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lilystyles · 6 months

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written by @lilystyles

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authors note inspired by a dream i had about this boy HAHAHA so filthy but that's just him. (also i'm sorry if ur names emma! if it is it's still cute to be best friends w ur name twin :3) ALSO it's also inspired by style (taylor's version)!

brief description y/n has had a crush on harry since they were kids but he’s off-limits. him being her best friend’s brother and all she has never made a move, knowing emma wouldn’t approve. but lines are blurred one night and she doesn’t know if she can follow the rules like a good girl.

warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (m!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, choking, missionary, doggy) sexual tension, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse. wordcount: [around 11.4k words, also unedited sorry:(]

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Y/n wished she didn’t fancy him. Oh, she wished it so badly.

On every shooting star or eyelash, she had to decide whether she would wish to forget him or for him to finally notice her, it was a constant tug of war between the two.

Honestly, there were so many things going against him. He was completely unavailable to her and she wondered if that’s why she wanted him most. People always say you want what you can’t have. He was older than her by a few years, he was hardly much wiser but liked to act as if he was.

Or maybe was it just that he was a total prick most of the time, like seriously, so mean?

She couldn’t pinpoint what exactly attracted her to Harry the most. She knew why others liked him, it was because he was so fucking pretty you just wanted to cry. He was that kind of person. And obviously, she had noticed that slight minor detail.

She could agree that was one of the many reasons she had a massive crush on him. But she’d known him for years before he was this fuckboy fratboy who wore backward caps with the body of a Greek god and the filthiest mouth you’d ever heard. She knew him before it all. She knew him when he was just her best friend’s goofy older brother, and she’d liked him then too. Before he was smooth and his words had a sting, when he was just this little giggly loud guy.

She thinks to herself often that a piece of her would always belong to him, even if he didn’t know that. She had tried to like other boys, many many times, and though she did like them she didn’t feel even a smidge like how she felt when she saw Harry. The best way for her to describe being with someone who wasn’t Harry was like being in a state of complete darkness, only this dull twinkle of stars without any moon, and then suddenly the sun came up, all these colours painting the sky as it rose. Harry was the sun for her and those boys were just the stars.

Nearly all the time she wished for a distraction from him but that was hard considering he was always around, Y/n saw him every time she went to their house it was like totally unavoidable. They ran into each other at parties even though he was a few years older, it didn’t matter now they that all went to Uni together. She saw him everywhere! Even when she closed her eyes at night.

So tonight when she went out with Emma she was relieved and sad all at once that he wasn’t at the party, it meant she let loose more than she usually did, completely free of the worry of his judgments. She had a few shots but not enough to get her as wasted as Emma was. They danced and sang, and enjoyed themselves. Exams had been stressful and they needed a fun night, they’d spent months cooped up in the library using flashcards and reading the big textbooks. Y/n needed some time away from her laptop screen and desk. She needed to wear a tight dress, get flirted with, have some drinks and relax. She needed to fucking let loose.

She worked so hard and she was enjoying just forgetting all her worries, Harry included, for a few hours. Sweating and dancing to trashy music was something she had been dreaming of since the start of exam season.

However, the night had taken a slightly sour turn later in the evening when Emma took a few too many tequila shots in a row and spewed down herself, covering her pink dress and shoes and some of Y/n’s shoes too, in sick. She wished she could say this wasn’t a recurring thing but Emma always took it a little too hard on nights out especially when her brooding older brother wasn’t there to help team with Y/n and wrangle her home.

It wasn’t too late probably only midnight, which usually meant they were only just getting started on their drunken shenanigans. But Y/n had to admit she was okay with going home, home being Emma’s place she was roommates with Harry, they were fairly close siblings and their parents felt better knowing they were together. Y/n desperately wanted some water, maybe a snack and to lie down in Emma’s comfortable bed.

As she was trying to find an Uber during the busiest time and hold Emma up from collapsing onto the floor a familiar Irish voice filled Y/n’s ears. She snapped her head around. Oh, thank god.

“Babe! Where are you two off to?”

Y/n turned, “Niall! Hey, we are going home. Emma isn’t feeling too well.”

Y/n had managed to clean most of the spew off in one of the bathrooms at the Uni share house the party was being thrown at, but Emma was all wet from being wiped down and Y/n knew she needed to get her home like now. She was fading and needed her bed and a bottle of water in her, she wasn’t particularly worried but she would feel better if Harry was with her in case something happened.

“D’ya want a lift? I haven’t drunk anything I’m on my way to Paddy’s place,” He said. He looked very sober.

Paddy was his most recent fling.

“You are a gem, I could kiss you!” Y/n said squeezing his bicep in thanks.

Y/n was eternally grateful for him being her saviour, she slid Emma into the backseat and clipped her into the seatbelt, brushing the hair from her eyes. Even with sick all over she was still pretty, Y/n envied that the Styles family had such good genes it was ridiculous. They always looked gorgeous, Anne had created three beautiful children.

Niall knew where to go since he was friends with Harry too and Emma and Y/n of course.

Y/n kept checking through the mirror to make sure she was okay and when she saw the familiar home she sighed in relief at the sight. It was this fairly small duplex but their neighbours were nice and the house was one of Harry’s parent’s properties. So they had it pretty good for Uni students. Y/n was living in a big share-house with a bunch of other people. She wished she was this lucky.

She grabbed all their purses, jackets and keys before she kissed Niall on the cheek in thanks.

“Love you, Babe. Have fun with Paddy!” She winked, knowing Niall really liked this new guy.

Niall blushed a nice rosy colour. “Need any help getting her in?” He asked diverting the conversation.

Y/n shook her head and the two girls stumbled to the front door. Emma was slightly more awake now, her arms slinging around Y/n’s shoulders making the straps of her dress fall as Y/n hunted for the keys in Emma’s little clutch. Y/n had a key to their house for emergencies and she knew where they hid a spare, but she wasn’t going to hunt around in the dark for it.

The door opened before she found them in the clutch which had ten lipsticks that she was rummaging through.

His eyes were so green she felt like they were glowing in the dark. He didn’t say anything he just grabbed Emma and helped her inside. Whispering something to her kindly as Y/n made her way inside behind them. She toed her shoes off before she entered, not wanting to bring Emma’s sick in any more than it already would be.

Y/n sighed shutting the door behind her as she placed all their things in Emma’s room down the hall. Harry had put her on the bed and was taking her heels off for her. He was a good brother. He was protective over both his sisters even though Gemma was the oldest.

“She always goes to fucking far,” He muttered more to himself than Y/n. Who was finding Emma’s sleep clothes in her bedside drawers, knowing she couldn’t sleep in the sick-covered ones.

He didn’t sound annoyed at her or angry, just worried. He was a prick sure, but he cared about his family and friends. His small circle is what mattered most to him. Y/n knew his gruff and broody presence was the exterior of a very gentle soul. When he was at home drinking tea in pyjamas that was the real Harry, not some douchebag.

But she knew that he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker and a lot of people would warn you of him. But Y/n didn’t think that was the real him.

Y/n nodded in agreement, tiredly pushing the hair from her eyes she wanted to tie it up it was sweaty from dancing.

“It’s okay, Niall helped me,” Y/n spoke softly as he stood up from the floor where he’d sat to take her shoes off. He was so much taller than Y/n, his face finally looking at hers now. She felt heat prickle up her back, and the hairs stand on her neck.

He had such an intense stare.

“I knew I should’ve come,” He said. “I worry when you two are alone.”

Two? She thought. He’d never really shown much protectiveness on his end over her, except when guys were being gross at bars or parties. Then he would give them a stern look and tell them to fuck off. But he did that for anyone, Y/n knew that she wasn’t special. She always felt like Emma was his priority always and he didn’t care what she did as long as Y/n got Emma home safe.

It was almost like he could hear her thoughts. “I don’t like when either of you go without me. The stories Emma has told me about what they say to you Y/n, makes me feel sick honestly.”

She despised the way her stomach flipped. She was about to say that she managed okay without him. But his hand slid onto her shoulder pulling the little spaghetti strap back up over her shoulder.

She felt breathless but tried to snap back into her usual self. Feeling more pink than usual, Harry always seemed to have that effect on her.

“I- do your frat friends know how much of a softie you are deep down? Be careful now, Styles, I might go around telling them how nice you secretly are. Ruin that scary reputation of yours.”

He smirked in amusement, Y/n had this ability to melt away that hard shell, stripping him bare to his true self. He hated and loved it all at once, he felt like she saw right through him. Even when people said mean things about him, Y/n never wavered and sometimes even defended him. The only thing she didn’t approve of was his restlessness towards women. He felt one was never enough, and was quite open about that with his hookups. Maybe he just didn’t have the right one.

He left after that so Y/n could get Emma ready for bed. He was pottering about in the kitchen and making tea, she assumed. That was his late-night ritual usually.

Y/n shook Emma awake enough so she could help Y/n a little to get her into some pyjamas. She even got her make-up wipes out and removed all the makeup on Emma’s face and tucked her into bed.

Y/n sighed tiredly at the effort of it all and felt sobered up almost completely now. Emma had the downstairs bathroom to herself usually, it was very clean in there. Y/n decided to take a shower and wash the sick smell off her skin and the sweat from the clubs and the dirty Uni sharehouse.

She washed her hair, face and body. Emma had a lot of really sweet expensive-smelling products, but Y/n had her own little section for when she stayed over. It was all coconut-scented. She felt herself begin to droop in fatigue when she finished cleaning herself. She got the last of the makeup the water hadn’t washed off and changed into a random shirt from Emma’s drawer and some fresh knickers from Y/n’s things she’d left here.

Y/n was here more than she was at her own house. Emma always said she’d kick Harry out and let Y/n take his place, but Y/n knew the siblings actually got on rather well. When Y/n was dressed for sleep she blow-dried her hair on the lowest setting so she wouldn’t wake Emma up, but Emma could probably sleep through an earthquake she was a really deep sleeper. Then she plugged both their phones in and slid in beside Emma tiredly. She shut her eyes and turned off the fairy lights Emma had kept on, ready to lull off.

Y/n had been friends with Emma since they were little they’d all grown up together in Holmes Chapel and it was the kind of place you were just friends with everyone because it was so small but Y/n had always been closest with the Styles family. They lived down the street from each other and Emma and Y/n were never seen without each other. So Harry was used to having Y/n around a lot too.

Growing up he had to make sure nothing happened to them, he was in charge but it was usually Emma giving him trouble Y/n was always a sweetheart, but she had a quick mouth with one-liners that almost knocked him over. He liked that about her, she was sweet but could challenge him feistily without much thought. He’d met his match when it came to arguments.

Often when the parents went away Y/n would be over and Gemma and Harry would have to make sure neither of them got up to anything wild. But it was usually just a sleepover that consisted of them laughing until dawn. Harry was a much lighter sleeper so he would always tell them to shut up.

Harry woke up to the sound of a pin dropping rooms away, he didn’t know how his sister could snore like a freight train and sleep through herself. He also didn’t know how Y/n could share a bed with her. Sometimes he’d get up in the middle of the night for a wee or some water and would find Y/n on the couch with a pillow over her face trying to block out the noise of Emma’s snoring.

So when he heard Y/n roaming about in the kitchen (he knew it was her because he could still hear Emma snoring) he pretended to need some water, wanting to see her. It was probably around 3 AM but he had been unable to sleep. And they hadn’t talked much when she got home. He had wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he knew better. She had worn a dress that hugged all her features, it was black and simple. Hair done naturally, and makeup that was subtle but just made her that tiny bit more pretty. She always looked pretty though.

He came down the stairs from his room and walked into the kitchen. Y/n was using the fridge as a light to find things. She was making tea by the looks of things. She found some of the chamomile that she used every night, in turn, Harry added it to the weekly grocery list in case she slept the night there, and hadn’t heard him creep downstairs.

She was in a big baggy dusty blue shirt that Harry actually thought was one Emma had stolen from him, and a pair of soft pink cotton knickers that were very small. Socks covered her feet making her practically silent. He stepped closer into the kitchen waiting for her to turn around and notice him.

She was trying to be very quiet in every step, knowing Harry was a very light sleeper, and not wanting to wake him. When she finally did look over her shoulder her body jolted in fright dropping the box of teabags onto the floor and a hand falling to her chest.

“Jesus, H.” She whispered, raspily.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, Lovie.”

She squinted in the dark trying to see him. His hair looked messy like he’d been sleeping and he was just in some boxers as PJs. He ran hot in the night.

“Did I wake you?” She asked a guilty look crossing her face. Her eyes softened as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘Aven’t been sleeping well.”

She frowned, not liking the sound of that. She didn’t know why she cared, but she did. “Do you want a tea?”

He smiled, dimples showing. “Yes please.”

She brewed two as he whispered the truth about why he didn’t come out with them tonight. He was originally supposed to, and honestly, she had been slightly disappointed about it. Knowing she’d have to handle Emma alone.

But he told her why, in a soft hushed voice. A few guys in his friendship group had said some really mean things to Harry. Not realising he would feel them so deeply, she thought, they must think he was as mean as he seems. He told the story like he wasn’t phased by the mean comments, but Y/n could tell they had gotten to him. She knew better than his cold stone face.

“Alex said ‘I was a homewrecking prick and womanizer’.” He explained when Y/n asked what the boys had said about him. He heard a hint of protectiveness in her voice when she asked with a pinched face, and he felt a tug in his lower tummy. Why did she care?

Y/n looked up from the mugs at him. The dim lighting of the fridge meant she could only see the outline of his body and the shadows of his features. She saw a glimpse of his eyes, and she could see the look in his eyes. He believed them, he believed those comments. They were glassy with discontentment.

Her eyebrows were pinched in empathy, and she was about to speak but he cut her off. “I know I’m a total prick sometimes, but—”

She interrupted him, “—You are a prick sometimes, but people who really know you know what you're like.” She tried to reason with him. Because she wasn’t going to deny sometimes he would be just plain rude to her, and to others as well. But she also knew he did a lot of nice things too. He had a hard exterior and shied off people easily, if you didn’t know him well he would seem rude. But all his close friends and family knew that he was just standoffish with new people. And loved to tease, and was brutally honest, which Y/n had to admit sometimes that hurt more than the teasing comments.

But he did nice things. Wonderful things, that he went out of his way to do. Like helped his sister when she was drunk, drove people home so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark after parties, picked Y/n up from the library at midnight if she was too scared to walk home, bought chamomile tea in case Y/n spent the night, made enough dinner in case Y/n was hungry, visited the girls when they were studying with snacks and coffee, and he even helped sometimes if they were confused on work. He called his Mum every day without fail and sent his Grandma photos of birds when he saw them.

He baked a new type of cookie recipe every Sunday and gave it to his friends. He adopted stray cats and played Scrabble with his grandparents every few weekends.

Yes, he was a prick, he said mean things and made fun of Y/n when she went on dates with idiots, and he called her names, filthy ones. And sometimes he would barely acknowledge her. But she knew there was a different reason for that, something she didn’t understand. Something between just the two of them. She thought maybe it was just a way for him to protect his sensitive side from people. From her too, hide himself away.

And yes, he did have sex with lots of people, but he did always tell people the truth before getting involved with anyone. He was honest, and open when it came to his boundaries. Y/n thought that was better than lying and acting like you wanted a relationship just so you can fuck someone. She wasn’t saying she approved of Harry’s constant line of girls coming over, maybe that was her jealousy talking, but she wasn’t going to judge him for doing what lots of people did and owning that he did it. He would never kiss and tell, he was respectful and clear with his intentions. What more could you ask of a fuck buddy or one-night stand? If you wanted a good shag no strings attached Harry was your guy, and surely most people knew from the rumours? She just didn’t understand why people put themself in that position if they knew what they were getting into with him.

He wasn’t a devious person who hid behind a mask of fake sincerity to get in your pants. He was blunt, he asked if you wanted to fuck and if you didn’t that was fine. He wasn’t picky with it either he just liked to have a good time.

She felt differently about being with a person. She usually only wanted to be with someone she had an emotional connection with. But she had a smaller level of experience than Harry, so she thought that maybe she was coming from the point of view of a less experienced person. But the point remained, Harry had his flaws, like anyone but he was good at his core. His intentions remained good. No one is perfect, and she knew Harry was far from it but so was everyone she knew!

She knew her flaws too. Flaws made people human. And she appreciated him despite it all.

“And what is that?” He was standing closer now and she felt suddenly very aware of the fact she was only in knickers and a shirt her nipples could be seen through. The way he was staring her down made her aware of her appearance, he looked almost hungry.

“Well as someone who’s known you for as long as I can remember. You’re kind, honest, open, and a good person with a rotten mouth.” She looked away from him as she spoke, flushed by his close presence. She tried not to stumble on her words but was struggling and honestly felt her hands tremble when she felt his breath hit her neck.

“Kind?” He scoffed eyes trained on her face, it was free of makeup. Her lips looked pouty and her eyes droopy in tiredness. She looked perfect. She always did. Even that one week during the bleak middle of winter when she had been sick as a dog; red nose, glassy eyes, snotty and nasally, hair unwashed, skin red, she’d looked beautiful.

“Harry,” She said his name meaning she was serious, she usually called him anything but, “these fucking friends of yours clearly don’t see you like we do.”

“We?”

She leaned back against the drawers sighing, “We. Me, Emma, Niall, Gem, Anne. People who know you, people who love you.”

“You love me?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s what he got from that. He was so annoying.

“You’re alright.” She replied, they both knew she did, handing him the tea. He said a quiet thanks.

He placed it back down, where Y/n was letting hers cool. The face she had made smile only seconds prior melted back to a stoic look, more serious.

He hugged her and Y/n was surprised, but she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled back when he started to get intoxicated on her sweet scent, her skin smelt edible and her hair was soft against his cheek.

“I’m sorry if I’m a prick to you.”

Y/n didn’t mean to but she laughed. A giggle bubbled from her tummy out of her mouth her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What?” He said, fighting back the smile that threatened to tug on his lips. It was contagious. He was trying to keep his attention very far from her chest.

She didn’t know what made her say it but, but she told him the truth. “I like it. It's like a game we have. A Harry and Y/n one. I tease you, you tease me. You act like I don’t exist most of the time and I act like I don’t care. You’re mean to me and I let you be.”

Hearing her say it out loud was kind of like being winded. It had always been their game, a game neither mentioned, some sort of unspoken thing they shared.

She could tell he was kind of speechless.

“I don’t know why I let you.” Now that was a lie. She was trying to backtrack.

“I do.” He said stepping closer. His bare legs were pressing into hers. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to tell her. But he didn’t.

“You gonna tell me?” She said quietly, eyes widely looking up into his, as his hands rested on either side of her on the bench. He leaned in closely. So they were eye to eye.

She was trapped in his arms and had nowhere to look but at him, she squirmed under his smouldering eyes.

“You know why too.”

