It 2017 - Imagines and preferences

1. Robbie (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

Trigger warning(s): Child abuse (sexual and physical), neglect and strong language.

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It was just a normal day. Emphasis on was.

It started off like a normal day. You woke up, dressed up , brushed your teeth, styled your hair, put on your makeup and all that jazz. When you were ready, you shouted a quick goodbye to your mom (like she would care) and stepped out of the house, where a blue Trans-Am was already waiting for you. You opened the door and someone said: ''You sure took your time, baby. Why don't you make it up to us?'' You recognized that voice as Henry's. You just flipped him off and sat in the back.

''Usually you put it in words. Why so quiet?'' he asked. You just glared at him and he kept pushing you. ''You on your period or something?'' ''Can't you shut up?'' you replied. He just smirked and looked away. He started talking to the guys. You listened the conversation, but then they started talking about who they fucked last night and you just looked out the window.

You couldn't care less.

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About 15 minutes later Belch parked the car and all of them, including you stepped outside.

'Back to that hell I go,' you thought.

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Nothing interesting happened, until lunch.

You were casually minding your own buisness, when someone bumped into you. At first you assumed it was the kid that crashed into you yesterday. You shouted some very nasty words at him, while you were picking up your stuff. After you were finished you stood up and prepared to spit on them, when you noticed that it was a kid that was much much younger than you. You would say he was about 4 years old. And he started crying.

You picked him up and apologized. ''Hey, hey, no need to cry. This big, nasty girl is sorry, ok?'' He hasn't calmed down much, but at least he stopped crying. ''Aww, baby, you're shaking. Let me take you somewhere, where there aren't so many people. Is that ok with you?'' He nodded.

You started walking to the boy's room. You knew there won't be anybody here, but you still checked every stall and sat the little boy on the sink.

''Ok. Now we're alone. I'm (Y/N). What's your name?'' ''Robbie,'' he answered. You could still hear he was crying just a few moments ago. His voice was quiet and weak. You guessed, he was still scared. You couldn't blame him, because who wouldn't be? Such a little kid like him, lost in a strange environment full of big scary kids like you. And you admit it, since you were hanging out with The Bowers Gang this made everyone automatically be afraid of you. And you were also hanging out with Greta and her girls, even though you didn't give a shit about them, but none of the other girls wanted to be your friends. And you put a kid into a hospital once, because he stepped on your foot. But under all the rumors, reputation, clothes and make up, you had a softer side, that you showed only to certain people aka nobody.

''Nice to meet you, Robbie. Tell me, what is such a little boy doing in a building full of big, scary teenagers?'' ''Looking for Ms. Kepler,'' he said. 'That's strange. She's our Physics teacher,' you thought. ''Why would you need to find her?'' you asked. He replied with ''Because she will be mad if I don't.'' ''Why would she be mad?'' ''Because she says, that good little boys don't do such iwwe-iwwe..'' ''Irresponsible?'' ''Yes. She says that good little boys don't do such things.'' ''Why? Is she your mommy?'' You didn't get a reply. 'This is very strange.' You blew his nose, tied back his shoes and offered to get him something to eat or drink, since it was lunch time. He didn't want to, but when you noticed how pale and skinny he was you decided that it was better for him if he does, so you took him to the cafeteria and he didn't fight back.