults, but she’d stood there like a tree stump and let Ali tease me again and again and again. She never stuck up for me. She never looked conflicted about what Ali was doing. And you know what? After we became close, Hanna never apologized about it. I kept waiting for this big mushy moment between us...but it never came.

So after years of friendship, I started to get bitter. I started to think about Ali’s whole posse, actually, and what they were up to now that Ali was gone. They didn’t really seem damaged by any of it. They didn’t have a clue what it felt like to be teased the way they’d teased me—and they probably never would.

I wanted to give them a little education.

Cue the DiLaurentis family finally moving out of their house. Cue them dumping all sorts of shit on their curb for the garbagemen. Cue nosy me noticing their garbage, which included framed boy-band posters from Ali’s room, which her family had kept like a shrine for four long years. It might sound sort of perverse, but I really wanted those posters. I wanted something from the girl who made my life hell hanging in my bedroom. As a reminder, maybe. As a weird sort of vision board.

What I found beneath those boy-band posters, of course, was far more valuable: a diary full of dirt on Ali’s best friends. It turned me into a whole new person: A.

Yep. I want credit for that, too.

[defiantcharms]

All right, someone lay it out for me to be clear.

James Potter = James Tucker Andy Black = ? Spencer Hastings =? Emma Vanity =? Lily Evans =?

@vencficas @didnotstrut @ineveryvein

[fandom-obssessed-writer]

Kyle Spencer (requested)

HIii, so I know I’ve been really inactive lately, but I am still alive! This lovely person requested a Kyle Spencer imagine and I am here to fulfill your fangirl needs!

Also it was not specified, but i was feeling the fem! reader!

(a lil triggering for rape:: hope you enjoy!

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“Come one, Y/N! We-- well you haven’t gone to a party in ages and everyone misses you!” Your boyfriend Kyle nagged to you as you combed through your hair. 

You had just gotten out of the shower after a long shift at work, and when you came back, your boyfriend was instantly on you that there was a party going on in three hours that was going to be “the best one yet”. Like they always claimed. But you were tired of parties, because it was dangerous there for any vulnerable person, because anyone could slip you drugs or force you to snort cocaine. Parties were all about peer pressure. And you just wanted to cuddle and watch Disney movies.

You shook your head and slipped your robe off, revealing your undergarments before you walked to your closet. “Kyle I don’t have anything to wear.”  

It was a lie, just recently you had went shopping and you had tons of new outfits to flaunt, but you just didn’t want to go. 

Kyle made a noise and walked over to your side, placing one hand on his hip and the other on your shoulder. “Baby, you have tons of clothes! I mean, look, this is new! Huh? I’ve never seen you wear this before. And it’s super sexy. I know how you’re all about body confidence.” 

You looked at the berry colored lace romper, with the plunging neckline and the exposed back. It was very sexy. So sexy that it had been sitting in your closet for a while now, since you never knew the proper time to wear it. Then you thought about it. If Kyle was suggesting you wearing it, he must have been okay with it, and you had one talent. Saying no.You were sure that you were able to turn down drinks from strangers and stray from the cocaine fanatics. Then your eyes came up to Kyles face and you sighed. It seemed the battle was won. You were going.You had lost this round. Kyle’s adorable begging face was the last and winning bullet.

Kyle sensed the change in your demeanor and let out a happy laugh, putting the hanger on the bed before coming and lifting you up. “Thank you, honey sweetie pie sugar. You know I hate walking into parties alone, I love you.” 

You tried but failed to hold back a grin as Kyle peppered kisses on your face and neck, and when he started to stay on the curve of your neck too long you giggled and pushed his chest. “I can’t wear the romper if you give me a hickey, sugar baby sweetie toots.” 

Kyle grinned and kissed you sweetly on the mouth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Kyle.” You gave him one last peck before he let you down. “Now give me an hour and a half to get ready.” 

Kyle groaned playfully before nodding and then throwing himself on your bed. “You do you, baby. I love you with and without makeup. Do your thing, my sweet.” 

You grinned and walked over to your vanity as Kyle closed his eyes and laid back. 

~

Three hours later you and Kyle were driving over to some unknown house and you were both in comfortable silence. You knew that music would be blasting like crazy at the party and you were glad to have even a moment of silence before your ears were ringing from the chaos. You smiled and rested your head on Kyle’s shoulder, as his hand slipped over onto your thigh. 

“You’ll protect me right Kyle?” You asked, your hand snaking onto your thigh before you started to play with his fingers.

“From what, baby doll?” He asked, turning his blinker to go right on. 

“From bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs? You know, the people that make parties an unsafe place?” You intertwined your fingers with his and he squeezed your hand lightly as his thumb began to rub on your knuckles. 