She didn’t speak. What did any of this mean? She had waited a long time to hear him apologise for being a dick to her, and he just did and she’d told him that she liked him treating her that way. What she meant was, that she liked him, she let him treat her that way because for Harry she would do anything. She didn’t care if that made her pathetic, at least she knew it was, at least she could admit it. I mean, wouldn’t you let him treat you like shit under his shoe if it meant he was at least looking at you with those gorgeous eyes? Could hardly blame the girl.

“Why did you have to meet Emma before you met me?” He almost whined with a soft scoff. As if complaining at fate’s hands for dealing them these cards.

She felt her heart rate speed up.

“What do you mean?” She asked, playing dumb. He was talking so much and she was practically drunk on his sultry voice. It was so deep and she just wanted to hold onto the sound forever and feel it melt into her spine like it was now, and listen when she wanted to sink into a state of lust.

He lifted one of his arms and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Then she’d be the one who has to follow my rules, and stay away from you. I could be the one in control. Have you all to myself. No sharing.”

Y/n licked her drying lips, as she processed his words. He wanted her all to himself? “Wait, wait, she has a rule to stay away from me?”

Y/n knew Emma didn’t like it when her friends slept with Harry, it was just weird and they would always complain about how mean he was after, or even try and talk about how good he was in bed. She just didn’t like her friends dating or having anything to do with Harry period. But she assumed it was different for Y/n since she knew Harry pretty well and would consider him someone in her close circle. Even if he did ignore her a lot. She assumed she was fine with Harry and Y/n at least being friends. Y/n had bottled all her feelings away for years, she didn’t think that would ever change. Even if Harry liked her back, she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship.

“You’re her friend, not mine.” He said, mocking Emma’s tone, making his voice all squeaky and high-pitched.

Y/n frowned. Emma had always been weird about this. She could understand to some extent, but sometimes Y/n wished she could just have a normal conversation with Harry. “Why can’t we be friends? I’ve known you my whole life, and haven’t slept with you. I think I should be allowed to have a conversation with you. I think I can handle that without pulling my pants down.”

Harry’s lips kicked up in a smirk, “You aren’t wearin’ any pants.”

“Oh shut up.” She replied cheeks bleeding pink.

“She trusts you.” Harry said trying to make Y/n feel better, “She just doesn’t trust me.”

Y/n smiled at that, trying to lighten the mood once again. “Who would? I mean this with respect, but you are a bit of a slut.” Her hand came up to play with the cross on his neck.

He giggled, “I simply enjoy myself openly. You should try, Y/n, it’s fun bein’ bad.”

She felt her cheeks warm further, “I can be bad,” Y/n argued but it was no use.

“Oh thas’ such a lie, Baby.” He laughed at her statement rolling his eyes, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname. He’d never called her that before and it brought a rose colour to her cheeks that Harry adored on her. She was so easy to make nervous. But he didn’t think anyone was as good at it as he was.

“It’s not,” She pouted.

He cocked his head in challenge. “Name one naughty thing you’ve done then. Bet y’cant.”

She tried to think, that growing up she was relatively good and even now she hardly participated in much other than seeing Emma or Niall and studying. But she felt this urge to impress him, make him proud almost. Or at least shock him.

“I stole a lolly once.”

Harry found a smile slipping onto his face, he’d always seen Y/n as a fairly innocent person. And she was, for the most part. Soft and sweet in real life, like a bunny or puppy. So soft, and you just want to pick her up and put her in your arms and tell her how cute she is. But she had some mischievousness to her, like all people. Something buried underneath her innocent aura, Harry thought of that side of her often pondering what she was like when she wasn’t hiding and she’d been cracked open raw and teased beyond return.

“Oh yeah? Anything else?”

She tried to think of what would shock him but she fell flat. Until—but no she couldn’t say that, it way was too personal.

“I can see you thinking very hard, c’mon tell me.” He whispered. Y/n shut her eyes. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Fuck it. It was like she had no control over her mouth, the filth just slipped right out of her pouty lips. She wanted to blame the alcohol, but it was probably just his voice that had her feeling intoxicated.

“Sometimes when I touch myself I think of you.”

Harry practically froze, his lips opening to show he was indeed very surprised to hear that. There was a beat and Y/n didn’t know if she regretted it or not. She was about to tell him it was a joke and run for her life. Change her name, and move to Mexico. Her Duolingo lessons weren’t going to be enough to get by, she’d have to start really learning how to speak properly now.

Until.

“What do you think about, Y/n?”

She felt herself getting hot, she’d really fucked herself here. He would never let this go. Call it the tequila but Y/n wasn’t lying. Truthfully the only thing that got her off was Harry, she couldn’t cum unless his green eyes flashed in her vision. Which she did feel bad about like she was a pervert. But believe that she’d tried to think of others, or watching porn. But she could only ever think of him. Otherwise, it wasn’t as good, and she didn’t get the release she was chasing.

“A lot of filthy things, H.”

He bit his lip, “Like what?”

He could sense her getting shy once more as she crossed her arms and looked at her feet, cheeks all pink and pinchable. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Baby, whatever you’ve touched your lil’ clit too I’ve probably stroked m’cock too.”

Y/n was surprised, head snapping up at his words, and though he was normally very honest even he seemed a bit more nervous to admit it. He was just as bad as her. And he had such a filthy mouth, but that was not a surprise to her. She was just surprised he thought of her, she never saw herself as particularly desirable. She always imagined Harry to like those people who look good running in slow motion.

It took a lot of courage as she began to speak. “I usually think about you…fucking my throat, using my mouth however you like. I like the idea of those hands pulling on m’hair.”

Harry felt his pants twitch. His expression and dark eyes egged her on to continue. He didn’t know she was such a little minx. He’d always imagine her to like soft, gentle caresses. Which wouldn’t have bothered him, though he was fairly kinky, but he would’ve done whatever she liked.

She didn’t know if he would like this but she felt brave, “Like the idea of calling you Daddy….Want to be good f’you, Daddy.”

That’s what made Harry unable to keep his hands by his sides. He grabbed her face forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Wanna be good?”

She nodded coyly, eyes wide. His hands were warm and she practically melted into them.

“Sleep upstairs tonight then.” He didn’t ask her, he simply instructed her. And who was she to say no?

She nodded once again and he patted her lower back as if to say off you go then. She listened and walked slowly in front of him. She felt his presence close by, the sweet citrus and woodsy scent that followed him was right by her nose and she could hear his slow calm breaths.

Her beating heart was thumping against her chest and she wondered how it didn’t fill the quiet house (besides Emma’s window-rattling snores).

He noticed her shaky and anxious energy and his hand slipped onto her waist. “I jus’ wanna hear about y’dreams somewhere comfier, Petal, if thas’ all yeh’ want that’s all we’ll do. Plus I’m saving y’from m’lumpy couch.”

She couldn’t complain about that.

As they walked inside she was welcomed to the scent of Harry, she’d only been in Harry’s room a few times, but never properly. He ushered her to the bed and she sat down tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin. Examining the walls of famous singers and art that covered it. In the corner by his desk where the only source of light in his room was a glowing lamp, other than some fairy lights above his bed, was a little picture wall.

In the mess of polaroids and film, she saw one of Y/n, Emma and Harry when the two girls had graduated school. He was between them arms around their shoulders and looking to his left at Y/n who was laughing happily with Emma at Gemma who made some joke about something. Y/n knew the picture instantly because it was one of her favourites of him.

“What else, Baby?” He said softly sitting in front of her, interrupting her thoughts of that day when he’d driven home to visit them for it, and looked over to see him leaning against the headboard, arms interlocked behind his head.

“You go.” She said, which made Harry laugh.

“I’m pretty filthy Honey, you know me. I don’t know if it’ll be something you like.”

She looked at him stubbornly. “Try me.”

He shut his eyes and only now did she see he was nervous too, “I often find myself thinking about you on your tummy, underneath me, letting me stuff you full while my hands pin yours to your back so that you’re at my mercy.”

She liked that, her tummy twisted in yerning. “I’d like you to be in charge. Help me forget.”

He was looking at her like she was the sweetest most edible thing. “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and he placed his hands in her hair, kissing her softly at first just a whisper of a touch of two mouths moulding into one. She leaned in further into the warmth of him and hugged her arms around his broad shoulders as the kiss began to deepen, he tasted like a hint of beer and minty toothpaste. Her chest burned with what only could be described as Harry.

He moaned into her mouth softly, sighing at the taste of her sweet tea-soaked lips. The warmth of her curves pressing into him was comforting, and though he had a desire to completely ruin her until she was crying his name, he liked taking it slow and enjoying this first kiss with her. Exploring her mouth, teasing his tongue against hers, and soft hands roaming up and down her back.

He rubbed her back under the soft shirt, no bra strap blocking his gentle scratches. She arched into his touch.

After all, he’d been dreaming of it for years and he wanted to take his time, even though he was crazy for her and felt this deep animalistic desire, he was gentle with her. Like she could break if he was too rough.

The kiss began to pick up as she slid into his lap, and he encouraged her to rub against his bare thigh. She ground against his tiger tattoo and he could feel the wetness between her thighs leaking onto him already. She moved slowly and uncertainly, his hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips forcefully moving her against him creating friction that made her create a soft whiney noise in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sounds eagerly.

He pulled his lips away breathlessly and dragged his mouth down the column of her throat, kissing sucking and biting wherever he could. Her skin was soft and she smelt like coconuts and something that was just her. He would’ve eaten her whole if he could. She let out soft breaths and sighs, her hips had stopped moving — too distracted by his magical lips.

He stopped to look at her. Really looking.

Her lips were more red, almost like she’d been nibbling on them, and they were all swollen from his kissing. Her cheeks were dusted in a warm pink. Eyes wild and doe-eyed looking up at him. She was picturesque. He wanted to remember her like this forever and be able to come back to this moment at any time. He soaked it in, hoping to remember.

“You seriously are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He said softly running his big hands through her messy hair. His rings were cool on her skin.

“Harry, don’t.” She said bringing her hands to cover her blushing face.

He sighed. “I’m sorry for not telling you every second of every day.”

“Don’t lie, H. I’ve seen the girls you fancy.”

“Only ever fancied you.” He said his hands grabbing hers and moving them away she looked at him, shocked. “Only ever look for your face in a crowd, Baby.”

She didn’t know what to say so she kissed him and he moaned softly when she rubbed herself against him. He was getting harder and harder with each movement until eventually she stopped and moved away.

“Can I suck you off?” She asked, and the filth was shocking to hear from her soft voice and lips.

He nodded hand stroking her cheek. “Yeah, ‘course.”

She moved down to her tummy between his thighs and looked up at him. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She whispered.

He laughed softly, there she was, there was his Y/n. “Thas’ okay, Love, I’ll teach you.”

She slid her hand up his thigh and her fingers found their way into the waistband of his boxers and began to tug them down when he gave her a nod of approval. His stiff dick sprung out against his tummy, and he was completely naked for her. The head of his cock was oozing precum and it dripped down to his balls. Even his dick was pretty. Which she should’ve expected.

It had a blush-coloured tip similar to the shade of his lips, he was veiny and long. So long that he reached his belly button. He was girthy too and as she moved her hand to wrap around it, he hissed at the contact, and she almost dropped her jaw at the fact her fingers weren’t touching. He smirked down at her.

Her reaction was boosting his ego in just the right way.

“You alright down there, Petal?”

She nodded, her lips grazing against his now throbbing cock. He ached for her. The sight of the swell of her ass and plush thighs was making him very needy.

And to the surprise of them both she pursed her lips and spat down onto his dick. She was basically drooling all over him, it leaked down over the length of him coating his prick and he practically whimpered at the sight — it was one of his dreams. She then took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.

His hands had slipped into her hair holding it back from her face and he was letting out loud gravelly moans and sighs of pleasure. He was trying to stop his hips from rolling up into her throat. Her mouth was so deliciously warm and tight against him, he felt like a man deprived of water near a watering hole. Her tongue glided around swirling and sucking and teasing the tip of him. When she began to fondle his balls as well, gently massaging them, he let out a particularly loud whiney noise. She popped out off of him.

“Shh, don’t wanna wake Emma up.” She said before dripping another trickle of spit onto him and continuing her fast and merciless pace on him.

“Can’t help it, when you take me like that. S’fucking good.” He said, as his hips jutted into her throat roughly, without realising. “Shit, fuck, sorry,” He said hearing her throat gag on him.

She just went deeper onto him, until her nose was tickled by the snail trail on his tummy. Pulling back when all her breath had gone. She hardly needed to be taught.

She took deep breaths of air and stroked him slowly in her hand, he was panting at her touch.

“You can use my throat however y’like, Daddy.” She said, voice all raw from his cock having stuffed it just seconds ago, before going back down onto him.

“Just tap m’leg if you need me to stop,” He said and she nodded making a noise around him. His hands pulled her hair up away from her eyes. “sucha’ good fuckin’ girl.” He said pushing her head down once more. Again and again, until he was close to cumming. Which had happened fast, and he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed.

His balls ached for release and her teasing little hands that twisted and stroked him, along with her tongue, had him so loud he’d taken to biting his lip in an attempt to keep his sounds from slipping out. He pulled her off him stroking her cheek gently, swiping some tears away. Her eyes had begun to leak with tears from how deep she was taking him, and it made him throb.

“Gonna’ cum soon, Baby.”

She nodded. “Let me have it please, want your cum. Want it all.”

He stuffed her mouth once more at her words, rutting into her throat until she was gagging and coughing around him. His eyes squeezed shut, “Oh fuck, cummin’,” he hissed. Opening his eyes to watch the sight below him.

Her eyes looked up at him, and that’s what sent him over the edge. With one last thrust, he was cumming, hard, so hard his eyes saw white spots and he shuddered into her. She pulled back coughing, she’d swallowed as much as she could but some of it made its way out and dribbled down her chin. She swiped the rest with her thumb and licked it up.

She was just perfect.

He pulled her up by her chin and kissed her.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He kissed her again before asking her, “Let Daddy take care of ya’ now, is that what y’want sweet girl?”

She nodded. “Yes please.”

“Good girl. So polite.” He said kissing her forehead. His hand slipped into her underwear circling her clit, which was slick with arousal. “So wet for me.”

She sighed leaning closer to his shoulder, pressing her forehead into him to cover her whines. He started to circle her clit faster, and her hips squirmed against his hand he then started teasing her weeping hole. She moaned deliciously into his neck. Felt so good.

“Come rest against me, my love.” She shifted her body at his command and turned to face away from him. Pushing her back into his chest, her bum tucked right against his stiffy. His legs spread open for her to sit in front of him and he grabbed the waistband of her undies pushing her undies down and she threw them to the side with her ankle. She leaned into his shoulder head tipped back and he watched from over her shoulder. Just like the rest of her, her pussy was beautiful. It was glistening in slick and begging for his attention. Beautiful and spread for him like a flower, her swollen bud was puffy and eager to be sucked, licked, and teased.

His hand slipped past her tummy and began to rub her softly coating his finger in her slick, preparing her for him to slip his fingers in. She sighed breathlessly.

“Please, Daddy.” She whispered which made his cock twitch from behind her, she felt against her back.

He slowly slipped one in and her mouth opened but no sound came out until he was all the way inside, knuckle deep, which made her let out a broken cry. “Oh fuck, Harry.”

He began to thrust and curl his finger, moving faster and faster. Her tight pussy clamped down onto him, pulsing every few seconds, as she cried out softly into the room. Her cheeks bloomed with warmth and her body squirmed in pleasure as his other hand kept her legs spread for him. His thumb drew lazy circles on her puffy clit which had her pussy leaking even more onto his finger.

“Like when Daddy takes you like this?”

She nodded. “Mm.”

“Say it, Baby, tell me you like it.”

“I lov-love it when you take me like this.” Her voice was so soft and airy.

He began kissing her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark near her ear. She was too distracted to care about it leaving a mark tomorrow. “My pretty Baby, likes when I tease her little pussy?”

She made a whiney noise and her legs twitched almost shutting.

“So sensitive f’me.”

He slipped another finger inside her and she dripped out even more onto him, crying out softly into the hand she’d brought to her mouth, her slick trickled down her thighs too now and he didn’t slow his movements only went harder and faster into her. Loving the way she melted into his touch.

“Gunna’ cum for Daddy?”

She nodded biting her lip. “‘Feels so good. I’m goin’ ta’ cum soon, Daddy.”

He kept going kissing her skin and massaging her thighs and breasts and eventually her legs shook hard, and shut on his hand and she cried out and pulsed rapidly around his fingers, and he could only imagine how good he’d feel with her cumming on his cock like that. She looked so beautiful he felt like he might cum then and there on her back without having even touched himself. As the peak of her orgasm washed over her he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, giving her just the middle finger.

“Suck,” He told her.

She obeyed sucking dazedly still trying to calm down from her orgasm, when he pulled it out he brought the other one to his lips.

“Mm.” He said softly, she tasted tangy and sweet.

She took some deep breaths as he held her close. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, shutting her eyes and catching her breath, she can’t remember the last time she came like that. So hard that she felt it in her entire body, so hard she saw stars and couldn’t contain her noises.

“Sucha’ good girl, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” She turned her head to the side and kissed him, very softly and slowly. Nothing feverish and rushed like their previous actions and his hands massaged her bare hips, kneading her plush flesh contently. God, she was just so soft, so warm, so wet, and so perfect. It was like he’d dreamt but better, if that was even possible. He was drunk on her touch.

When she pulled away she looked up at him. “I want your cock, please, I need it.” Her little pleads made his balls ache, and he wouldn’t have to be asked twice by her.

“Okay, Baby.” He said running a hand through his hair. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside, completely bare, so perfect to him. Her nipples harden at the cool air, and her skin pimpled. Her body was perfect, every scar, mole, mark, and spot he’d have happily kissed and run his over for hours if she’d allow it.

He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it down in the middle of the bed right in front of her. “Why don’t you lie on your tummy f’me, Petal? Rest on the pillow.”

She nodded and put her hips in line with the pillow, her bum sticking in the air ready for him. His hands rubbed her softly, her skin was so smooth under his hands and he wanted to sink his teeth into her plush flesh. She was so fucking perfect, and the way their bodies knew exactly what to do to the other was just magic like they were made for one another. Just like a pair of contrasting colours splashed on a canvas together, it just worked.

“One sec,” He said leaning over to his bedside table pulling out a condom and ripping it open. He slid it over his leaking prick that was already standing tall at the sound of Y/n’s soft moans and perfect, wet, pussy that was waiting to be stuffed full of him.

Before he slid himself inside her she turned to look over her shoulder. “I ‘aven’t in a while. Be gentle please, Harry.”

He kissed her forehead, “‘Course, Gorgeous.”

He held her hand in his reassuringly as he slowly dipped the tip inside of her, feeling her begin to stretch for him. She was tight, from nerves and the fact he was just so fucking large. She wasn’t nervous because of anything being wrong, she just wanted Harry to like her. She didn’t know how, but he had this incredible talent of making her nervous always. He was just so much more experienced, older, and had much more sex than her. She just worried she wouldn’t be up to his standards.

