𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫| 80s heart throbs ( Matt Dillion & Ralph Macchio ) x reader

Who are you?

A/N 

Ik the story is a little slow, but trust me it's getting good🤓🤓👍🏼

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Y/n pov-

"I'm sick and tired of your bullshit! Get out of your room, or else I'll fucking break this door down, don't test me you little shit!" Dave said banging on your door, I lift my head up from my covers and see light from under my door, my eyes drop and I let my head fall back to my pillow. "Please Davis, be careful with my door!" Mom said, why is she here?

I hear the door break off its hinges and hear stomping come towards me. Dave tugged at my covers, me fighting back. "Come on you little shit, just get out of your bed—" he said, getting the covers off of me, he stopped holding the blanket in his hands. I get up and see this dumb expression on his face as he stared at me getting out of my bed. 

Mom walked in and did the same, at first I thought I got fatter or something, so I just brushed it off and walked in the bathroom. I was to shamed of my body to look at myself in the mirror, but I had to see how my hair was. Looking into the mirror, I see someone that doesn't look anything like how I remember myself, feeling my face than the mirror to see if it was real. My eyes widened and I screamed. "mom I think the mirror is broken!" What the actual fuck is going on? Is that girl in the mirror really me? "Shut your ass you little shit, you just lost some of that weight-" Dave said, I heard a slap who you assumed was mom.

"Shut your fat mouth Dave! I'm still trying to understand that my daughter looks like that." Mom said. I shut the bathroom door and change out of my clothes, checking my body out in the mirror, I have some stretch marks from the weight loss, and my boobs got a bit smaller. Which I was a little sad about. 

I took a shower and got out, wrapping a fresh towel this time around my body, it actually wrapped fully around instead of me having to suck in my stomach so that I don't show anything to anyone that may be in the hallway. 

"Oh look at my beautiful daughter." Mom said, grabbing your cheeks and swooning over me, she then stoped once feeling my ache. "Honey, get changed, here I may have something from my day when I skinny." She said, leaving me I  the wall way, I dashed to my room and tried to put on some undergarments. Not even that fucking fit me, in raged, I then heard a knock at my door. Opening it, mom gives me some clothes, they weren't pretty, but I hope that they fit me. 

"They may not be pretty, but just wear them ok? I'll get you some new clothes and get you a facial and spoil you!" Mom said, closing my door, now that I think about it, how did my door start working properly anyway? Just a second ago it was broken off, I guess mom got Dave to put it back, or dAviS.

She gave me a red, yellow and green striped sweater with some very warn out high rise jeans, and a pair of panties and a bra. How the fuck did she—? Never mind.

Once I left my room, I saw mom waiting, clapping once she saw me. "Oh you look like me back in my day!" She said smiling. I cringed internally and put some shoes on to go out with mom. The first place we went to was k-mart, I must've forgot to renew my subscriptions cause I saw a issue of teen beat that I haven't gotten yet, I grabbed it immediately and dashed back with mom over to the clothes area. 



I looked at the full cart of things that I picked out and wasn't sure if mom was gonna actually get them for me. That was when we got to the check out and she bought everything, I didn't say anything. I've been needing new clothes for a long time, most of my clothes are hand me downs from 3 generations and didn't even fit me. We left and I was caught staring at the bag of clothes and shoes that laid in moms hands. "Why are you staring at your clothes like it's food- OH MY GOD WE DIDNT GET YOU FOOD— MY SWEET ANGEL YOU PROBABLY ARE STARVING." She said, she wasn't wrong, I've been hungry sense... 

I forgot, I guess I should eat, but do I want to? What the fuck am I saying, of course I need to eat, I'm not one of those skinny ass models that I can snap like a twig. There was this one girl that looked like one of them and I had the urge to break her legs in half. Anyway.

"Yeah, I probably should eat-" I said before getting interrupted. "OF COURSE YOU ARE GOING TO EAT, YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME." She said, then rushing me to her car to go to the nearest restaurant, when we past a subway I asked her why we didn't go. She coldly responded with,  "We just don't go to that damn subway, don't test me, you little shit." I didn't even know she could curse. She got mad at me once for saying hell, which I guess is a curse word, but is it really?

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Once we got home, I see Dave sitting on my bed with a pissed expression on his face, then shifted to a sad, disappointed, expression. "Get the fuck off my bed Dave, I need to continue my painting." I said, putting my hand on my hip. "For your information, you little shit, the contest all ready ended." He said looking up at me. What, no fucking way it already ended, I atleast have like 2 days, don't fucking believe that little runt of shit.

"You're fuckig lying to me hoe, get out fuckwad I'm finishing my painting." I said, pointing to the door. He got up and left the room with his shity little walk, God, his posture sucks dick. Why am I suddenly so mad at him, wait I know why, ITS CAUSE THE SLIMY LITTLE FUCKER FAT SHAMED ME. I close my door and throw my clothes to the corner of my room, I start getting angry for he did to me. Its all his fault that I locked myself in my room, he's the one that pushed me to lose weight! I'm gonna fucking skin that little runt from scalp to asshole.

Angrily, I grab my boombox and shove a random cassette into it, turning out to be a metal that I stole from my dad when I was 10. It made me inspired to paint more, I painted and added some personal touches to it. I made it more edgy and defined, I actually liked it a lot, if Dave was right that the competition is over, I'll still try to enter the piece.

After a while, I hear my door open, looking up, I see Dave leaning on the door frame and holding a smoke. "You have some balls to come over to my room and smoke, aren't you scared that mom and dad might catch you?" I said. "Nah, I'm not a pussy, and I wanted to tell you something." He said. "Spit it out then whore." I said, growing curious now into the conversation. "Well, the contest isn't over, and I only told you to lose weight, cause if you want a chanse with those hollywood motherfuckers you'll have to be skinny." He said. "And I'm sorry, ok? We good ya little shit?" He said, growing angry cause I zoned out in his face. " In my 17 years on this earth, I have never heard you apologize to me ever. And yes, we are, also can you drive me to the place to turn in my painting?" I said, of course I'm going to use his guilt to make him do something for me. "Yeah sure, just so you know you have to go to school or they'll kick you out." He said. Oh yeah, school, I forgot about that. At least it's not long before I graduate, just one more school year.

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A/n

I can't omg, that was such a bad ending to a chapter😭😭🙏🙏

But I hoped you liked it :)

(also sorry I took froever to post this chapter, I have finals this week so I couldn't rlly post and personal problems.

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