Frenemies | Tommyinnit x FEM!reader

*Movies*

DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains depictions of violence, foul language and blood. Reader discretion is advised.

I don't remeber throwing the punch.

I don't remeber my fist connecting with her face.

I just remeber hearing the slurs and seeing red.

Now here I was. Sitting in the living room. Wilbur giving me an extremely disappointed look as Ranboo tended the cuts on my face, the scrapes on my knees and the bruising on my fist.

It was slowly coming back to me.

We were minding our own business after the movie when the same group who were making fun of us before came up to us and started messing with us again.

We tried to be mature, walk away and avoid conflict.

But things got worse.

It wasn't the things they said about me.

It was the slurs, the disrespect, the racism, the homophobia, and even worse, what they said to my friends.

The last thing that was said before I broke her nose was "You're just a bunch of R/S (r slur because I'm not saying it) that's what you are"

Then I was being held back, and there she was lying on the floor presumably unconscious.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!!" the tall one yelled as he began approaching me.

"FUCK OFF!!" I yelled as people began trying to get them to leave us alone.

Then I heard something shatter as my cheeks stung.

I looked down at the bottle of snapple shattered at my feet, and I felt warm drips from my face.

Then I felt my hair being pulled and I fell onto my knees into the shattered mess, the glass piercing my skin as I winced in pain.

Then the grip was released as I saw Mark standing above me, his stance showing me he too had punched someone.

"We need to go like now!!" Tubbo said as both him and Tommy looped their arms under my armpits, pulling me up as we awkwardly ran away.

Now here I was. Sitting in the living room. Wilbur giving me an extremely disappointed look as Ranboo tented to the cuts on my face, the scrapes on my knees and the bruising on my fist.

I bit the inside of my cheek, still pissed but also satisfied in a strange way.

Tommy and Tubbo were awkwardly sitting on the other end of the couch as Niki tried to get Ranboo to give her his also bruising hand.

Before the night had gone to total shit it was rather enjoyable.

After being lectured by Will, explaining what happened, being praised, lectured again and treated like a child (which I most certainly was not), I was in the bathroom cleaning myself up more beyond wounds.

I replayed the night in my head as began to wash off my blood covered shoes.

(Flashback)
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