But when he began to coo her gently and rubbed her back and bum with his hands to relax her, she began to feel less nervous. Harry, though a prick with a filthy mouth and a bit of an attitude problem, would never want anything bad to happen to her and liked her for who she was, as she was. They’d been around each other for years after all, and with that sort of time, you just understand each other. He was a mean prick who had sex with just about anyone and she was a naive good girl who strayed from any attention. But they could still appreciate their differences. She was pleasantly surprised at how well their bodies understood each other too. His cock was the perfect fit for her, and she melted into the pain.

Her thoughts of nervousness were lost when he had stuffed her completely full of him, she could feel the tip of him teasing that spot inside her that she could only ever reach with toys, she let out a whimper. “Fuck, Harry.”

It was millions of times better than anything she’d ever experienced.

He hissed throwing his head back, feeling her stretch around him. “So tight, Love.”

He began to move, keeping true to his word, slow and gentle thrusts. Remaining as shallow with his movements as someone could with a cock that big.

Y/n’s eyes watered in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hand flew back again to grab his wrist. “S’big, Daddy.”

He moaned at the name, it was just so fucking cute coming from her. He wanted to take care of her when she acted all needy like that, “Yeah? Feels big inside your little pussy, doesn’t it?”

God, he was filthy, he made her stomach curl with desire. She never thought she’d like dirty talk all that much, before this she’d felt it was corny coming from boys but coming from his lips it was the closest thing to heaven she’d ever heard.

She nodded into the bed and took her hand back to grip the sheets but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. He used them as leverage to push her back onto him, pinning her hands back, just like he said.

“Feeling alright, Baby?” He asked.

And she nodded once more.

“Tell me.” He told her.

“Feels fuckin’ amazing.” She said struggling to find the words, her orgasm had made her foggy and his cock bottoming out made it difficult to think of anything else.

“Feel so good on m’cock, fucking made to take it, Y/n.”

That made her shiver, the pain had started to subside turning into just pleasure now. “Can go faster, H.” She said just above a whisper.

As he began to go faster and deeper like he’d been desperate to, she got louder and louder, and her pussy made these filthy noises against his cock. He was ruining her completely and she was enjoying every moment. Her eyes turned glossy in pleasure.

He let go of her hands to grab her hips and push her back harder, she began to move her hips to meet his, and he cried out.

“Fuck,” He swore, tossing his head back stray curlings falling over his eyes when he looked back down at her.

He squeezed the flesh of her ass and moved his hand forward onto her hair gently tugging it backward, as he began to pound into her even harder.

“Such a pretty little thing, letting me ruin you, what a good girl.” He said his voice all rough and coarse.

She keened clawing at the bed, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy, I love it thank you.”

Even in bed, she was so polite and obedient, that he wondered what she would be like after being edged for a while. Would her obedience turn to brattiness? He would have to try another time. Made him speed up even more at the thought.

“Wanna see tha’ pretty face while y’taking m’cock,” He said deciding to turn her onto her back he got rid of the pillow, flipping her to face him. Her cheeks were flushed rosy pink, her hair a mess from his pulling, and her eyes were practically black her pupils had gotten so big. She was perfect, his perfect good girl, and so beautiful he could’ve cum just looking at her.

He leaned down kissing her lips, as he continued his thrusts. He dragged his lips down along her jaw and down until he had one of her breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were sensitive to his tongue and her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, scratching along the peaks of his back. She felt so close, she couldn’t control any part of herself.

He moved his attention across to the other nipple, massaging the one that had just been marked with his mouth. She was moaning breathily, back arching up into him. She was so sensitive to his touch, so much so that every brush of skin that he dared to touch felt like it was on fire.

“I’m getting close, Daddy.” She said and he began going even deeper, he could tell by the way her pussy was clamping down onto his prick harder and harder and more often that she was on the brink. It made his stomach turn.

“Atta girl, cum on Daddy’s cock.” Her legs were shaking and she screwed her eyes shut at his words.

“Don’t stop, please.” She said, clawing his back.

He didn’t dare change anything he was doing, he stayed hitting that spot deep inside her that made her scream out and claw him extra tightly. She pulled him closer so his mouth was hovering over hers, her legs wrapped around his back and she clawed his arms desperate for her release. She felt her stomach unravelling in the familiar feeling of her orgasm.

“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum!”

He felt her pulse rapidly on his cock and whined into her lips at the feeling. She made guttural moaning noise, all loud and high, as her legs squirmed and she shook around him. He helped her through her orgasm, stroking her cheek with his hands pecking her lips until she came down from it.

It was even more intense than her first and his cock greedily continued pounding her hardly giving her a chance to rest. He moved her leg up a bit higher against his hip and began to hit that spot even harder than before.

She whined hands reaching up to his hair, tugging it, and he moaned. He loved it when she did that

“Can you handle another, sweet girl?” He asked he had no shame in wanting to watch her cum once more. It was too beautiful of a sight you couldn’t blame him, he was greedy for more.

And she nodded tiredly. “Think so. Might have to make me take it though, Daddy.”

Her voice drove him up the wall. “Fuck, so fucking perfect f’me. Love this pussy.” He moved his hand down to rub her clit, he wanted to speed up this next orgasm to be in time with his, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Watching his cock disappear in her was a sight he hoped to hold onto in his mind. It made his eyes roll back in his head.

He kept throwing his head back and grunting as he continued the final stretch before his orgasm.

“Can you choke me, please? Wanna cum with your hand around m’throat, please.” She asked and it took him by surprise. Little innocent Y/n liked being choked too? God, this really was his idea of heaven.

“Please, what?” He asked sternly.

“Please, Daddy.”

He smirked, and Y/n knew she was done for. He slipped his free hand around her throat, rings cold to her neck as squeezed the sides, he watched her become dizzy with pleasure and she start to show signs of cumming again, which was good because he didn’t know if he’d last much longer.

“Cum for me please, Princess, milk me with that perfect pussy.” He said his voice all rough and slurring, his pussy had him losing his mind. He was so far gone.

With a few more circles on her clit, and deep thrusts she was squirting all over his cock with an intense grip on his prick. He felt her drip down him around his cock making creating more friction for him to continue his merciless pace.

“Cumming,” She cried out loudly lifting a hand to her mouth to cover it, and Harry had honestly forgotten they were supposed to be quiet. The only thing on his mind was filling her with his cum. She was still feeling the wave of her orgasm wash over her and was loose-lipped and limp as Harry started to feel the knot in his tummy unravel in a familiar feeling of complete pleasure.

Her pulsing pussy was squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t wait any longer. “Getting close, Baby.”

“Cum for me Daddy, please want your cum so bad,” She pleaded. He released his grip from her throat and let his forehead press into her shoulder as she pulled him closer. Hands scratching his hair and hugging him close to her body. Craving him.

“Fuck, cummin’ Y/n, cummin’.” He said as his cock twitched hard while he bottom out of her, when his loud moans began to spill from his lips she brought their mouths together and he moaned against her swollen lips.

Even after cumming he stayed inside her for a moment, absolutely spent, head resting on her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back with her hands and didn’t mind him staying close. Eventually, he lifted off of her and kissed her forehead before pulling out, she winced at the feeling of him pulling out of her ruined pussy.

“One sec, Love.”

She nodded. And shifted her hips knowing tomorrow morning she’d struggle to sit. Her hips would probably be bruised and her body would ache, but she did not care one bit. She wouldn’t change what had just happened. She had the best orgasms of her entire life, and Harry seemed pretty content too. And it had been with Harry, of all people it had been with the one person she wasn't supposed to get with.

He tied off the condom and threw it in a little bin by his desk. He walked inside the en suite in his room (he’d won the coin toss), and wet a flannel. He came back with a warm cloth to wipe her down. She squirmed at his touch, feeling very sore and sensitive. “Sorry, Love, I know, but can’t have ya’ all sticky before bed can I?”

She just nodded once again. He put the flannel back in the sink and switched the light off coming back out to find Y/n limp and star-fished in the middle of his bed on the mess of his sheets. She looked completely spent, her three orgasms had tired her out so much.

“Y’ want something to wear?” He asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, Styles.”

He smiled at her usual name for him. “What happened to Daddy?”

“Oh, shut up.” She said blushing, he was probably going to keep bringing that up whenever he could, just to tease her.

He grabbed a big baggy black shirt and some plaid boxers for from his drawer.

“Y’so cute when you blush, you know?”

She frowned hands moving to her face. “Stoppp!” She whispered loudly.

He handed her the clothes and helped her slide into them, and she half expected to be sent back to the couch downstairs and told thanks for the shag, but he pulled the duvet down the bed and patted the middle of the bed for her to sleep there. She moved to lay in the spot and Harry placed the duvet over her.

Sliding back on his boxers from before, and running a hand through his messy sweaty hair he looked over at her. “I’ll get us some water, be right back.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

When he came back with two glasses of water he placed them on the bedside table and sighed before rolling in beside her. She turned to face him. “Hi,” she said with a giggle.

“Hi.” He replied with a small laugh too.

“Your bed's very comfy, Styles.”

“Better than m’couch.” He replied sliding a hand onto her waist to rub her side, soothing her into a restful sleep.

“Much better, should’ve shagged you sooner if it meant bed privileges.”

He scoffed playfully, “Only using me for my cock and the comfy bed, aye?”

She laughed back. “Yeah, obviously, why else?”

He pulled her even closer and turned the tone more serious. “Thank you for before,”

She frowned confusedly. “The blowjob?”

He laughed softly. “No, in the kitchen.”

She laughed at herself. “Oh right,” She said lifting her hand to stroke his cheek which he leaned into. “Well, I like your rotten mouth and shocking brutal honesty and all the rest of you. Don’t worry about those guys.”

He leaned closer, a teasing expression lighting up his face. “You like me?”

She just rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I like you too.”

This made her blush. “Go to sleep.”

“C’mere then,”

She got even closer and fell asleep to the beat of his heart and gentle caress on her back.

The following morning, she woke up early, which was very unlike her, and in a total panic, that Emma might have noticed she was missing from the couch. Harry groaned grabbing her, “Don’t go.”

“Have to, Em’s gonna notice, she’d kill us both.” She said, voice all raspy and eyes bleary.

He whined not letting go. “Stupid Emma.”

“Shh. I’ll see you later.” She was about to leave back downstairs, but he grabbed her and she watched him waiting for what else wanted from her.

“Kiss?”

She leaned down and pecked his lips which he smiled at shutting his eyes to go back to sleep, and she left sneaking back downstairs. Sluggishly wrapping the blanket around her and shutting her eyes, even though she was much too giddy to sleep.

When Emma woke up with a throbbing head she smiled at Y/n and she started making coffee quietly since her head couldn’t handle anything loud. This made Y/n stir, sitting up and turning the telly on sleepily. A re-run of Friends was on and she wrapped herself up in the blanket and sat back watching.

Emma wordlessly passed her a coffee and sat beside her, stealing some of the blanket. They spent the rest of the episode in silence just huddling together for warmth and sipping away tiredly, until Harry’s footsteps could be heard creaking down the stairs.

“Want some pancakes, children?”

The pair nodded.

Y/n looked over at him smiling to herself, he’d changed into a loose navy crewneck and some pyjama pants. He looked gorgeous, and she was reminded of last night. She'd liked him for years, and now she'd done filthy things with him, would she ever recover?

When the pancakes were ready they all sat together at the table. Harry was a wonderful cook, he made a variety of pancakes.

Blueberry, chocolate chip, plain, some with strawberries and cream. He'd brought out lemon and sugar too because that's what Y/n liked on her pancakes, and lots of fruit for Emma. He'd brought out two big jugs of juice for them and a coffee pot.

“Sleep well, Em?” Asked Harry, with a mouthful of blueberry pancake chewing lazily. How did he even look sexy eating?

She nodded. “Yeah,”

“Me too.” He replied before turning to Y/n, who was mid-sip on some juice, it was a mix of berries and tasted sweet. “Y/n?”

She coughed, choking on her juice, and Harry smirked knowingly. Emma patted her back, “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, just wrong hole. I slept fine.” Y/n said.

“Hate when that happens.” Harry teased, and she wanted to kick his shin but Emma definitely would’ve noticed.

They all finished their pancakes and after the big breakfast, Emma had an aspirin and told them both she was going back to bed for a nap.

“I might head off then,” Y/n said, she wanted to go home and nap herself. Harry had kept her awake for a good portion of the night after all, and her body was very sore. “I’ll get an Uber.”

“Alright, Babe,” She said hugging her. Y/n kissed her cheek and hugged her back.

“Bye, Babe,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/n nodded. “Of course, we have to do our monthly movie marathon rain, hail, or shine!”

Emma smiled. “Perfect, get home safe.”

They parted, and Emma went back to her room to sleep. Y/n’s Uber arrived moments later and Harry watched Y/n leave waving with a big devilish grin.

She waved back hopping in the Uber tiredly, as the car pulled away and Harry shut the door, her phone buzzed with a text.

Harry Styles🍒

Can I come over tonight?

Y/n felt a big grin overtake her face.

what on earth for mr. styles?

Harry Styles🍒

Didn’t get to give a you proper goodbye, did I?

Y/n blushed with a small laugh as she typed back.

see u at eight

Harry Styles🍒

See you then Baby X

Y/n bit her lip. What had she gotten herself into?

oh and bring snacks

and that new film u were raving about to niall

Harry Styles🍒

Ok, done. See you tonight. XX

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up similar to last in the kitchen. This was not the Harry she knew, but she didn’t have it in her to complain. She saw flashes of last night of them together and squirmed in her seat.

‘💗💗’ She replied.

When she put her phone down in her lap and stared out at the window she sighed to herself, knowing she was completely done for. Harry had ruined her, she'd never be able to stop thinking about him and last night. However, she had very few complaints about it. Her phone buzzed yet again. She checked it.

Harry Styles🍒 hearted your message.

She smiled even more and shut her eyes, head resting against the leather seat, as she wondered if he was smiling this big too.

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a major obi-wan thought on my bedtime rotation is the idea of sparring with him like that scene from miss congeniality WOAHHH another would be the interrogation with reader being a potential spy idk maybe i just find interrogations sexy.. and u cant go wrong with the classic mean obi wan taming a brat reader whose perhaps his padawan or an unruly senator under his protection ELITEEE

if you want sparring with obi-wan, you can check out my fic betrayal, that was meant to be a quick and dirty 200 words and ended up being a 17K porn novel <3 i totally agree with you on the interrogation front, i swear with the way he holds eye contact with jango in aotc i'm surprised the guy's pants didn't drop of their own accord. all that to say i've chosen the senator plotline <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're not entirely sure how the Force works, but you're willing to bet that it opened its big fat mouth and told your overzealous security guard that you were trying to escape. You made sure to be deadly silent, and you'd blocked the cameras set up to monitor your bedroom, so you know he hadn't seen or heard you. Nevertheless, he stands in your bedroom doorway looking very unimpressed by the one leg you've managed to weasel through your window.

"Tell me, Senator," He calls, voice purposefully casual, like you're not bisected by a pane of glass, "Are you trying to kill yourself so that no one else gets the chance?"

"I'm not going to die." You insist, moving further still out of the window, "I'm going to take a walk."

"How many stories up are we? Two hundred?" Master Kenobi asks, this time stepping forwards into your room. He approaches your window but doesn't grab you, merely staring down at the very long distance between you and the ground.

"One-hundred-and-eight." You grunt, your strength waning the more you hang from the ledge of your window. He notices the strain in your voice, but prolongs your suffering with a thoughtful nod.

"Yes, right. I think that's a wonderful coincidence, then, seeing as how that's the number of bones you're going to break if you fall."

"I'm not going to- fall-!" You gasp at the feeling of your foot slipping against the balcony below you, but you're actually thankful for the Force now that it fuels Obi-Wan's quick reflexes. He dives to catch you, and hauls you up by only one of his hands gripping your bicep. It hurts, but you suppose he was right; it would have hurt a lot more to fall.

You're set on your feet with the expression of a tooka caught shredding its owners bedspread, but Obi-Wan meets your surly pout with an unimpressed look of his own. You're safely on the floor of your apartment, but his hand remains curled around your upper arm.

"I didn't think I needed to specify to you that staying 'out of reach' of your assassins did not mean dangling above them like a strung-up target."

"I was going to take a walk in the city," You repeat, teeth gritted, "I was going to keep my hood up, and I was going to blend in with the crowd."

"An excellent plan, truly," Obi-Wan indulges you, "I'm sure the seasoned bounty hunters that are poised to shoot you on sight would have been fooled by a cloth draped over your hair."

"I'm going crazy in here! I have to get out, I have to do something!" You gush, attempting to tear your arm out of Obi-Wan's grip. He doesn't let go, though, and he muscles it back to your side with a fleeting glint of fury in his eyes that you hadn't thought a Jedi was capable of. He walks forwards, and by extension, you walk backwards until your knees hit the frame of your bed and you're pushed down onto the mattress.

"Senator," He starts, keeping his voice tightly wound as he now looms over you, "I have a duty to protect you, but you have a duty to your own life as well. And I will not see you risk it by hanging yourself off of a skyscraper for something as menial as a stroll in the city! If you'd like to walk, you may walk into the closet and get yourself changed into your nightclothes, because the only thing you'll be doing this late at night is sleeping."

"You're not my daddy," You sneer at the man, his audacity setting something in your chest aflame, "You can't tell me what to do. I'm not going to sleep."

"I find your impression of a petulant toddler truly amusing, Senator," Obi-Wan deflects your persistent attempts at boiling him over, "But as you have a hearing to attend tomorrow, I suggest you take my advice and turn in for the night."

You bite the inside of your cheek so hard you're surprised it doesn't split beneath your teeth. He's right. You have a hearing tomorrow, and you're really only protesting sleep because he's asking you to do it. Perhaps.. perhaps that is below your station.

"Go," Obi-Wan's eyes flicker towards your dark closet, "But I would like you to leave the door open, please."

"What?" You rear your head back indignantly, any succession you'd decided on now gone as you process his request, "I'm not letting you watch me change, you freak!"

"I assure you I will not be watching," Obi-Wan lets go of your bicep, leaving a stinging ring around your skin in his wake, "But should there be any climb-able windows or secret exits in your closet that I'm not yet aware of, I don't want to be slowed down by a lock in my attempts to rescue you from your own foolishness."

"You're crazy. I'm telling the Jedi Council about this." You vow, storming off to your closet and tucking yourself into the walk-in portion so that your bodyguard can't see you as you strip down.

"You're more than welcome to, Senator. I suggest, though, that you be truthful with them about your attempts to fall from the two-hundredth-story of this building, otherwise you're going to make me look rather perverted."

"It's the 108th floor!" You snap, any patience you'd possessed throughout your encounter with Kenobi flooding out of you. It heats your skin, blazes it warm, which is perhaps why you've forgotten you're no longer clothed when you whirl around to correct the man to his face.

