I just realized how much Cassie from Euphoria and Cassie from Skins have in common (other than the name lol). They both have the soft girl aesthetic, benevolent and dismissive parents, low self-esteem and self-worth which resulted in their promiscuity and both fall in love with a guy who prefers their brunette best friend over them (except in Skins it’s the brunette best friend who steals him from Cassie not the other way around). Not to mention the crying in every episode and many mental breakdowns. Yet Cassie from Skins is still seen as “iconic” while Cassie from Euphoria is hated all over the internet right now
Pitt and Tarantino both think they’ve got the next Marilyn Monroe in Sydney, “but it’s a lot more than her talent that’s gotten him hooked.” “She really wowed them both, especially Brad who wants to do more projects with her and spend time off set to get to know her.” “They’ve spoken a few times since the movie wrapped on Nov. 1, 2018 and it’s been intensely friendly between them,“ spilled the insider. "Nobody would be surprised if he asked her out on a date, even though there is that huge age difference.”
summary: cassie can’t keep it in anymore, and tells y/n — her best friend — about nate. her reaction is certianly something.
WARNINGS: mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, strong language, shouting, a shit-ton of betrayal, fem!reader, angst.
Y/N OPENS THE DOOR, TO COME FACE TO FACE WITH A SOBBING CASSIE. she looked heartbroken. “oh, shit,” her brows furrow, as she quickly steps forward, wrapping her friend in a warm, loving hug. y/n ushers her inside, closing the door behind her. “honey — what happened?”
cassie only sobs more, burying her face in y/n’s neck. “i did something really stupid.”
as y/n sits cassie on her bed after having to force her to walk up the stairs, she sits facing cassie, y/n’s hand in hers. “honey,” she tucks a strand of hair behind cassie’s ear. “i need you to tell me what happened. or else i can’t help you — and there’s no fucking way i’m going to sit here and watch you cry like i’m a fucking ornament in the corner.”
cassie laughs at that. “i have to tell you something.” she brushes her hair behind her ears, tears welling in her eyes as she realises that what she’s about to say might ruin her fucking life. it might take you away — same thing. “but i need you to promise you won’t hate me.”
y/n swallows, nodding. “i promise.”
“i-” a salty dear falls down cassie’s cheek. “fuck. okay — i know this is really fucking shit and i hate everything because of it and i-”
y/n interrupts her. “cassie, spit it out.”
“i fucked nate jacobs.” cassie doesn’t dare look up at her best friend, keeping her eyes trained on the pretty bed sheets.
y/n completely stills. she doesn’t move a fucking muscle for a few minutes — cassie began to worry that she wasn’t breathing. but she was. “what?”
cassie gulps, looking up at her friend with glassy eyes. “don’t make me say it again.”
“what the fuck.” y/n doesn’t tear her eyes away from cassie’s. the blonde sniffles, wiping a tear away from her eye. “you’re fucking nate jacobs? as-in maddy’s ex-boyfriend nate jacobs?”
“please don’t be mad at me.” cassie’s starting to cry again. “i didn’t mean to. it wasn’t supposed to happen i swear. i was drunk — i was really fucking drunk. and he was just there and… and i wanted something. i wanted someone just to make me feel noticed that night and someone to make me feel fucking loved and — he was there.”
y/n’s grip on her bed sheet became much tighter. “when was this?”
cassie gulps, realising she was about to fucking really ruin her life. y/n wouldn’t be very fucking happy about her answer. so she tried to get out of it. “i don’t know, i— it doesn’t even matter-”
“when was this?” y/n repeats herself, her gaze piercing into cassie’s soul.
cassie takes a deep breath. “new year’s eve.”
y/n immediately scoffs, standing up, spacing around the room — her hand is at the back of her neck, fiddling with the tag of her shirt. “you needed someone to loveyou?”
she turns to face cassie once more. the girl stares up at her friend guiltily, both of their eyes glazed with tears. “y/n, i wasn’t-”
“you wanted— you needed someone to love you, hm? because there was no-one fucking there. is that right? no one?” y/n speaks fast, stray tears slipping down her rosy cheeks — she remembers the night before new year’s eve vividly.
she had told cassie she loved her. romantically. y/n wouldn’t be as angry if cassie had kindly told her she didn’t return her feelings, but this was so much worse. cassie had said those three haunting words back to her. they had a beautiful fucking night — they talked for hours, they laughed, they cried, they told each other how much they loved one another.
and now cassie seems to believe that no-one fucking loves her.
“y/n, that’s not what i meant.” cassie’s really starting to cry now.
y/n wipes another tear from her cheek. “you know how much i fucking love you.” she pauses, swallowing a sob. her eyes are glassy, her cheeks are rosy, her breathing is quick, and she looks like she’s about to fucking faint. “you knew then, and you knew now. you knew before i told you — before i fucking confessed. you know i’d do anything for you, and i’d fall at your fucking feet if you asked me to. and do you know why?”
cassie cries again, rubbing her eyes. she shakes her head. looking down. “it’s because i fucking love you. it’s because i’m in love with you, cass. and you know that. but, nate fucking jacobs is much better, isn’t he.”
“listen to me, y/n.” cassie looks up at her best friend, taking her hand in her own. “it only happened a couple times. and- and a couple hours ago when i was on his bed and i felt so out of place all i thought about was you. and-”
“a couple hours ago?” y/n interrupts her, she doesn’t look angry now. she seems pretty fucking sad. “after you left last night, after you fucking kissed me… you went to him?”
cassie’s eyes are wide, and the skin around them is puffy — her cheeks are red, and her lip is quivering. “well, cassie. you’ve done it now. now you’ve got two people fucking loving you at once!”
“i’m ending it, y/n, i love you-” cassie stands up, cupping her hands around y/n’s face.
y/n steps back, her skin wet and warm, covered in tears. “don’t you fucking dare say that to me. i don’t want to hear it.” she steps towards the door, looking back at her friend. “you can tell that to nate.”
cassie’s about to step forward, but stops as y/n makes her way out of the room. “you can show yourself out.”