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. There’s always a danger anywhere we go, and I swear I’ll always protect you. No matter the situation; because you matter more to me than anything.”

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and gave him a kiss on his jaw, which he caved into, turning his head for a quick peck on the lips. When he turned back to the road he slowed down before parking behind a long line of cars. You quickly unlatched your seat belt, the music already pulsing through the seats of the car and climbed on top of Kyle’s lap.

“Listen Kyle. You’re so fucking sweet and I love you so much.” You said quickly, grabbing onto Kyle’s surprised face. 

He grinned and looked into your eyes, before his forced his head forward and you ducked your head to meet in a passionate kiss. Kyle’s hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into the lacy material, before he pulled back, panting. 

“Okay, sexy baby doll, we gotta go before you get me hard. That outfits already got me all bothered.” Kyle’s eyes drifted to your exposed chest and he shifted uncomfortably. 

You giggled and opened the door, about to get out before Kyle pulled you back harshly. “And I love you too, Y/N.” 

When you were both heading to the entrance of the grand house you were slowly starting to regret your decision. There were loads of people so that even the lawn was full of drunken college kids, all laughing and throwing up and then passing out in that exact order. Paranoia was starting to bubble up. What if you drank so much you did something stupid and ended up going viral online? What if someone forced you to get high with them? To do heroine? To have a threesome? You were terrified. You hadn’t been to a party in ages, and it was like this was your first all over again. 

“Baby, smile a little bit. Remember me? Yeah? Kyle, sworn protector and the best boyfriend ever?” You looked from the entrance of the house to see that Kyle was facing you with a small worried smile on his face. 

“Yeah, no okay. Sorry babe, I was just-” 

“Worrying about bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs. We can leave if you want, alright sugar bunny cutie?” 

You instantly shook your head, knowing that Kyle would be sad if he missed anything or if any of his friends and frat brothers got hurt. You forced on a smile and tugged at your curled hair. “It’s fine, bunny cutie sugar, let’s just have some fun.” 

Kyle grinned and grabbed your hand before starting to search for a familiar face.You spotted some people from your college and turned quickly before they could see you and kept yourself glued to Kyle until you two reached the kitchen of the grand home, where Kyle let out a holler and tugged himself out of your grip. You looked to see a group of Kyle’s frat brothers, who were all dressed the same, with frat t-shirts with popped collars and khakis. Kyle was wearing the same but you had convinced him that the popped collar was not in, and never would be. 

“Kyle, my man!” Steven Kurt yelled out, lifting his beer in the air and enveloping Kyle into a bro hug. “Just the man I wanted to see! Hey bro, you got any weed?” 

You stiffened as the question hit the air and Kyle coughed loudly before shaking his head. “Na, man. I brought Y/N around, man. You know she doesn’t like for me to sell anymore.” 

Steven and the gang all turned to you as you stood there with your back straight and a fake smile plastered on. Eyes were instantly raking your body up and down and all around as Kyle grabbed two beers from the fridge. 

When Steven was done eyeing you, he smiled and shook his head at Kyle’s hands, before grabbing a red solo cup that they had all been shrouding over, speed walking over to you so he reached you before Kyle. 

“Y/N, a special brew for a special lady.” He bowed slightly, staring you in the eyes all the while, a smirk on his face. 

You grabbed the cup reluctantly so you would not seem rude. Some part of you was hesitant because you didn’t know Steven all that well, but the other part of you that flashed pictures of Kyle’s face when he was begging you to come filled with disappointment made you shrug your shoulders. Steven was Kyle’s friend, and from what you knew pretty cool and he didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything bad.

You brought the cup to your lips and took a large gulp, causing the group of frats to cheer right before Kyle walked over with a worried look and the two beers. 

“What was in that, man?” Kyle yelled to Steven over the yells as you let out a whoop and shook your head from the horrible taste.

Steven shook his head and looked over to Kyle with a smirk as the boys crowded around you, guiding you to the dance floor. “Nothing man, just bourbon and coke.” 

Steven tried to follow but Kyle yanked at his arm. “No, what the fuck man, I know all about your ‘special brews’ and that’s my girlfriend asshole! What was in there?”

“Chill, man!” Steven shoved Kyle off of him and into the island before smirking even more. “You once said what’s yours is ours, right?” And then he sauntered out, leaving Kyle speechless and horrified. 

Half an hour later you were on the dance floor, feeling slightly dizzier than what a half cup of bourbon and coke should have made you feel. Multiple times when you went to the bathroom Kyle had walked over and insisted that you leave the party with him, but you always pushed him away, arguing that he was the reason you were there in the first place. “Lighten up!” You had yelled at him as you sat on the toilet and he sat facing the inside of the shower. “I’m not even drinking a lot, Kyle. I don’t want to get too drunk. Let me have some fun, please honey pot?” 