You're standing in the doorway of your closet now, very angry and very naked. Master Kenobi's eyes stay politely locked on your own, but one of his eyebrows raises, and a corner of his lips twitch in a barely-concealed smirk.

"Senator, if I were you," He drawls, his gaze heavy upon you despite being fixed on only your eyes, "I wouldn't tell the Council that you're giving me a strip show."

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I'm a slut for this scenario, so I would like to request how the guys of your choosing would react to being in a really tiny and closed space with their crush? Ex, in a closet or in between a wall fjdnjxnd gender neutral pls! Thank you and I wish you luck for your blog 😖❤️‍🩹

Ty 💚 btw anyone else getting wacked out spelling harbors name like harbor and not harbour cos every time I do it just feels Wrong

Sova

- Sova is a big guy alright, we all know that

- that means he’s getting real close with his crush right now

- if you’re looking for it, you can feel his heartbeat. It gets faster the longer y’all are smushed together

- honestly this probably happened on a mission and was a duck-for-cover gone wrong

- so he’s like. Mildly out of breath, his eyes are all intense from the fighting

- if you ask, the blush creeping up his neck is just from exertion, totally not because he can feel you pressed against him the way he’s imagined so often

- he wants the moment to last, wants to keep looking down at you but there is a mission and he is the golden boy

Cypher

- this one also happened on a mission

- cypher was set up for surveillance and had covered his hiding spot to hell and back with tripwires and cages

- thoughtful you went to go check on him, tripped about 48 times, and narrowly avoided stepping on a piece of his equipment

- in the process of Not Dying, you end up knocking cypher against the wall

- and hoooooooo man if that doesn’t do it for him a little bit

- fr tho he is.. well he’s cypher so he’s gonna be suave and be grateful he wears a mask so you can’t see his dopey smile because cmon that was kinda endearing

- doesn’t mean you can’t hear it in his voice as he teases you tho

- “you should really look where you’re going habibi”

- he likes seeing your eyes this close, he thinks they’re beautiful

Chamber

- you and chamber were having a petty argument about weapon design whilst walking down the hallways of the VP headquarters

- he’s passionate about it and thinks he knows better than you

- so to get your point across, you pull on his tie to bring his head close to yours

- you figured he’d keep his balance but poor chamber wasn’t expecting that at all and one hundred percent stumbles forward

- now you’re caught off guard and both of you end up crashing backwards into crates of supplies left in the hallway

- thankfully for chambers ego, he holds himself up against the crates so that he’s leaned over you and you’re trapped between his arms holding his tie like an idiot

- and because he is chamber, he flirts

- “if you wanted me closer, all you had to do was ask. Best not to make a mess, non?”

Yoru

- remember how in retake phoenix ziplines with his gun or whatever

- so he’s bragging about that and yoru is like “watch this” and tries to do it too but Cooler B)

- so a small group of you are gathered in the practice room, watching yoru zipline across the room

- except he slips 3/4 of the way down and crashes right into you

- y’all end up falling back into a cramped space meant to be rubble

- his pride- but also he’s worried about you because he did kind of just fall on you

- you’re fine, just a few lil scrapes

- the embarrassment on yoru’s face makes up for him falling on you

- he’s totally trying to brush it off, especially in front of you and the other agents, but you saw that genuine care he has for you

Omen

- you’re hunting around in one of the little supply closets on the base when omen teleports in

- he was looking for some of his yarn that he’d ordered and didn’t expect anyone else to be in the closet

- so he teleports in and jump scares you basically

- he catches you by instinct but the supply closet really was not made for more than one person to be in it at a time, especially with all the stuff in there

- it’s a little cramped but he feels too awkward to teleport out now. And also he wants his yarn

- this close, you can really see the way his slits get bigger and smaller repetitively, mimicking a kind of blinking

- his hands are cold too, where they’re on your shoulders to steady you

- bless his heart, he doesn’t know what to say except for a quiet “sorry”

- you laugh it off and ask him what he was looking for

- “yarn.”

- if you pay close attention you can see that his face slits are growing brighter than they usually do and some of his shadowy smoke seeps from under his hood

- you help him find his yarn but not before omen moves to stand in the doorway instead so you have space

- he flexes his claws as he watches you, a nervous habit he’s picked up over the years

- y’all have some idle chit chat about what he’s working on. Omen even offers to keep you company while you do whatever

Phoenix

- he trips and falls forward onto you

- it’s not graceful At All

- he’s kinda dumbfounded, holding himself up with his hands by your head

- 1. He’s embarrassed but 2. Holy shit he’s this close to you and the way you’re looking at him

- huh that’s weird the heater came on but only in the common room

- “you okay phoenix?”

- that snaps him out of his little moment and he scrambles back on his feet to help you up

- he apologises so much but really it’s fine, accidents happen! Still, he feels like he wants to make it up to you in some way

- you suggest watching a movie

- and if you snuggle a little closer during it, it’s just cos he’s warm and toasty ;)

Kayo

- it happens on the way back from a mission

- y’all are in the back of the vulture

- you’re behind Kayo cleaning gunk and dirt off of him when y’all experience some turbulence

- you were standing to clean him and end up getting jostled around

- you probs would’ve fallen on your face had he not reacted ultra fast and pulled you close to him

- you’re basically in his lap now

- like Phoenix, his body heats up and it’s totally just a robot thing, no other reason

- you’re startled, being this close to Kayo

- but since you’re here now, you start cleaning the front of him too

- this is what makes him short circuit lmao

- the fact that he’s fully capable of doing it himself but you’re cleaning him just to be nice

- the face you make in concentration, picking at a spot that won’t come off- that’s his new favourite face of yours. The way your eyebrows pull together a little, a bit of a nose scrunch as you peer closer

- he has never felt so cared for by a human before

Harbor

- some of the younger agents wanted to see harbors powers so he was showing off a little bit

- poor you turned the corner at just the right time to be smacked in the face by a wall of water

- okay he laughs a little bit but he is immediately apologising

- he pulls you behind him to a bathroom and gets a towel to dry you off

- you just kind of let him dry at least your head off. You’ll go change into different clothes after

- he’s very meticulous in drying you off and when he gets to your hair he ruffles it with the towel

- you shriek and try to duck away from him but he is having way too much fun with this

- he finally stops when you put your hands over his and damn that big stupid smile on his big stupid face

- “you look like a wet sewer rat”

- you fake gasp and try to hold back a smile

- and harbor is just thinking about how he could get addicted to seeing that

Breach

- one of his arms came off during a mission so you’re hanging out with him in his room while kj fixes it

- he gets up to get smth but doesn’t realise how off balance he is without the other arm. I mean those things have gotta be fuckin Heavy

- so he instantly starts tilting over and then you shoot up to help balance him

- but he’s too far gone and now you’re falling with him

- at least you land on his chest which is softer than a metal arm

- he’s kind of at a loss for words though and the fact that you’re basically laying on top of him does not help his brain function

- for once he has nothing to say

- which is only worrying to you

- “are you ok? That looked like it hurt. Sorry for falling on you too”

- he’s totally fine except for not being able to get that image of you out of his head

- he totally imagines you cuddling up to him while sleeping now

Brimstone

- not to be an old man but he definitely got a sharp knee pain and stumbled

- you made him sit down so you could make sure he was ok, that it wasn’t bruised or anything after a mission

- he’s fine just aging but the thought makes him feel fuzzy inside

- he tries to reassure you he’s okay but you seriously insist on taking him to see sage or Skye just to make sure there’s nothing wrong

- he secretly adores how doting you can be and won’t complain if you stick close to him for a bit after

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lie. Courtney confirmed that their grandpa had Native American ancestry and that no one but one aunt ever made any attempt to reconnect with that side of the culture. LO herself has multiple times talked about how "you don't need to practice the culture to be an ethnicity", which shows a horrible misunderstanding of what ethcnity even is. she has said that the only time she ever talked with anyone from the Nation was during the funeral of her grandpa. speaking of her grandpa, she also lied about being gifted by that grandpa a cheap piece of jewelry with a "native american looking" coin at the center that was actually designed by a white man, whose father actually displased real native american. later she said she just happened to find that "family heirloom" around the stuff of her grandpa. Courtney said that their grandpa would never being caught dead with such a piece of actual literal cultural appropriation. then LO never mentioned it ever again. then LO used that same piece as the only thing on her body while going topless on Youtube. because that is how you reconnect with a culture, right? by literally sexualizing it? and never actually being part of the community or the culture? that is how you do it, right? right? 2. LO is the one who plays into blood quantum, anon, you got ir backwards. she was the one who insisted that her blood quantum was acceptable enough to be considered a full Cherokee (nevermind, again, the Nation never claimed her and she never had any active contact with that community). when people would ask her why she was going around calling herself Cherokee, LO was the one who pulled out a number (2/1 was it, LO?) as some kind of proof. i called that as racist, which it was, because for indigenous and Native American people what matters is more the culture than any amount of blood someone could or couldn't have. 3. so now we're blaming Lizzy because of the brownfacing avatar. so why did you had MO drawing your new avatar with that exact same skin tone? just because you aren't using that avatar anymore, doesn't mean that it stopped existing.

if you knew that was never your skin tone and you knew people had a problem with it, why did you keep it in? why you never yelled to anyone making your skin look like that like you did yelled at them when they made your avatar slighty curvier?

when was this energy for a skin tone that only now you recognize was a problem in the first place? furthermore, i remember you insisting that the avatar was your real depiction. i remember you saying that it was totally taken from your real life picture (if you pick the shadow). i remember you saying that it was "colder" as if that meant to be a defense of some kind.

4. very dumb, indeed. because racism that you commited for years against a community you never had any active contact with and used them as accesories for years is dumb. said the racist white person who is a dissapointment for their only actually Native relative alive.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is brownfacing

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Hi! Are you familiar with Storm from X-Men? I was wondering if you could make a Radiant!reader who can basically control the weather like how Storm does in X-Men. Thank you!

Weather Controlling Radiant!

A/N : If you would like for me to write other characters opinions I totally can! This was such a cool idea! I hope I brought it life <3

CW : GN!Reader, hints at a relationship ? (reyna)

Powers/Kit :

I loved this idea. I imagined the kit as well for in game/immersing ideas. You would come in with flashes that could zone or do some damage because it's a literal lightning strike! Your ult could be similar to Fade’s but instead it’s fog and everyones sound gets messed up and ‘backwards’. (Almost like a confusing maze of where am I/where are you). I also thought of something similar to Harbor with rain that slows enemies when they try to push/leave a site. For a third move you would have ‘snowballs’ much like a molly that you throw and it applies freeze damage.

Other Agents Opinions :

Fade :

Fade thinks it’s fascinating that you can control the weather. Could you always create nightmares out of fog? Maybe you were hiding something deep down.. She wants to know. She’s always watching you on the battlefield even if it seems she’s not.

“That Y/N.. They're crafty. I think you chose the right one Brim.”

Yoru :

I have a feeling that he would be a jerk at first.. He’s like that with all new recruits! But when you zapped him for his attitude he gained some respect. He will totally go over ideas to combo your flashes and powers.

“Y/N! We should double flash the Phoenix.. Imagine the look on his face. Pathetic.”

Brimstone :

When Brimstone found you he saw great purpose.. You would fit right in with Astra and Harbor! He was convinced your powers were similar to theirs and recruited you right away. He may be stubborn but he always is there and listens for anything you need. He protects his people!

“Welcome to Val HQ, Y/N. You ever need anything, I gotcha. Holler if you get lost!”

Reyna :

She will think you’re AMAZING. A radiant with such powers? Impressive.. She wants to train with you any chance she can get. If you wanted I feel that she would love to be a close friend.. Or even more.

“Oh my.. What has the old dog brought in. I’m Reyna. Let me show you around.”

Phoenix :

You know this man is going to complain. You can control ALL weather?! Why did he only get fire? Mans got cheated! He will hang around you a lot and say the two of you were meant to be friends. He will even make cheesy nicknames for the two of you.

“Wildfire.. No. Firestorm.. No.. Why are you walking away? The next one will be great - I promise!”

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 6: Operation '86

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

4519 word count

Warnings: Canon typical violence; reference to physical child abuse; discussions of being queer in the 80s

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull

Chapter Synopsis: Welcome back to Hawkins, old friends. Get out your whiteboards and red string. Keep a look out for the ‘Exit 2022’ sign. Buckle up, because this is the penultimate chapter.

Author’s Note: I am hugely grateful to everyone who gave feedback about the Gareth reveal. I’m glad you love him, because he’s here and friends… he’s queer. Pls see the end note!

1985 - 1986

Gareth knew he loved Eddie. He loved every performance. Lunchtime drama. Hellfire campaign. Corroded Coffin show. He loved every act of kindness. Rides home when it was raining. Arms around the shoulders when Gareth turned up to school with a black eye. Taking the heat when Jason Carver was in the mood to beat the freak out of someone.

Yeah, Gareth knew he loved Eddie. Was in love with him. He’d done a pretty magnificent job at pushing all that down though. He’d resigned to a life of longing, hoping that maybe the world would be different or maybe when he could get himself out of Hawkins.

Then, ’86, baby. That was the last he saw Eddie. The scene was imprinted so vividly in his mind. The magazine. The table tops. Dustin and Mike. Army crawling towards a D, and it was going to be his year.

Everything happened kind of slowly and all at once after that. People were saying that Eddie murdered Chrissy and that Hellfire was a cult. The town was losing their collective shit and Gareth was frozen into inaction.

After Jason smashed Gareth’s head into the ground, snarling with the pious venom of a man possessed by grief-stricken denial, Gareth sobbed. He threw things around his bedroom, swore at his sister, and got his second beating of the day.

In the aftermath of the earthquake, Gareth found all the other members of Hellfire, but not their beloved dungeon master. Dustin, always larger than life, seemed so small as he told Gareth that Eddie was missing.

Something broke in him that day. Whatever hope Gareth was holding onto for a better future was snuffed out.

He watched his sister leave Hawkins and he was happy for her. She had started a family; he loved his niece. You were rambunctious and comfortably weird and totally yourself from the get go.

Gareth never left, and although he never spoke of his teenage years, he was constantly reminded of them. Hawkins made sure of that.

Then, his sister moved back, bringing you. You with all your questions and interests and outspoken queerness. Gareth liked having you and your mother there though; it was the least lonely he had felt since before Eddie went missing.

2022

Eddie.

Eddie who was standing in front of Gareth, looking the exact same as he did back in 1986.

“Gareth?!”

Dustin Henderson’s voice was loud as he called over the fence, “Guys? We’re here!” The group let themselves through, congregating just outside the pool house’s open door.

He couldn’t take it; Gareth took a wobbly step backward and ran for the house. Eddie went to go after him but you put your arm out to block his way.

“Let me… Let me go talk to him. You deal with them,” you told Eddie, motioning to the group of ragtag adults standing in your backyard.

Giving Dustin a kind of ‘hi/bye’ smile, you left them to head inside. You could hear the reunion behind you, thirty-six years in the making.

You found your uncle in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at the sensible shoes on his feet. Carefully, you entered the room, sitting next to him.

“You knew Eddie… in high school?”

He took a while to answer, barely moved as he spoke. “I was… I was in Hellfire. And… Corroded Coffin.” Gareth hadn’t said those combinations of words in so long, they felt foreign on his tongue. Bitter to taste.

“Do you want to know-”

“No. No. I don’t want to know anything. I can’t do this again.”

There was no correct amount of time to let pass in silence. What could you possibly say to explain the presence of Eddie and how he was – unchanged and in the pool house? Although, it wasn’t the time travel that seemed to be impacting your uncle the most.

“We’re going to send him home,” you eventually whispered. “They’re gonna fix this.”

Gareth moved then. He turned to look at you, the sadness replaced with a sort of fearful realisation. “You’re sending…” He struggled to say his name. “Eddie back?”

When you nodded, Gareth stood, his mind ticking over a million miles an hour.

“How does that work? He goes back and-and history’s just… rewritten? What if it changes everything? Or does it… I don’t know, create a new reality?!”

“Woah, woah, I don’t know? Okay? That’s kind of Dustin’s thing?” you said, standing too.

“Dustin’s thing?!” Gareth repeated, all the images in his head of Dustin Henderson flashing through his mind.

“I know this is a lot… But surely it explains some things, right? Eddie said when he found out that, like, the supernatural was real, it freaked him out, but it made sense. And now you know that Eddie didn’t kill anyone. And where he went,”

“I knew he didn’t kill anyone. And we all knew something was wrong here. That there was something wrong with Hawkins. That’s not why- That’s…” But your uncle, who apparently you didn’t know at all, couldn’t explain why he was on the cusp of a panic attack.

Gareth paced and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to hug him. Desperately, you wanted to ask a million and one questions.

“I’ll… let you process. I got a new phone, so message if… if you need anything. Or want… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Uncle G… I didn’t know.”

Gareth watched you leave, the same moxie in you that he saw in the kids he grew up with. It scared the absolute shit out of him.

…

“You’re Gareth’s niece?!” Dustin said when you got back to the pool house.

Before you could answer, Eddie was up and hugging you. His face was buried in your hair, and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. He’ll be alright. I think. I don’t know. Let’s just focus on this right now.”

Letting Eddie go, you looked around the room. “Um… Hi. Everyone.”

Dustin moved to pull you into a bear hug. “It’s good to meet you in person. Guess you’ve been family all along, huh?”

“Hawkins is… small…” was all you could say.

“Small and evil. Let’s do this. I wanna get out of here,” a voice added to your statement, prompting Dustin to let you go.

“Didn’t expect you to show up, Applejack,” Eddie said, nodding to the owner of the voice.

“Yeah, well, let’s be real. I’ve always been half the brain of this operation, and someone needed to watch out for these idiots,” she said. “Hi. I’m Erica,”

“Sinclair, right?” you replied, taking the hand she’d offered. Erica nodded.

Lucas’ kids had snitched on him; they had told their cousins about his trip with Uncle Dustin back to Hawkins. Erica had called her brother as soon as she heard. “What on God’s green earth has possessed you to go back there?!”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie. He’s there,” Lucas had said.

That’s all it took. Eddie had been nice to Erica. She still remembered his graceful bow to her when she took out Vecna in Hellfire Club’s final session.

Honestly, that’s all it took for them all. Max, Steve, and Robin all remembered Eddie’s terrified eyes. They remembered the week he spent cold and hungry and hunted in Rick’s boat shed. They remembered how sick everyone was guilt and grief when he never came through Watergate. They remembered Dustin never being the same again.

Of course, his name was all it took.

After the introductions were had and the shock of seeing Eddie unchanged had waned a little, Dustin asked, “Do you have, like, a whiteboard?”

“No. No, I don’t. No red string and pins either. Sorry,” you replied.

“Yeah, man. You already look like you’re having too much fun with this,” Eddie chimed in. He was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes kept flicking from person to person, trying to make himself recognise his friends.

“This is a trip,” Robin said, for the third time.

“Yeah. Can you like, stop staring at me though?” Eddie said. “Harrington, can you do something about her?”

Steve looked from Robin to Eddie and back again. “Uh… No?”

“Good to see you’ve not changed,” Eddie told him, patting him on the back.

“Time travel’s real,” Robin stated. “Like, real real,”

“After everything, that’s where you draw the freaky line?” Max asked her. Robin just shrugged.

…

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you had no hope that any of the ideas were going to pan out. They were already clutching at straws and it was only the first day of Operation: ’86.

Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Steve had taken Steve’s rented car and headed back to the lake. Although you had gone diving looking for the gate, they figured they knew what they were looking for. They were going to the site of all the gates that had ever existed. As far as they knew, Eleven had closed the rip between here and the Upside Down but it was worth checking out.

Max and Robin set up at the bar. Robin was on the phone to Nancy Wheeler, who wouldn’t step foot in Hawkins, but agreed to do what she could from New York. Max was calling anyone else who may have ideas, information, or supernatural spider senses.

“I feel useless,” Eddie said.

The couch had returned to its sofa state, and you sat next to him, holding his hand.

“I don’t think there’s a whole lot you can do,” you told him. What you wanted to add was that maybe he needed to be prepared for the fact that there might not be anything anyone can do.

Eddie was leaning forward, his free hand rubbing his face and shaking.

“So, my uncle…” It was purely a distraction attempt. But it worked.

“Christ. Yeah. Gareth. He isn’t a part of… all this,” Eddie told you, pointing to the two women at the bar. “He is… was… my friend. Known him almost my whole life, you know?”

“What was he like then?”

Eddie grinned. “He tries real hard to be a tough guy, but he’s the sweetest kid. Wicked drummer. Like, he’ll always have the songs down first. Always says we could go harder. Faster. And, uh,” Eddie paused to chuckle. “Always picking splinters out of his fingers. From his sticks,”

“I didn’t even know he played,”

“Guess having a murderer in your band takes the shine off the rockstar dream,”

“Eddie. He knows you didn’t do anything. He said he knew then too,” you tried to reassure.

Eddie nodded. “Gareth the Great…” he mumbled. “Cautious player, but smart…”

You’d succeeded in distracting Eddie from the task of time travel, but you’d replaced one trauma with another. What kind of life was waiting for him back then? What had happened to the rest of Hellfire Club, now the pitchforks were sharpened and the town mob’s torches were lit?

Eddie had hope though. You could tell. It wasn’t just that he spoke in present tense, like his life still existed, ready for him to step back into. There was a brightness in his eyes that Dustin and co. had switched on.

By the end of the day, it had dimmed.

There were no gates. There was no Hawkins Lab. Redevelopment and gentrification had claimed much of the land that once seemed critical to the fate of Hawkins. There weren’t any old buildings for ghosts to find home in. There was nothing.

Max and Robin came up short too. They’d even tried to get in touch with scientists, people with some level of credibility studying anything remotely related to time travel.

“They either thought I was crazy or they were too interested,” Max reported.

“Too interested?” you asked.

“Like kidnap Eddie and keep him in a lab interested,” Robin clarified.

Eddie didn’t like the déjà vu he was experiencing. Dustin sat on the coffee table in front of him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about.

Max was quiet; Robin not so much. “We’ll be able to figure this out, right? Even without… everyone. He’s not just stuck here, is he?”

“Na. No. Of course not. Right? Dustin? Right?” Steve said, the only one willing to answer Robin. Steve stood with his hands on hips. He was too old for this bullshit, he thought.

It was all too familiar, besides Erica and Lucas sitting side by side on the end of your bed. And you. Eddie turned to look at you, one hand still in yours and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

He began to shake his head. There was nothing you could say though.

“We need to stop with the phone calls,” Steve decided then. “We don’t know how you got here, but we know the type of people who involve themselves in this sort of thing,”

“This sort of thing?” you asked.

“Trust us. We know about… this sort of thing,” Robin asserted.

“Last thing we need is to be on anybody’s radar,” Steve continued.

“Too late,” from Lucas.

“Excuse you?” Erica said, leaning back to look at her brother, entirely unimpressed.

“Not me! Him!” Lucas accused, pointing at Dustin.

“Don’t worry. It’s not about this,” Dustin said like it was going to answer any questions. All eyes were on him. “I’ve been… tinkering. With some ideas. Prototypes. Nothing big. It’s just got me noticed. Nothing to worry about,”

“He’s on the C.I.A.’s watch list,” Lucas clarified.

“What?!” Steve yelled. “Our kids are friends, man!”

The group erupted into the type of bickering only possible within a group of people who loved each other dearly and had been to hell and back together.

Eddie remained silent, leg bouncing, deep in thought.

“Ed?” you whispered, pulling him back to reality.

He looked over at you, a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

The group settled into a moment of silence. Then Steve asked, “Does that mean you could, like, build a time machine?”

“How’d you get dumber with age?” Dustin replied, staring in disbelief.

They stayed until well after the sun set. In the end though, they still had nothing. The finality of that was settling into your consciousness as you served pizza up on paper plates to Max and Robin.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” Robin started. “But if… If we can’t find a way, are you going to… keep him?”

“He’s not a lost dog,” Max laughed.

You looked over to where Steve and Eddie were engaged in conversation on the sofa. Steve was talking and Eddie was just watching him, his brows knitted in confusion but the edges of his mouth turned up in a dead giveaway indicator that he was amused.

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica had ventured inside the main house, going to see their old friend and hopefully provide some sort of comfort.

“I’m just asking because you seem close… already,”

“Uh, I don’t- We haven’t, like, talked about that. We’ve just operated under the assumption that he is going home,” you told them.

“But if he can’t?” Robin pressed.

Max gave you a knowing smile. “Kind of makes sense that he stays here. Gareth can like, bridge the gap. And you like him,” she reasoned.

Eddie had reached out and pulled Steve into a hug. He glanced up at you though, smiling wide.

When the others returned and the pizzas were demolished, the room fell into a sad quietness that was meant for Eddie, and only Eddie, to break. He cleared his throat.

“So, that’s it then,” he said nodding his head once, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“No, man, we-” Dustin went to say.

“No. Don’t… don’t bullshit me, man. We were making it up as we went along then. Still doing it now,” Eddie interrupted.

“If we knew why the gate spit you out here…” Lucas tried.

“There’s no why. It doesn’t make sense. Gone through it all. Vecna. The Upside Down. Eleven. Creel. Fuckin’ hive mind. I don’t think this was on purpose,” Eddie stated more matter-of-factly than emotionally. The emotions would come later.

“It was random. There’s… anomalies in everything. Maybe you just got really unlucky, Eddie…” What Max had said made a lot of sense; she was right. Every law of science and the supernatural had exceptions. One offs. Strange things. Unexplainable events that couldn’t be repeated.

“Eddie, you’re welcome to come back with me. We got a guest room all set up. You can teach the rugrats Dungeons and Dragons,” Steve said, his words spilling out fast in a desperate attempt to fix the problem.

“Nah, Harrison. I think your days of adopting people way younger than you are over,” Eddie joked, that emotion starting to seep in now.

“What he’s saying is that you have family here. The offer is the same for me. Suzie already said if you needed a place to go, you’re always welcome,” Dustin told him.

“Same with us,” from Lucas.

Eddie was going to turn them all down and you knew why. He looked at you.

“He stays here,” you announced to the room. “He…” Eddie’s eyes were glossy with tears. “He belongs here. We’ll figure it out.”

They stayed for a beer or two, then made their way back out the gate and around the front to their cars. Staying away from their lives – partners and children and careers and C.I.A. watch lists – couldn’t be justified when there was simply nothing to be done.

As soon as you were alone with Eddie, he was on you, pulling you into a tight hug. He was shaking and holding in whimpers.

“I mean it, Eddie. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

…

Once Eddie could stand without leaning on you, you ushered him into the tiny bathroom for a shower. Leaving him to it, you went back inside the house, finding your mum had returned home from work.

“Eddie Munson – THE Eddie Munson – is out in the pool house?!” she yelled as soon as she saw you.

“Why does it seem like the issue is that it’s Eddie, not that time travel happened and there’s been fucking monsters in Hawkins this whole time?”

“Oh, of course all that magic monster stuff is real. It was either that, or my brother was truly an agent of Satan and believe me – Gareth is the last person Satan would want as the face of the company,”

“That… feels like an insult?” Gareth said.

You were standing in the kitchen, your mum not pausing her vegetable preparation despite the conversation being what it was. Your uncle was sat at the table, picking at his nails.

“Right, well if you don’t think Eddie is the devil, why are you acting all high and mighty about it?” you asked her.

She sighed and shot her brother a look. The silence was heavy.

“I’ve done a super good job at not asking you guys about, you know, Hawkins or how you grew up or my grandparents or anything. And now that I know about some of it, I get it. It fucked you up. But I just met a whole group of people that were smack bang in the middle of it and they’re willing to talk about it. They went on with their lives, you know?”

“Now who’s being high and mighty?” your mum mumbled under her breath. You were too much like her.

You couldn’t have known but you weren’t being fair. You weren’t even being factual. Yeah, you’d met some people who made it out of Hawkins semi-adjusted enough to forge lives. But you didn’t know Nancy or Jonathan. You never knew Eleven or Mike. And you sure as fuck never knew Will Byers – who had so much in common with your uncle but could never shake the violent cold of the Upside Down.

Gareth was not unkind though, and he didn’t want you to be angry or feel lied to. Maybe it was time to let go of what he had been holding onto his whole life.

“Eddie was the first person I ever loved,” he said. Your mum put her knife down and looked at her brother. He’d never said it out loud.

“Like, loved loved?” you asked.

Gareth nodded. “Yeah. Straight away. He walked up to me one day, said he liked my shirt, and told me about D&D… Didn’t know about it before him. But, ah, changed my life, I guess. That and the band. Gave me something to… Focus on.”

The revelation made you desperately sad, but it began to glue together pieces of information you knew.

“You know why we don’t see your grandparents,” your mum added. “If you think they’re bad now, with their Trump bullshit, you should have seen them back then when it was okay to be like that. The way they-” but she couldn’t finish the sentence, her words swallowed by memories.

You understood the subtext of the conversation. For the first time in your entire life, you were on the exact same page as your mother and uncle.

“Do you want to… see him?” you braved the offer.

“It’s been a big day,” Gareth said, smiling up at you. “Maybe tomorrow. Sounds like he’s going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe. Probably. Dustin’s meant to be the smart one and good with… this stuff. But I don’t think he has any idea really,”

“Well… Maybe it’s for the best. You have no idea what sending him back could do,” he replied, echoing what he had said earlier in the day.

You nodded.

After kisses on the cheek, you left brother and sister in the kitchen of their house. Your mum went back to cutting vegetables, but Gareth knew her better than that.

“Something you want to say?” he deadpanned.

“Well, this could be a good thing. Resolve all the ‘sad gay boy loses love of life and never recovers’ thing,” she said in one breath out, like she had been holding it in for years.

Gareth looked at her. “I think that was hate speech.”

…

Eddie was still in the shower when you stepped back into the pool house. You got changed into something more comfortable, including Eddie’s new/old Gremlins shirt that didn’t smell like him but it was as close to ‘girlfriend feels good wearing boyfriend’s clothes’ as you were going to get.

When he did make his way out, eyes crying-bloodshot red, he lit up at you.

“Thought you bought that for me?”

“Sharing’s caring,” you sing-songed back.

“Guess if I’m… sticking around, I better figure out a way to make some money of my own,” he said, jumping onto the bed in only the towel that hung low on his hips.

“2022 has a surplus of drug dealers. What’s your backup trade?”

“Heavy metal.” The reply was instant and his expression blank for a few seconds before he grinned ear to ear. “Seriously though… My plan was to graduate. That’s taking longer than first anticipated. Then, I don’t know. Get of Hawkins.”

You thought for a second. Eddie was scared that maybe you’d judge him; maybe his lack of a five year plan and real life adult skills would be unattractive. But when you spoke again, there was still the same softness and affection in your voice as before.

“Can I be honest with you, Eddie? Like… Really honest?”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face, trying to find clues that would tip him off to what you were about to say.

“I’ve been thinking about the whole time travel thing. Something my uncle’s said a few times. If you go back-”

“I could fuck everything up for everyone? Yeah. Yeah, I keep thinking about it too.”

You and talked through the possibilities; while acknowledging that anything was possible, there were two more likely outcomes of a time traveler returning to their original place in time and space.

First: multiple universe theory. Eddie would leave your known reality, and return to his, setting it on a different path, but leaving yours unchanged. That was best case.

Second: rewritten history theory. Eddie would leave 2022 and return to 1986, thereby changing history entirely. Given he was now armed with all known information about Vecna, the subsequent events in Hawkins, and not to mention – everything that has happened since ’86, that could be very dangerous.

“Can’t even pretend I’d go back and not use what I know,” Eddie said. “And if I don’t go missing, if all that shit doesn’t happen to Gareth and your mum doesn’t leave Hawkins and… What if I like, unmake you?”

It really wasn’t funny, but you laughed. “I mean, it could be worse, I guess?”

“How? How could it be worse than you not existing?”

You were cringing before you finished speaking. “Let’s say you go back. You hang out with Gareth more, because, you know, he loves you so much. You get to know my mum. My mum is kind of amazing. Like, she’s super sassy and likes metal. Heart of gold. You fall in love with-”

“Stop! I get it!” Eddie almost screamed, standing up and grabbing the towel before it could fall to the ground. He busied himself finding clothes.

“Eddie. What if you married my mum?” You were just teasing at that point.

“Sweetheart, I’m warning you.” Eddie was half naked and pointing at you, dead serious but looking ridiculous.

You lowered your voice and scrunched up your face in a disgusted expression. “You could end up being my dad.”

Eddie froze, his head tilted just enough that you knew he was about to do something. Then he did; he leaped across the room in a few long bounds and you barely made it out of the way.

“Take it back!” he yelled, chasing you.

“No! Time travel’s fucked up! Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?!” you squealed back, laughing until Eddie caught you.

His tickling very quickly turned to peppering you with kisses. “I.” Kiss. “Don’t.” Kiss. “Understand.” Kiss. “That.” Kiss. “Reference.”

Sighing, you playfully kicked him away, sitting up. “Eddie. I don’t think you’re going back there.”

He sat opposite you, holding both your hands in his. “Yeah… I know. Even if Gandalf’s eagles get here, I can’t go back to the Shire now. They were happy. Today. Everyone. They’ve made it, you know? Dustin has his own little freak Hendersons. I can’t risk that…”

You agreed with him, entirely, but felt suddenly compelled to offer an alternative perspective. To give him options.

“You could go back and be the hero though, right? Save the others? Mike, right?”

Eddie winced at the name. It hurt to know that not long after he went M.I.A., little Wheeler, with his lanky arms and steadfast obliviousness, had died.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie whispered, looking up at you, the saddest you’d seen him since you pulled him from the water. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

End Note: Anybody wonder what Steve and Eddie were talking about? Hmmmmmm. One chapter to go, so please place your bets and put in your requests for any final details you wanna seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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teaspoonnebula · 1 year

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The Speckled Band Part 2 - Thoughts!

"I will do nothing of the kind. My stepdaughter has been here. I have traced her. What has she been saying to you?"

"It is a little cold for the time of the year," said Holmes.

He's such a troll. Absolute legend. No time for abusive bullies in Baker Street.

The thing that perturbs him most about the encounter is that he is mistaken as having a close official association with the police.

"He seems a very amiable person," said Holmes, laughing. "I am not quite so bulky, but if he had remained I might have shown him that my grip was not much more feeble than his own." As he spoke he picked up the steel poker and, with a sudden effort, straightened it out again.

I love the absolute assuredness that he has that he will be able to unbend the poker.

I only trust that our little friend will not suffer from her imprudence in allowing this brute to trace her.

Our little friend

I mean as a 5"3 woman if anyone calls me their 'little friend' I'd livid, but there is something charming about how immediately protective he is of Helen Stoner.

The total income, which at the time of the wife's death was little short of 1100 pounds, is now, through the fall in agricultural prices, not more than 750 pounds. Each daughter can claim an income of 250 pounds, in case of marriage.

It's always so hard to know how much salaries amount to in these stories - the benchmark I use is that in a later story we will meet someone who works a clerical position for the government, lives in rooms in central London and goes to a gentleman's club who Holmes says earns £450 a year, which he describes as a 'modest' income. We will also meet an academic who officially earns £700 a year - this is seen as enough to allowshim to live comfortably, but not extravagantly.

So if Roylott had been deprived of £500 through the daughters getting married, he would not have been able to continue his lifestyle at Stoke Moran - I guess he would have had to sell up, find a more modest place to live and start working again.

That and a tooth-brush are, I think all that we need."

Sherlockians love to debate whether Holmes' implication here is that he and Watson share a toothbrush. Personally, I like to think he meant a toothbrush each. Because... eww.

You will excuse me for a few minutes while I satisfy myself as to this floor." He threw himself down upon his face with his lens in his hand and crawled swiftly backward and forward, examining minutely the cracks between the boards.

This is a hilarious mental image.

"There isn't a cat in it, for example?"

"No. What a strange idea!"

Few people know that Sherlock Holmes invented Schrodinger's cat before Schrodinger did.

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months

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✩࿐࿔ take a fuckin study break [new 12/5]

a surprise/unexpected update

smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | drabbles | word count: 1,020.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. ࿔ eat somethin. at least grab a frickin’ snack. (wc: 576) ࿔ go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737) ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done. & stop doomscrolling (wc: 925) ࿔ take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375) ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579) ࿔ take a fuckin study break. (wc: 1,020) for like 80% of you probably ♡ ࿔ drink some goddamn water. [est 12/9] ࿔ stop destroying your frickin clothes. [est 12/19] ࿔ did you take your meds today?

so many of you are either already into finals or heading into them?? so like remember. rocket says to take 15-20 minute breaks every 50-90 minutes. use that time to open your window or go for a walk (even if it's cold). take some deep breaths. stretch. drink water. unclench your jaw. talk to someone who won't let you stay distracted for too long. and grab something to eat (even if it's just a granola bar). brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

seriously i feel like so many of you are going through some form of finals right now and so i felt like i kinda had to write this last-minute (minimal editing tbh) so just. be kind to you. don't be too hard on yourself.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“Ow!” you yelp, rocking back on your stool and scrubbing a hand at your forehead. “Did you just flick me?” “I been talking at you for like two minutes,” Rocket grouses. “It’s like talking to a frickin’ wall.” You glower. “I told you. I’m studying. And writing. And studying. Leave me alone.” “Yeah, yeah,” he jeers. “Terran finals. Whatever. Sounds like a waste of time. Haven’t the humies on that backward mudball realized yet that tests don’t actually measure learning? It’s like using a yardstick to measure time.” You sigh and lean back. “Yeah, they know. Doesn’t matter though. If I want to pass these classes and get this stupid degree, I need to–” You scrub at your forehead again and sigh. “You know what? Never mind. I cannot have you un-motivating me right now. What did you want?” He leaps neatly onto the stool across from you and sets two glass bottles on the tabletop, then leans his forearms on the little table between you, smirking smugly. “To pay you back, cupcake.” The mockery in his voice does not bode well for you. “Remember what you told me last week when Adam was whining about how I was making him study the Bowie’s schematics for too many hours?” You feel your stomach drop. “No,” you lie, big-eyed. His smirk only grows. “Lemme refresh your terrible frickin’ memory, then.” Now his teeth are sharp and he heightens his voice into a whiny falsetto. “But Rocket. Maximum productivity is only five-to-seven hours a day. You can overload the crappy baldbody brain if you go longer than that–” “Pretty sure I did not say ‘crappy baldbody brain,’” you interject dryly. “–and he could lose everything you’ve taught him already. Plus, he needs fifteen-to-twenty minute breaks every fifty-to-ninety minutes.” You stare at him flatly, unwilling to dignify his bad mimicry with a response. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s snickering openly at this point. “Time to take your fuckin’ break,” he tells you. “It’s for your own damn good.”