You eventually left him without an answer. 

But halfway through an incredibly bass-y song you were starting to sweat and lose focus of your eyesight, and you could feel bile swimming up your throat. You stumbled through the crowd, pushing with haste at a familiar boy with curly blond hair who caught you when you almost fell, running to the bathroom. You fell through a white door and fell onto a carpeted floor, throwing up your dinner and a brown substance. You fell to the side of it, as you felt footsteps coming nearer. You slowly regained your vision but your limbs were feeling incredibly numb.

“Aw, fuck Ross, she threw the shit up, what the fuck! You said it would work!” A voice that seemed far away as you tried to move. There was a loud thump and you felt body heat next to you on your vomit. 

“Ew! The fuck, man! It’s a different kind of shit, dick wad! It should still do the trick.”

“Well it better fucking work because I had to knock the shit out of Kyle so he would leave us for a few. He’ll be back, though, I promise. Now go and guard the door. I got a lot for this bitch, walking in wearing that damn outfit knowing that it would make someone horny. She was begging for this to happen.” 

You slowly started to come to your senses, and you tried your best to move, but your body seemed out of your control except for your fingers. There was shuffling and you opened your eyes, just as arms wrapped around you and placed you on something that your body sunk into. A bed that wasn’t yours, with a face above you that was not your boyfriends, slowly tugging at the hem of your romper.

“What the fuck? How do you take this shit off?” Steven, you recognized, was starting to get agitated as he began roughly tugging at the bottom of your romper, and you whimpered as the lace rubbed harshly on your skin as your shoulders began to gain feeling again.

“Steven,” You groaned out as the lace started to scratch too harshly at your skin, making you whimper in pain.

The tall brunette stopped tugging at your romper and shuddered in pleasure and ground his hips into yours, causing tears to prick your eyes. “Fuck, say my name again.” 

“Steven please stop!” You raised your voice the best you could, tears pricking your eyes. 

Steven stopped and growled, suddenly flipping you onto your back, where the button and zipper to your romper were. He started to work on them, ignoring the loud pounds on the wall that had started up. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you laugh at my jokes, touch my arm, and look me up and down. You want me.” 

Tears began to run down your face at the horrible experience that you were about to go through, hoping that the feeling wouldn’t return to your bottom half. Then suddenly his fingers stopped and there was the sound of another zipper as he started to yank the shoulders of your romper down with one hand.

“HELP!” You gained the courage and energy suddenly, just as the door of the room was thrown open and Steven was suddenly fell to the floor suddenly from the force of you pushing up and the shock of the door banging open. 

He lay on the ground, dick out, just as a blond guy you recognized as Kyle, your boyfriend, ran forward and kicked him square in the side of the face. He yelled something you didn’t quite catch as you fell to the floor as well, your romper halfway down without a care, only the thought of escape on your mind. You dragged yourself with your arms as feeling regained to your thighs.

“What’s mine is mine, Steven. You sick ass bastard.” 

You glanced back quickly, sobs escaping your body, to see that Steven was knocked out cold, and Kyle was advancing at you quickly. You started to hyperventilate slightly, your breathing increasing as you tried to move your knees to get away quickly. 

“Baby, Y/N, it’s me.” Kyle sobbed out, placing his hand on your bare back. 

The touch made you cry harder as you let yourself fall back on the ground to escape his hands. There were loud sobs behind you as you silently cried into the carpet, letting your mouth open in a silent scream. “Y/N please, I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Baby, please it’s me Kyle.” 

The touch returned, this time warmer and calming, and you still sobbed, but did nothing when the fingers traveled to re-button and adjust your romper and close it up. 

The next parts were a blur, and you let yourself black out slightly, and the next thing you knew you were sober, dressed in night wear, and in your bed. You were still crying, but Kyle was sitting at the edge of your bed, scared to touch you, with his own tears climbing down his cheeks.

“K-kyle?” You asked, not meaning for the sobs to start back up. Kyle closed his eyes in pain as he saw the bruises lacing your thighs and the red marks on your shoulders. You hand’t even felt the squeezes that he had been doing on your legs. “Kyle, please just come hug me. I need a hug, bottle baby, please.” 

Kyle cried harder and crawled over to you, gently pulling you into his arms, placing kisses on your head softly. “I’m here, baby. Always, honey sugar. I love you, Y/N. I’m your protector, remember?” 

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Sorry it’s a bit rushed at the end.

Thanks for the request @thoughtfullyyoungduck !! Hope you enjoy!

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