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not to be mean but kinda cuz why are d4xtons so delusional? and i love paxton but devi and paxton would never be the type to wait for each other or keep up with a distance relationship. paxton wasn’t willing to do that on s2 (ben was btw). they are not even close enough friends to keep up with one another in the same place. with ben that’s believable cuz they have a foundation that has never been shown w paxton. ben and devi can be close friends while in other relationships. ben and devi only talk when they are together because outside of that there’s not common ground. devi not knowing paxton was going to work at school as a coach just meant they didn’t communicate at all the whole summer break. she wouldn’t care abt paxton if he wasn’t back in school. he is meant to be just her high school dream and i think this will be touched upon on season 4.

and now they’re saying ben and devi being all about sex now but that’s been d4xton’s whole foundation since the show started? devi went after paxton because he was hot and wanted to have sex w him. it remained the same until season 2. on season 3 devi realized she wasn’t ready. and wouldn’t be fair for both devi and paxton to be with people that are in the same life stages as them? growing up with them?

the way some dxtons are acting because devi didn’t own her first time to paxton so idk why they are self inserting on devi. she was not comfortable having sex w paxton but did when ben. that’s her choice.

paxton is great just not w devi.

okay I really like this ask and there's a lot to talk about here.

1.) I totally agree Paxton and Devi are not close at all- they didn't even talk AT ALL (or barely at all) after they broke up TWO YEARS AGO when they dated for TWO MONTHS. In an actual high school timeline, they would never speak to each other again. If Paxton didn't work at her school, they never would've spoken, and you're totally right, they weren't even close enough for Devi to know he was working at Sherman Oaks! Also... can we just comment on the fact that the writers MADE Paxton drop out of college (I am like 90% sure) and act as a swimming coach at his former high school just to revive Devi and Paxton's relationship? Like, I'm sorry, but that is so extreme and a testament to how distant they are. Meanwhile, Ben and Devi just naturally wind up speaking to each other again because they gravitate towards each other and share common interests (extracurricular activities, classes, etc.) I feel like also aside from the short period of time they didn't speak after the cheating, they've always been in each other's lives. Daxton doesn't have that history.

2.) I haven't heard them saying that Ben and Devi are all about sex, but that's genuinely so weird. The reason the sex is such a big deal and why Ben getting with Margo after sleeping with Devi is so hurtful is because it was such a personal decision for Devi and she only did it with Ben because she's emotionally connected to him and felt comfortable enough to do it. I don't necessarily agree the Daxton relationship was all about sex for Devi, although it started off that way, I think it's more about Devi's pressure to conform to societal coming of age standards and the idealized lifestyle of an (American, because let's be real that's a huge part of it) teenager, while Paxton sees Devi as a representation of the person he wants to be (bolder, smarter, more exciting).

3.) I totally agree and I love that you said it's not fair to EITHER of them. Honestly the main reason I am annoyed with Daxton is not only because it's a huge character regression moment for Devi, but also for Paxton! Like he really was doing so well with his life and moving on... only to go backwards which is maybe what going back to his high school to assistant coach represents I am not sure.

4.) YES this is my main complaints about Daxton, it seems so much more focused on Paxton then how they are as a couple. The self-insertion is too real, it drives me crazy. If any of these people were anything like Devi, they would never date a Paxton.

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 2 years

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Figure You Out | pt. 2 of 2

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part One

Masterlist

Summary: You'd always had a far-away adoration for Eddie Munson, though you never could quite make sense of him. And when you offer to help him pass biology by tutoring him, you tell yourself that it's only to help him graduate. Totally.

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: More flirting, tiny bit of angst. Fluff on top of fluff. Reader being a bit oblivious. Eddie has low self-esteem :/ Biology pun.

A/N: Ahh!! It's here!! Thank you for reading the first part of this story, and I hope this ending lives up to it. I'm really happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think!! <3

There he was, Eddie’s face finally before you with a look that you knocked the breath from your lungs. With teeth chattering and your eyes blinking water off your eyelashes, all you could do was reach a shivering hand out to him without a second thought.

His fingers, void of any rings to brush against your hands, wrapped around yours in an instant as you choked out, “Hi Eddie.”

It seemed your quiet voice knocked him out of his trance as he pulled you inside a second later, his hands coming up to your face, turning you this way and that. “Why… What are you doing here? Did you bike here? It’s pouring out.”

“You’re telling me,” you joked, earning a disbelieving laugh from him. Your own laugh came out rocky from your shaking. You reached up to grab his hands placed firmly on your cheeks, the two of you standing close, fingers entwined and breaths mingling.“I’m fine, Eddie.”

His furrowing eyebrows shadowed his soft eyes, his hair swishing as he shook his head. “Why are you here?”

The pocket of space the two of you shared had felt private, away from any outside judgments, but At his question, your body suddenly felt too claustrophobic next to his, his hands too hot against your skin. Your feet took an abrupt step backward, letting his arms come to rest by his side with a smack. Just your shallow breathing and the drumming of the rain filled the air between you. Maybe he wasn’t as upset about what your parents did as you thought…

“I, uh– You missed our tutoring session,” you told him, your eyes focused downward as you picked at your fingernails. “And the test is tomorrow…”

He let out a quiet scoff, though it didn’t feel as mean as you thought it would. You glanced up at him to see him run a wet hand through his hair, his other resting on his hip. He began to ramble, his steps pacing back and forth in the small area.

“So that’s why you biked here in the rain? You could’ve gotten hit if a car didn’t see you, or– or wiped out on the wet pavement. Can’t you get pneumonia from doing this? Oh my god.” He moved to help you take off your jacket, ripping his flannel from where it was tied around his waist, helping your shivering arms into it. “We need to get you warm and dry, and we need to–”

“My parents told me what they did,” you said, your voice coming out quicker and louder than you meant. The red of his flannel shined bright in the soft lights of the living room, the soft material wrapping tight around you.

His face mere inches away from yours, he whispered out a wispy, “Oh.”

You just raised your eyebrows, silently asking him to say more, not trusting your voice to ask him if…

If what? If he was even upset at not hanging out with you anymore? If he still wanted to tutor? If he saw any of this as more than? The fluttering feelings in your chest wanted to believe he did, especially at how his eyes took in every bit of your face, the heat from his body radiating onto you in crashing waves.

But he took a step back, blowing out a sharp breath of air. And you weren’t sure your body could take any more of this back and forth as he looked away, staring at the droplets racing down the windows. He turned back, every part of his soul facing toward you. “So that’s why Ms. O’Donnell said those things?”

Your shaking muscles looked for any bit of warmth, begging for the little bit it had to come back, but that drifted from your attention as you asked, “What did she say to you?”

His hands fiddled with his shirt before rubbing a palm across his mouth and down his chin, unable to stay in one place for long. “Just that, uh, she didn’t think it was a good idea for you to tutor me anymore. That she’d keep an eye on us to make sure. And honestly?” he asked, his eyes trained on you as you nodded, making raindrops splatter across your skin and the carpet.

He cleared his throat, letting out a slight groan. “Honestly, I thought it was you that said something to her.” A bitter laugh left his lips, so sour it left your stomach twisting.

For a second, your vision unfocused as you let his form look a bit fuzzier, trying to concentrate on his words. Pressing your mouth tight and wrapping your arms around your body, you let out an unhappy sigh, unsure how he could think that.

“Like I could regret you, Munson.” You stared at him but had to avert your gaze when his eyes connected with yours. Your feet rocked back and forth as a long breath escaped your lungs, a whisper leaving them. “I’m so sorry my parents did that. I left dinner to come here as soon as they told me.”

His rumbling laugh made you jump a little, both of his hands resting on his hips now. “You don’t say…” he said, jutting his jaw out and looking you up and down.

With the symphony that played the crescendos and staccatos of his voice back to its usual practice, the air felt easier between you, and a giggle came out of your mouth, but it was interrupted by your chattering teeth. It seemed his mind had been so overtaken by the possibility of you forever wishing him out of your life, because he finally remembered your drenched state and the now soaking flannel clinging to your body.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve got extra clothes you can borrow, and a hot shower!” he called to you while literally running to his room and throwing open drawers. When he brought out some pajamas for you to wear, you finally noticed his own clothes he wore: an Iron Maiden shirt and dark blue flannel pajama bottoms.

You let out a silent “aw” at him as he handed you the clothes, though the word quickly stuck in your chest as your eyes dragged up his hands to his forearms and biceps. In that moment, you realized you had yet to see him in just a t-shirt in all this time.

Bringing your eyes back up to his, deliberately choosing to ignore any smirk on his face, you instead said, “Thank you, Eddie.” You paused, staring at him as your throat grew a little tighter. “Would… it be okay if I stayed over tonight? I don’t think I’m ready to face them.”

You couldn’t quite read the look on his face in the few moments that passed, the loud pounding of your heart distracting your mind. Finally, he gave a few fast nods, his eyes wide. “Of course, yeah.”

Trying to suppress the giant smile threatening to show, you ducked your head as you padded toward the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind you with a long sigh. Stripping your wet shirt and pants felt nice, and stepping into the hot water of the shower felt even nicer. You let the droplets run down your neck and soothe every goosebump littering your skin.

You weren’t sure how many minutes had passed by the time you shut the shower off and dried yourself, grabbing his clothes and putting on a pair of light blue boxers first. You raised your eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at how soft they were. Part of you knew to not think about it any further – that imagining stealing his clothes as his girlfriend would just make you sad. But the other part of you wanted to fantasize of going to school wearing his sweatshirts and cuddling in his pajamas every night to match him, especially when seeing the Black Sabbath shirt and red flannel pants he gave you.

The thoughts didn’t get too far as you finished dressing and hanging your wet clothes when a few quiet knocks rapped against the door. Eddie’s muffled voice called from the other side, and you saw a smile form on your face in the foggy mirror just at hearing him. “Hey, dinner’s ready, if you want any.”

You opened the door, your fingers patting your hair dry as you walked out, coming face-to-face with his shy look. “You made dinner?”

He took a few steps backward to the kitchen, his soft words saying, “Yeah, well you said you left during supper, so I made our favorite…”

Your heart swelled at his generosity, emotion rising up your body until you saw what he’d set up. A skipping laugh came out, your hand resting against your chest as you took in the plates of pasta, as usual. But his lighter was sitting in between them, lit and the flame waving back and forth, next to a cup of wet flowers and leaves – a makeshift bouquet suited perfectly for Eddie.

And it felt fitting for the situation the two of you found yourselves: both in pajamas, little drops of water still dotting your skin, and Eddie nervously readjusting the table setting until it looked just right.

While he finished getting everything ready, you went to his phone, saying, “I gotta call my parents… before they get anyone to start looking for me.” Eddie just nodded, but brushed a hand on your arm as a sign that he was there for you, and the warmth it left behind on your skin lingered while the phone rang. You let out a long sigh when your mom answered, grateful to hear her voice rather than your dad’s, though it still brought an edge to your chest.

She was pleased to hear that you were staying at Nancy’s house and promised to calm your father down before you returned home the following afternoon after school. Her quiet apology caused a pang in your heart, and you weren’t sure where that left the two of you, but as you glanced to Eddie from the corner of your eye, watching him quietly hum a song you recognized from riding in his van, you couldn’t bring yourself to worry just yet.

After hanging up, you immediately called Nancy to play her part in case your parents asked around. You were ready to beg her, but when you told her what had happened, she readily agreed and even got Mike in on the lie. Thanking her and promising to watch that new horror movie in theaters with her, you hung up, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

Eddie beckoned you over with a gentle smile to the small table, and you couldn’t help but love the way the tiny flame cast soft shadows onto his cheek, accentuating his smile when your eyes connected. You pretended the heat from the lighter was what made your cheeks warm.

Bringing the pasta to your mouth, you thought it tasted better tonight than other days. But you couldn’t help but notice that the minutes you spent away from each other let unspoken tension creep back in, feelings of uncertainty still hanging between you. Your brain couldn’t stop the words “I’m really sorry” from being blurted out of your mouth, guilt and embarrassment fueling your apology.

He had been staring at his plate but looked up with those doe eyes at you, letting a beat pass before he reassured you. “It’s okay, really.” Another pause, a crackling sigh. “And I’m sorry for ditching you… and keeping the Hellfire boys from saying anything,” he said, waving his fork around with a scoff. “I just didn’t want your parents to hate me, or you. But it’s become sort of the ‘norm’ for me these days I guess, so I don’t blame your parents.” As he mumbled the last part out, his face hardened into a scowl.

“Well I do. That was scummy of them, and you don’t deserve that, Eddie. Whatever names or stereotypes they have against you, they’re a load of bullshit, and I’ll fight anyone who says different.” You weren’t sure whether you’d really fight someone, but your heart couldn’t take seeing him hurt like that again.

He tilted his head, almost like a confused dog looking at you. He gave you a single nod, a soft grin gracing his face, right next to a bit of spaghetti sauce on the corner of his mouth. “God, how did I land the best tutor there is?”

“Eddie.”

“Maybe it was a blessing from Satan for all my devoted worshiping…”

Willing yourself to repeat your earlier action, you forced a hand out to rest atop his despite the restless butterflies torturing your stomach at his question. You wanted to say that people were wrong about him, that you didn’t care what your parents think, or that there was no way he could be a bad influence when he made you feel so at peace. But you just squeezed your fingers around his and muttered, “I’m serious, Eds.”

With raised eyebrows and a smirk, he squeezed your hand back. “Eds?” He shook his head, looking around the kitchen before training his eyes back on yours with a laugh. “How do you go from threatening violence to saying that?”

Your gaze trained downward, you shifted your food around on your plate, hoping he’d someday believe the words you said about him. With a huff, you asked, “Are you even hearing me?”

He grabbed another forkful of pasta to shove in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, like he was mulling over the taste of your words. Finally, he said, “Though, I guess if you’ve gotten used to my mediocre cooking, I think I can get used to your adorable nickname.”

Rolling your eyes, you finished your spaghetti and at least took a little solace in knowing that you confused him just a little, perhaps just as much as he confused you — that he couldn’t tease out your hidden feelings buried deep into your soft touches, reassuring words or breathless “hello!” every time you saw him. Though, your worried thoughts kept you from really seeing how he was staring at you now, or how he smiled at you when grabbing your plate to clean up.

Your full stomach and the warmth caressing your body in these dry clothes made a yawn escape your mouth as you began to help him. Wordlessly, the two of you drifted through the kitchen to tidy everything up, like you often did nights you stayed late at his home.

He quickly turned on the TV for background noise while you cleaned; you let out a sigh, knowing anything would be better than the soundtrack of your too-loud thoughts. The living room lit up as the glow from some animated show appeared. As the title screen came on, it read “Dragon Ball” in fun letters. With a ducked head and airy groan, he changed the channel, saying, “Uncle Wayne must’ve been on that channel. I’ll switch it back to my usual one.”

As he changed it, “Golden Girls” came onto the screen, Eddie’s eyes looking wide when they connected with yours. You looked down at the plates you were scrubbing food off of, failing to suppress a laugh.

“Hey. Not a word about this, ‘kay? Especially not to the boys.”

You just nodded, pressing your mouth tight. It was a good show, you didn’t blame him for watching it, but you did love the way you effortlessly made him flustered. You couldn’t decide, though, if that was better than how comfortable you made him, as the two of you finished up and slowly moved toward the couch to watch the show together.

Eddie flopped onto it, leaning deep into the cushions with an arm laying across the top of the backrest. “C’mon, sweetheart. As much as I love staring at ya, you’re blocking Golden Girls,” he said, a smirk on his face.

Your eyes flicked between his eyes and the spot he wanted you to sit in, nestled directly into his side. That empty space called to be filled, like it was the perfect shape for you to fit. But you weren’t sure you could be that close to him if he was just flirting with you, saying these remarks like they didn’t jolt your heart at every word.

Hesitant steps carried you to the couch, your body tentatively sitting down with his arm and leg just barely touching you. You nearly jumped when he said, “Here, let’s get you a blanket. Need you all warmed up again.” He moved briefly to grab a soft blanket from the other side of the couch, his arms wrapping it around your body.

As he tucked in every single inch of it to ensure it was snug, you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your mouth at the cocoon he was turning you into. Between laughs, you said, “Eddie, I’ve already warmed up. I’m okay.”

He had finished securing the blanket around you and sat back in place, bringing a hand around your shoulder to pull you into his side. Your brain slowed its worrying for a second at how nice it felt being this close, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate the way his hair tickled against your cheeks.

“Oh, actually the doctor called while you were in the shower. Yeah, she said that cuddling is the best way to gain your health back,” he said, turning his head to look at you, your faces only breaths from each other. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“And Golden Girls was part of that as well?”

“Of course. There’s nothing that the healing words of Dorothy can’t fix.”

You let out a snort at his words, never getting tired of his dumb jokes. And your laughs continued as you two watched the show. Being pressed against his body, you thought your cheeks would be on fire and your stomach shriveling in on itself, but his fingers drummed against your blanketed arm and his heart softly beat against your head where it laid on his chest. His gentle inhales and exhales turned your laughing into soft sighs as your eyes blinked slower and slower with each passing minute.

A couple more seconds, and you would have nodded off entirely, but he shook your arm until you blearily opened your eyes and stared up at him, giving a soft, “hmm?”

Shaking his head, he said in a soft whisper, “God, you are going to kill me…”

He shifted his body, moving you to sit up so you wouldn’t fall asleep. “Hey, sweetheart, we gotta get to bed. Well, couch for me. Either way, it’s gettin’ late.”

A quiet groan came from your throat, the sound of it stretching long as you scrunched your face tight. He patted a hand against your leg as he told you, “C’mon. I’ll even carry you to the bed if you need. We can’t be late tomorrow.”

“Since when did you start caring about getting to school on time?” As the words left your mouth, you finally looked at him and couldn’t quite care anymore to hear the answer as you studied him. The soft glow of the TV laid gentle shadows across his face, the light dancing along his cheekbones.

He stood up in an abrupt motion and turned the TV off before holding his hands out for you to grab. “Since you started staying over, and I need to get you to class on time.”

Snaking your limbs out of the blanket he’d wrapped around you, you reached up and took his hands, his fingers brushing back and forth against your skin. They felt a bit calloused, but he squeezed tight. It should’ve felt weird or life-changing for your school-girl crush, but it seemed right as the two of you walked back to his room hand in hand.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” he said, turning to look at you for a second while stepping over piles of dirty clothes.

You forced down a hard swallow, the intense gaze of his eyes not making the words come out any easier. As he turned on a lamp next to the bed, you sat on the edge of his mattress, crossing and uncrossing your ankles. “You know, I think I might be feeling a bit sick again.”

A flash of concern crossed his face before he grabbed his blankets and placed it around your shoulders, asking question after question. “Are you cold? Do you need medicine? I think Wayne has some in the bathroom. More food?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, checking for a temperature. “I don’t know how this works. I don’t think it’s warm?”

You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head, your heart softened by his concern. With a sigh to steel your nerves, you spelled it out for him. “If you’re sleeping on the couch, we’re not really following the doctor’s orders…”

Bringing your eyes to look up to his, you saw his mouth form a silent “oh” as he nodded. A goofy smile adorned his face, and a vibrating warmth exploded in your chest. He looked ethereal in his pajamas basking in the soft lamp light, his honey eyes eclipsed by his cheeks scrunching high. And the idea that the thought of sleeping next to you made him look this way, an air that felt more beautiful than ever, was almost too much to hold within you.

All this ran through your mind before his legs finally moved under him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he tackled you backward, your back falling against the mattress. Your laughing bodies shook against one another in his sheets. He pulled back and let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe you made me concerned for your health,” he said, pointing a finger at you. “Never again.”

Despite his words, he flopped against the mattress right next to you and rubbed a hand down his face. His arm reached up and over, beckoning you into his side once again, which you took while snuggling deeper under the covers, your head just barely peeking out from the blankets. “Well, if that’s how you feel, Munson, then there’s no need for you to be here. The doctor’s orders clearly mean nothing to you anymore.”

His eyes locked onto yours the whole time he reached over and shut the lamp off, your vision just barely able to follow his figure in the dark. He settled beneath the covers, his body heat radiating onto you in soft echoes, your eyelids already beginning to feel heavy again.

In a quieter voice, he said, “You know, you’re lucky you’re so loveable, or you’d be sleeping on the couch right now.”

Your head rested against his arm, your face so close to his, which pointed up toward his ceiling. The frantic thoughts in your mind begged you to analyze what all of this meant, if it meant anything to him. But as his breaths lulled you closer to sleep, all you could muster was a muttered, “Are you this flirty with all the girls?”

You’d been thinking it for a while now, never quite able to unweave his comments that suggested something more. But his hand that wasn’t holding you close to him came down to your arm, his fingers drawing shapes along your skin. It wasn’t long before your body stood on the cusp of unconsciousness when you just barely caught Eddie’s whispered words.

“It’s just you. Always has been.”

– –

The first trickles of morning awareness were filled with loud voices and metal music. It took a few slow blinks awake and the bed shifting behind you to realize it was a radio alarm clock going off, but it definitely wasn’t yours.

The voices clipped short with a thunk and the bed ceased its moving, an arm coming to wrap around your waist. In the newborn silence of the morning, just sounds of steady breathing and the occasional bird outside, your mind caught up.

With the events of last night drifting back into place, your eyes widened with the realization that it was Eddie situated behind you, his warm body pressed up against your back and arm pulling you close to his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You looked around at what you could see from your position, just the wall and a few posters, but that didn’t stop you from searching them for a way out of this. Was this an accident? Did Eddie mean for this? You were sure he could feel the way your heart pounded, or hear the questions racing through your head.

With a grainy voice still tired from sleep, you whispered, “Eddie?”

“Hm?” he hummed back, his mouth seemingly muffled by the pillows. When you shifted to try and see him better, he glanced up at you with only one eye open. His hair was all over the place, though it still surrounded his face like a halo.

He looked at first like he was going to ask what’s wrong or see what you had to say, but a soft smile overtook his cheeks, both eyes opening to take you in. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

His lovely words were laced with a rumbling sleep voice, and its intimacy made you look away. “Good morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

The question shouldn’t have made you smile so hard, but the domesticity of it caused a fluttering in your stomach. Truthfully, you hadn’t woken up once in the night, something that left you with a lot of thoughts. “Really well, Eds. How’d you sleep?”

And as he took a second to ponder this, perhaps boiling down his own answer like yours, you saw how close your bodies were. You were wondering if this moment meant anything, whether even thinking about it too much would change your friendship, when he flopped onto his back with his arms behind his head, saying, “Slept like a goddamn baby. You know, minus the shitting and crying part.”

Like that, with your body shaking with giggles and his face lit up with a stupid grin, the moment was over. Two parts of you swirled back and forth, fighting over one another on whether you were sad or relieved about it.

You turned to fully face him and pushed a hand against his chest. “Okay, that’s a mental image I didn’t need. Get up so I can get ready.”

His face dropped just a little as he wrapped his fingers around the hand on his chest, giving it a light squeeze before throwing back the covers.

You wished you could say the morning dance around each other was graceful and as natural as the rest of your time there, but something weighed over you two. With stuttered steps when getting around him or frantic shushing when realizing Wayne was still asleep in the living room, it made whatever feelings that had developed in the last 12 hours magnified.

Dressing in your clothes from yesterday that had thankfully dried overnight and using a spare toothbrush Eddie had given you, you didn’t look all too terrible given your hectic night and lack of preparation for a sleepover.

You were thankful as you exited the bathroom to see him holding a pair of Eggo waffles hot and ready for you, another one already stuffed in his mouth. He wore his usual skinny jeans and already adorned his jacket-vest combo. Mouthing “thank you” and taking it, you walked to the door with quiet steps, cringing at the loud creaking of the door and afraid you’d disturb Wayne’s sleep.

But Eddie marched right past you and shoved the door open, shoes loudly clomping against the floor. You followed him, barely catching the door before it slammed against the frame and glared at him while he dug his keys out of his pocket.

He brushed his hair from his face with his arm, letting out a long yawn, which he soon filled with waffle. Through bites of it, he said, “What? Wayne’ll sleep through anything after a long shift.”

A huff escaped your mouth, the only noise besides his jingling keys in the early morning air. “Well that might’ve been nice to know when I was sneaking around in there!”

“Yeah… but it was funny watching you tiptoe for no reason.”

Except for rolling your eyes, you ignored his giggling and smirking, instead sitting down on the steps, the wood creaking beneath your body. With waffles in one hand and your other digging into your backpack for your notes, your fingers found your notebook with drips of water coating your skin. You pulled it out to find most of the pages wet, your writing smearing across the paper.

“Are you serious?” You looked through the rest of your things, and while most of the damage was minimal, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed the rain that’d soaked through your backpack. Though you didn’t say anything, in the back of your mind, you blamed Eddie for keeping your attention busy.

He sat down next to you and peered over your shoulder, examining it this way and that. “That’s okay, you can just look at mine,” he said while pulling out his notebook.

With a quirked eyebrow, you turned to face him, a silent question on your face. He twisted his mouth and shrugged, saying, “Hey, you’re looking very judgy for someone who ruined her notebook the night before a big test.” With a teasing smile, he followed with, “And for a boy, no less. What are we going to do with you?” He gave a few tsks and shook his head.

You held up your hands in surrender. “You’re right. Though that is some big talk for being the boy I ruined my notes for,” you said with a laugh. “Now let me see them. I am still your tutor, Eddie.”

He pretended to adjust imaginary glasses resting on his nose, fingers flipping through the pages of his notebook littered with his messy handwriting. “Wow, look who’s asking for whose notes, huh? How the tables have turned…”

Nudging him with your elbow, you just sighed, resting your head on his shoulder while you read it over. You subconsciously nodded along, refreshing yourself with the topics you were going to be tested on today. The sun was still rising into the sky, though you could already feel its warming spring heat. Only a light breeze passed through, rustling the grass below you.

You could’ve stayed there for longer, sitting in a silence that was only comfortable because it was with Eddie, but he spoke up, his voice slightly timid. “You know, I’ve been studying by myself this past week…”

You lifted your head with a wide grin to stare at him. “Yeah? How’d it go?”

He looked away with a sigh, but a smile was plastered on his face. “It was alright, though it was not nearly as fun without you, if I’m being honest.” You felt your eyes crinkling as your face beamed at his words, but at the very pleased look you wore, he nudged you. “Okay, don’t go getting a big head because of this.”

“I just can’t believe I’m the one that got Eddie Munson’s ass in gear to graduate. They’d said it could never be done,” you teased. He shook his head, his eyes studying the ground with a laugh. But your smile slowly lowered as you studied his face for a moment. “I really hope you know you’re smart, Eddie.”

At that, he let out a loud laugh, his hand coming to rest on his chest. Glancing to you for a brief second, he said, “You’re great at tutoring, fantastic really, but lying? Not so much, sweetheart.”

“I’m serious,” you laughed, though it sounded a bit hollow. “You understand the concepts, you can grasp the material. You just gotta apply yourself.”

“Oh boy, you sound like every teacher I’ve ever had.”

You rested a hand against his knee, hoping he could somehow feel your sincerity through the touch. “Sorry, I don’t mean to. I just see that you’re really smart, and it’d be a shame if you didn’t do something with it. Just because you don’t excel in school doesn’t mean you’re not smart... It just means you care about other things more than school.”

“Yeah, like what? Heavy metal? That’ll get me far in life,” he said, rolling his eyes. It made you want to roll your own, but the teasing grin on his face wouldn’t let you take your gaze off of him.

“I’ve seen the way the kids talk about you as a DM, especially Dustin. You’re an incredible storyteller,” you said before chewing on the inside of your mouth, contemplating whether you should sing every praise you had for him.

He raised his eyebrows, resting his chin on his fist with his entire attention on you. All you told him, though, was, “I’m just saying, Eddie, you get that there’s more to life than acing tests on the Pythagorean Theorem.”

“That’s not going to be in the bio test, is it?” You were about to jokingly take back everything you just said when his cheesy smile came back, and you should’ve known he was joking, as usual. “I’m just messing with ya. But, uh, thanks… I guess not too many people share your opinion.”

And he still hadn’t taken his warm eyes off of you, his sincere gaze scrambling your thoughts. All you could do was look down at the notebook and mutter out, “Of course. Now, we should probably get back to studying lipids for the test.”

You heard the smirk in his breathy laugh, and you almost regretted glancing back to him because of the storm raging in your stomach, but his unwavering look of something kept your eyes on his.

Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, he said, “You know… speaking of ‘lip’ids, have I ever told you how much I like yours?” His eyes repeatedly glanced down to your mouth, and suddenly, feeling your body subconsciously pull toward his, you became aware of how close the two of you were.

Your feelings caught in your tight throat, all you could do was laugh it off, though it came out scratchy. “You like my lipids?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. With his chin still sitting atop his knuckles, he nodded, his top teeth resting against his bottom lip. You had to turn it back on him or you were going to combust.

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say.” You swallowed, staring right back at him. Trying to refocus the conversation, you quizzed him, “And what exactly are lipids, Eddie?”

But the smug bastard, his darkened eyes refusing to budge, didn’t miss a beat or break his gaze on you once. “They’re building-block molecules that provide structure and store energy for the body. Now,” he breathed, moving his hands to rest on the sides of your face, his body moving even closer, “If I could ask a question… Can I kiss you?”

Your whole body screamed at you to nod, say yes, kiss him first, but your heart clenched, keeping your tightening muscles still for a moment. “Eddie?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” He shifted back a second, almost as though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to look at you or be closer to you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Right now?” he sighed, and it could’ve sounded judgmental, but not from him, not in his soft voice. “Christ… yeah, of course. Anything.” His forehead came to rest against yours, a look of concern on his face.

Your anxious thoughts took over as you spoke. “I– I just need to know that you’re not doing this for fun or being flirty because that’s who you are,” you sighed out in a single breath, your eyes unfocusing as they stared downward. “Just… that this means something more for you too.”

His thumbs resting on your cheeks stroked back and forth as he let out a soft, rolling laugh. And you couldn’t help but smile and laugh along because he looked so content. Still, with a shaky hand, you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ears as he said, “Sweetheart, do you know how hard it was to sleep next to you ‘as a friend’? Harder than any biology test I could ever take.” He shook his head, that strand of hair coming loose again as he said, “You know, for the smartest person I know, you sure are a bit dense sometimes. Yes, this means everything to me.”

You tried to let out a scoff at his teasing, but your too-wide smile kept your mouth open. Your heart filled with the way happiness looked so good on him, and maybe you should’ve been a tiny bit offended, but Eddie just erased every worry you had. His presence and words alone put your body at ease, like the fingers that soothed along your skin.

“And as long as this isn’t some pity-thing you have going on, which can be my only reasoning as to why you started tutoring me in the first place, I’d love to kiss you right now.” His eyes searched yours, the brown irises shimmering in the morning sunlight. Any teasing or flirting was gone, his self bared open for you to reject or resign yourself over to.

As your fingers danced along his arms, all you could say was, “Please.”

And who was Eddie to deny you?

Your body leaned forward, the magnetic pull of him unable to resist. He touched his lips to yours so gently, you almost thought you imagined it. But the long curve of his smile against your mouth was unmistakable, even more impossible to ignore when he surged forward, nearly knocking you backward with his enthusiasm. The notebook clattered to the steps as his chest pressed against yours, the weight of his body heavy and vibrating. As you righted yourself, the kiss deepening while you somehow moved even closer, one of your hands fisted in his shirt, the other lightly tangling itself at the nape of his neck.

With a dizzying head, you weren’t sure how long he’d had his mouth on you, the all-encompassing feeling of Eddie the only thing your mind could focus on. Your thoughts stumbled as he pulled away for only a moment, looking at you like he wasn’t sure you were real. His lips looked pinker than before, just barely parted as soft breaths breezed past them, and then they were on you again as he dove back in. Despite his frantic movements, his hands moving from your face to your waist to your arms before back to your face, this kiss was gentler, allowing you to feel every bit of his lips against yours.

Your mind wanted to think about a million different things, whether you were kissing him right or what this meant for you two. But his mouth moved against your own, the feeling of Eddie erasing anything in your brain except for him. Every lingering touch of his, every wink, every flirtatious word held this behind it this whole time? As his nose nudged your own and the intoxicating smell of him flooded your senses, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t been doing this sooner.

It was only once your mind eventually caught up on what was happening that you sat back, needing to breathe for a minute. Eddie also sat back, resting his hand behind him, your body already missing his. Your eyes at least got to run along every part of him, wanting to finally unashamedly take him in, but you didn’t get to stare at him too long as he brought his lips to the skin of your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, your nose until you had to push him off, giggles tumbling from you.

As the sun shined down on both of you, the light of it bathing his hair into a warm halo, you could have stayed on that porch step for the rest of the day, or week if it was an option. He raised his arm, inviting you to be right next to his side. This time, you took it without any pause, your head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck, your hand resting against his chest as it rose with erratic and deep breaths.

Before you could process everything that had happened, you glanced down and saw the blinking numbers of the watch secured around his wrist. You were late. “Oh god, Eddie. We gotta go,” you rushed out with a pang in your heart, beginning to untangle your limbs from his.

You shoved your soggy notebook into your backpack and ran to the passenger side of his van while he went to the driver’s side, muttering some upset words under his mouth. The doors slammed shut and music blasted as the two of you took off toward the school. The van rumbled along the road and around potholes, and you weren’t sure if your chest was fluttering from being late or from actually kissing Eddie, the feeling of his mouth on yours still lingering.

You continually reached over to grab his wrist, twisting it so his watch pointed at you. And he let you without one complaint. As you neared the school, you let out a long sigh at seeing you would make it on time, but only barely. You rested your head back against the seat, musing aloud a thought that probably should’ve stayed in your head. “Did that really happen?”

Turning just slightly to look at him, you saw his soft smile, mostly to himself, as he thrummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “Yeah… I finally kissed you after all this time.” He shook his head, making his long hair sway back and forth with a glazed look in his eyes. His finger pointed at you, though, as he said, “And you kissed ‘Eddie The Lover,’ baby.”

With a groan, you placed your head in your hands and said, “Can I take it back, actually? I’m suddenly having second thoughts.”

“Nope! No take-backs. You’re stuck with me,” he told you, and his gleeful face was contagious as you peeked your eyes between your fingers.

As the two of you screeched into the parking lot and slid into a spot, your heart feeling impossibly full, you practically jumped out of the van. Your feet moved in a blur, speed walking toward the school and only slowing slightly to let Eddie catch up to you.

At the front door to the building, his feet walked in step with yours, and he huffed out, “Jesus, if you didn’t just swallow my face, I’d think you were running away from me.”

“I did not swallow your face. And I know you liked it anyway,” you said back as you walked through the nearly empty halls, dodging around the stray student or disapproving-looking teacher, to Ms. O’Donnell’s room.

He muttered, “You got that right, sweetheart.”

You tried ignoring the way his words warmed your cheeks and instead focus on the test, but the look he gave you right before entering the classroom definitely did not help. All you gave him was a whispered “Good luck” as you sat down at your assigned seats, thankful Ms. O’Donnell wasn’t in the classroom just yet.

But she walked into the classroom a few seconds later, and you did your best impression of a girl that wasn’t obsessed with the boy her parents alerted her teacher about.

She scarcely greeted the class before beginning to pass the tests out, one of the last ones of the year, so Eddie’s grade really depended on this one. Part of you worried he would be too distracted on what the two of you did to concentrate on the test, though another part of you didn’t exactly hate the idea of you distracting him so much.

As soon as the paper was in front of you, the hour passed in a blur, your hands scribbling your answers down. On certain questions that you knew you covered with Eddie, memories of him popped up, clouding your thinking for only a moment. A question about lipids made your pencil stutter and you glanced to him, the seared feeling of his lips making yours burn.

Weeding through his distractions, you finally finished. When you were done, you couldn’t help but look at him as you turned in the paper. You could just barely see the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth while he wrote down his answers, the minute hand on the clock ticking down to the end of class. But he abruptly stood up before the end, the sound of his chair scooching back screeching into the quiet classroom.

He didn’t seem to care though as he slapped the paper onto Ms. O’Donnell’s desk. His clothes swished around him as he turned and looked as if he was about to give you a thumbs up, right in front of the teacher that could snitch to your parents. Your eyes widened only a bit, and he quickly switched to raising his hand to brush his hair back, looking like a Farrah Fawcett commercial.

Your body jumped when the bell rang a moment later, everyone beginning to pack up their things. Trying to casually walk out and not rush to Eddie, you waited until you turned the corner to ask him in a rushed breath how he thought it went.

The two of you walked through the halls, his hand wrapped around yours despite teachers that might see. You relished in feeling the cold of his rings once again flush against your fingers as he said, “Honestly? As long as I passed, which I think I did, I couldn’t care less about goddamn biology.”

Despite the happiness swirling throughout your body at him doing well on the test and so boldly showing the two of you off together, your head turned to look at him, your jaw dropping a little. “But Eddie, you’re finally studying and doing homework!”

A smile grew across his face, his hand swinging yours back and forth. “That was before I got the girl of my dreams. How can I care about anything but that? Especially biology,” he said, then leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Unless it’s your biology we’re talking about.”

He gave a wink that normally would’ve been obnoxious, but the intense look in his eyes made any smart remark die in your throat.

And though he made his usual suggestive comments, over the next week, he sat back and waited… waited until you were comfortable with doing anything physical, even cuddling.

Each passing day of his efforts to make sure you were okay at all times warmed your heart, and it only grew when Thursday came around again. You had the day off from working on the newspaper, so you walked to the theater room to sit in on Hellfire Club’s session.

The boys greeted you, Dustin even standing to hug you with a wide smile. They’d grown to love your presence there, even if you didn’t always say much. Lucas said it was because it made Eddie go softer on them.

And speaking of that devil, you didn’t see him as the boys set everything up. You made conversation with them, talking about Mike’s critical failure in his first ever session with Eddie, which left you in a fit of laughter, when the man himself burst into the room.

The doors swung open, clanging against the wall, as he announced, “The she-witch took forever to grade, but I demanded my test back this afternoon!”

“Demanded?” Dustin asked, an accusatory tone weaving through his question.

His raised arms unceremoniously swung back against his sides, and with a huff, he said, “Fine, I humbly begged for it back early. But read it and weep, boys! And lady. Love of my life. Savior of my graduation.”

He came closer and nearly shoved the paper in your face, a bold “82” with a “B-” next to it written neatly at the top.

The boys erupted into cheering while you walked to him and threw your arms around his neck. “I never doubted you for a second,” you said, before whispering, “Eds.”

Eddie looked right at you, his eyes focused on yours like no one else was in the room, a hand snaking to your lower back. His grin never left his mouth as he declared, “Boys, this calls for a celebration. If you would please excuse us…”

And he brought the piece of paper in front of your faces to shield from view as he inched forward. The noises of the boys pretend gagging and throwing paper scraps at you made laughs escape, but Eddie didn’t care as he pressed his lips against yours, his arm bringing you impossibly closer.

When he finally pulled away, leaving your lungs empty and head spinning, his hair surrounded the little space you two had made. You could have sworn he breathed out the quietest “I love you” as he stepped away, but you didn’t have time to process it as he brought a hand down to slap your butt, forcing a soft yelp from your mouth.

With a loud laugh, he took his place on the throne and began weaving his story for the players, but not before reaching an arm out toward you, guiding you to sit on the throne’s armrest. Between the playful pull he gave to bring you closer and the soft pushes of his fingers fisting into your shirt, you still weren’t sure you’d ever figure out Eddie. But as he leaned his head to rest against your shoulder while the boys talked to each other, his eyes immediately looking up to find yours with a softness you’d grown to love, you couldn’t find yourself to care about much else.

Even biology.

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Anti-Social Behavior P.3

P.1 P.2 P.3 P4 P5

(Nathan Young x f!reader)

Settling into the domesticity of life with Nathan was nice, but a spanner is thrown right into the cogs of (Y/n)s peace. What was the spanner you may ask? A environmental monitoring station, even thought it sounds totally made up.

Word count: 5,301 words

Warnings: mention of dead bodies, swearing, sex mention, alcohol mention, description of violence

The group had reconvened for community service, they explained to Nathan and (y/n) that someone really did know they killed their probation worker. Both of them had not been present for the realisation because they’d gone right back to (y/n)s flat, both of them chose not to let the rest in on the fact they were living together so the group wasn’t let on to Nathan being homeless for a week.

“If I’m invisible I can see if anyone else puts anything in our lockers.” Simon offered. The group agreed, not without Curtis and Alisha explicitly eye-fucking each other which drew amused glances from both (y/n) and Nathan. “Go on then, turn invisible” Curtis said and the group turned to Simon. Simon shuffled on his feet awkwardly “I can’t do it when everyone’s watching me…” he explained shyly. Nathan scoffed out a laugh “so I guess it’s like pissin’ at a urinal if you’ve a tiny cock” he chided. (Y/n) shook her head and bumped his arm with hers, sending his a glare which he returned with a shrug and a smile. “Wow, that’s, er, really impressive.” Alisha said sarcastically as she started walking out, (y/n) followed “don’t be a bitch about it Alisha” she urged and Alisha called back over he shoulder “you don’t be a bitch…” as the rest of the group followed them out.

They’d been joined by some floppy haired wanker hauling a bin bag over his shoulder as he lead them to a large pile and clothes and explained “okay, so, all these clothes have been donated by members of the public and we need to sort them before we ship them out to Africa.” Alisha huffed “just another day in paradise” the man, clearly entertained by her attitude turned with a smirk “yeah well, I’m sure the people receiving them will be grateful for all your hard work.” Alisha rolled her eyes “yeah well they should be. They’re getting a new wardrobe” Curtis turned to her in amused shock “you are so wrong.” The man explained how the clothes needed to be sorted before opening the floor to any questions the group had. Nathan raised his hand eagerly and (y/n) glanced toward him, knowing the exact king of shit he was going to pull. “If a bear and a shard had a fight, who would win?” He asked it in such a matter of fact way, with a distinct sass as if he was testing the man that, while she so desperately wanted to laugh, (y/n) fought every muscle in her face to keep her expression stoic. The man just stared at Nathan before saying “if you’ve got any relevant questions, just ask” he moved to walk away before turning back “oh. And if it’s in dry land, I’d bet on the bear.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes as she watched him leave and looked back just in time to see some kind of nonverbal communication between Alisha and Curtis. Before she had time to decipher what it could have meant, Nathan grabbed her firmly by her waist and dove into the large pile of clothing, taking her with them. The other promptly joined playing in the clothes, all of them giggling and throwing things at each other like children.

As the group settled down a bit they began to rummage through the clothes casually as they lounged. Nathan pulled out a sturdy green boot from the pile “ski wear. Classic. Try walkin’ ten miles to the well in these” after tossing the boot aside he rummaged further. (Y/n) found a goofy looking pair of ski goggles, in seconds Nathan snatched them from her hands. “Hey, hey, hey. Who am I?” He prompted as he put them on and then began to sing obnoxiously. (Y/n) threw her head back in a laugh, hurling her upper body backward to lie on the pile of clothes. Through her cackles she didn’t realise that she was the only one laughing, however, that was all Nathan needed to spur him on so he continued the charade for near a solid minute. When Nathan had finished he looked around the room, seeming almost disappointed, “ c’mon!” (Y/n) was still caught up in light, bubbly giggles while the others just stared at him. Nathan sat up straighter “okay. Alright, alright. I’ll give you a clue. I’m an annoying cunt!” (Y/n)s laughing picked up again slightly as Alisha rolled her eyes, scoffing “yeah, we know that.” Nathan huffed “I’m bono!” The sound of the community centre doors opening and closing caught everyone’s attention, (y/n) sat up to face the door as Sally walked in with a nervous looking girl sporting a leather jacket and a cap. “Who’s that?” Nathan asked the group. “That’s the girl I had a fight with” Kelly huffed “I’ve gotta do some restorative justice bollocks with her.” Nathan shrugged a moment before turning his attention to Sally “hey, hey, bono, yeah?” He said pulling a pose. Sally just stared at him confused “what?” She asked causing Nathan to huff, he turned to (y/n) “I don’t know why I bother.” (Y/n) chuckled as she leaned her head on Nathan’s shoulder. Sally prompted Kelly to come with her and they made their way toward her office. The floppy haired twat from earlier returned to see Alisha holding a dress up her her body “suits ya” he said with a flirty smile before walking off. This time (y/n) caught the pleased look on Alisha’s face as he walked off. Really? Him? God, you’d think if you were as good looking as Alisha you’d have higher standards.

(Y/n) and Nathan were lying flat on their backs staring at the ceiling, for some unknown reason Nathan had kept the ridiculous goggles on as they laid there. “Ya know…” (y/n) began “when I was told I was gonna do community service I had imagined it would involve a lot more, ya know, servicing the community” Nathan turned his head toward her, even under the goggles she could tell he had his eyebrows raised “oh is that what you’re into? ‘Servicing’, hey? If I knew it was that easy I woulda asked.” (Y/n)s mouth grew wide at his implication “you prick!” She laughed out swatting at him, Nathan laughed as well as he tried to wrestle her hands to stop hitting him. They rolled around in the clothes each fighting to pin the other, at one point (y/n) managed to slam Nathan down, he twitched upward “ow, what the fuck” he whined as he shuffled over to see what had hurt him. He uncovered a pair of roller skates. His excitement was practically buzzing off of him as he hastily put them on. He stood trying to find his footing, honestly resembling a newborn giraffe as his king limbs flailed for stability. (Y/n) let out cackles at the display. Once he found his footing he began gliding on the smooth linoleum of the community centre floor. Just to be a prick he glided past the window the Sallys office, mock opera singing. Sally was quick to swing open her door “take the roller skates off” he slid to a stop as he stood like a scolded child “and the goggles” she added “take them off!” He quickly complied. Sally shut the door, Nathan turned to (y/n) and snorted “oooooooo” (y/n) sang “moms mad at youuu.” Nathan surged toward her again as they began playfully swatting at each other ending with Nathan, yet again” grabbing her by the waist and flopping both of them down into the pile of clothes. Before long though, the group heard shouting coming from the office as the girl from earlier stormed out, calling back “you slut whore!” Kelly emerged not soon after exclaiming “I was tryna be nice!” And storming off. After a moment of silence Curtis sarcastically quipped “I think that went pretty well”

(Y/n), Nathan and Kelly were just waiting out the last few minutes of their community service. They were sat on the floor, hidden away in a corner. (Y/n) was quickly started to realise that community service is just a massive piss-take. Nathan was lying in the floor with his head in (y/n)s lap as she teased her hands through his curls. “It’s such bullshit, yeah?” Kelly ranted “I didn’t even do anything, yeah? And I’m gonna get the blame for it cuz I’m the one in this fuckin’ jumpsuit” (y/n) shrugged “I mean what did they expect though? You put two people who’ve already been in a fight in a room together it’s gonna happen again ya know” Nathan was uncharacteristically quiet as he simply enjoyed (y/n)s hands in his hair, leaning into he palm as she used her nails to soothingly scratch his scalp. Curtis walked up to them, seeming somewhat agitated. “We’re done for the day let’s go” the all moved to stand up, Nathan groaning a bit. As they walked toward the locker room Curtis turned to Kelly “what was that about earlier?” Prompting Kelly to recount the story, yet again.

As they all walked into the locker room Nathan jeered at Kelly as she finished her story “hurray! It’s the starlet of justice!” Kelly scoffed “I was only sayin’ that the lad she used to go out with was a dick. i was only bein’ nice” Nathan snorted “oh yeah, you were bein’ lovely. Right up until you threw the chair at her.” (Y/n) scoffed out a laugh and shoved him toward his locker. (Y/n) turned to Kelly “well I understand we’re you were comin’ from.” Kelly smiled at her but before she could respond Curtis let out a noise as he reeled back “don’t be doin’ that shit around me.” Everyone turned their attention to Curtis to see Simon standing near him. Curtis furrowed his eyebrows “you been in here all day?” He asked as if he had forgotten this mornings plan. “Yeah” Simon replied, almost smugly, much to near everyone’s confusion. “What happened?” Kelly asked. Simon looked in her direction but quickly turned his attention back to Curtis, a knowing expression still on his face “nothing, no one came in” he said simply. Nathan gasped sarcastically “that’s an anti-climax!” (Y/n) shrugged before walking up to Simon, touching his bicep affectionately “thanks anyway Si” she said sweetly, inspiring a cheeky grin on the shy boys face.

The night had began to wind down. (Y/n) had sprang for noodles for dinner, dishing it out from the pot into two bowls. When she had entered her living room Nathan jumping in his seat with excitement for his food. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at his childishness as she handing him his bowl and sat next to him, switching in the tv so they could half pay attention to whatever shifty sitcom was running. Nathan greedily shovelled a mound of noodles into his mouth, he let out a surprised squeal as he burned his mouth, biting off the noodles so he didn’t burn his lips. “Shit!” He exclaimed, his mouth still full “that’s fucking hot!” (Y/n) grinned, amused “oh it’s hot? That’s weird, stove must be broken” Nathan made a face at her “don’t be a smart arse” he said tickling here side, she sprang away from him “if you make me spill noodles on my fucking couch I’ll kill ya!” Nathan snorted and returned to eating, learning his lesson by eating slower. After eating in silence for about a minute Nathan quipped “would ya look at us! We’re damn near fuckin’ domestic!” (Y/n) just rolled her eyes and nudged him with her side.

Nathan was cleaning up the pots and bowls from earlier when (y/n) had joined him in the kitchen, she caught the way he would crane his neck up, wincing, when he was looking down at the sink too long. “You alright?” She asked. Nathan shrugged “yeah I’m fine, I’m fine. Sofa bed is just doin’ a number in my back but, beggars can’t be choosers” (y/n) furrowed her eyebrows. She considered it a minute, was what she was about to suggest a good idea? Probably not. Did she want to suggest it anyway? Yes, yes she did. “You could join me in the bed tonight.” Nathan halted his movements, turning to (y/n) with a smirk “took ya that long to cave eh?” (Y/n) let out a teasing groan “to sleep Nathan! Just sleep!” Nathan jokingly scoffed “yeah, sure” he said as he finished up the washing. (Y/n) pointed an accusing finger at him “just for tonight, alright. Just to give your back a break.” It was not just for that night, in fact after that night, the sofa bed was quickly forgotten about entirely.

Although they had maintained their distance when they fell asleep they had woken up to (y/n)s blaring alarm clock tangled in each other’s limbs. Their close proximity didn’t phase either of them though, Nathan stirred at the noise and looked down to see (y/n) doing the same. (Y/n) detached herself from his embrace, clicking the alarm off before flopping back down into his arms. “Morning” Nathan greeted groggily. She just hummed in response. After a few minutes of intimate serenity (y/n) hauled herself out of the bed “I’m going for a shower, put the kettle on?” Nathan smiled before mumbling out a “sure”

Later in the day they found themselves changed into their jumpsuits, lounging on the assortment of furniture splayed on the community centres rooftop. Well (y/n) and Curtis were lounging, Nathan was stood to attention, focusing so hard on a glass bottle that he could have popped a damn blood vessel. The door to the rooftop was thrown open as Simon entered, clearly alarmed. “We’ve got a problem.” Nathan huffed dramatically as his focus was broken “will you shut up? I nearly had it.” Simon furrowed his eyebrows “what’s he doing?” Simon asked directing his attention to (y/n) and Curtis. Curtis was laid on his back with his eyes buried in the crook of his elbow “he’s tryna smash the bottle with his mind” the utter annoyance in his voice was comical. Nathan just continued to grunt out strange noises, continuing his efforts. “I don’t think it’s happening, hun” (y/n) said with amused affection but Nathan paid no mind. Curtis sat up and looked at Nathan for the first time in a while “I think he’s gonna shit himself.” At this point Nathan was bearing his teeth, REALLY threatening to burst a blood vessel now. Suddenly he kicked over the case that the bottle was sat on in frustration “oh, bullshit” he grunted out as the bottle flew towards Simon, smashing just shy of his feet. Nathan moved to sit on the table directly in front of where (y/n) was sitting, still sighing in frustration. “We’ve got a problem” Simon repeated but Nathan didn’t miss a beat with “I’ve got a power, I know it, I can feel it in my balls!” (Y/n) let out a curt laugh, moving her legs to have each of her feet set atop Nathan’s spread thighs. “I think you might wanna get that checked, love.” She said grinning. “Listen to me!” Simon tried to insist but Nathan kept persisting “it’s like a soft vibrating. You get that, yeah?” He said turning to Curtis, who just stared at him “no.” Simon stepped forward with urgency “they’re gonna dig up the bodies!” Well, that go everyone’s attention. “They’re building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover.” Nathan’s face scrunched up slightly as he subconsciously smoothed his hands over (y/n)s calves “they’re building a what? That sounds made up. Are we supposed to know what that is?” Simon huffed a little “it’s to measure the carbon monoxide from the flyover. When they dig the foundations they’ll find the bodies.” They all exchanged a look. “We need to talk to the others” (y/n) said, they all nodded before springing up to leave the rooftop. Nathan moved toward her, their prior position putting him directly in-between her legs, and grabbed her by the waist, hailing her up and carrying her off to follow the others.

The lot of them knelt in front of the mound of clothing, looking over their shoulders nervously and aimlessly digging to make it look like they were busy. Curtis leaned in “we need to move them.” Nathan stared at him for a second “a couple of questions. ‘How?’ ‘Where?’ ‘Are you out of your mind?’” “If we leave them there, they’ll find them.” Nathan threw his hands up “oh, where as digging them up and wandering around with them, that’s a low-risk strategy!” Curtis scrutinised him “oh you’ve got a better idea? Let’s hear it.” “Yeah, I do have a better idea, why don’t you…” he whistles and twirls his fingers “and stop us killing the probation worker in the first place?” Curtis leaned back in toward him “you show me how it works and I’ll do it” Simons cut through their bickering “we need a car.” Nathan turned to him “have you got a car?” Simons face fell a tad and he shook his head “no.” Nathan huffed “great maybe we should call a cab. Better make it a seven seater.” The sound of the door opening and closing alerted the group as they all faced the entrance to see Kelly strolling in. (Y/n) noticed she was off instantly, she was acting like she was undercover or some shit and she didn’t have her trademark ponytail for once. “Where’ve you been?” Alisha asked. Kelly fiddled with her hair, avoiding eye contact with everyone. “I had to go doctors…” she replied quietly. “Yeah?” Nathan began “well while you were gettin’ your smear test, big shock! We heard the bodies are about to be dug up” Simon chimes in “they’re building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover” “sounds like bullshit, right?” Alisha whipped her head toward Kelly “can you steal a car?” Curtis quickly added “can you get a car?” Kelly scrunched your her face “ will you all fuck off?” And then stormed toward a table, shoving all its contents onto the floor to sit down. (Y/n) stood up to walk over to her. “Alright touchy. Look, we’re a bunch of young offenders and not one of us knows how to steal a car? That is pathetic.” The group continued their discussion as (y/n) reached Kelly. “Are you alright?” (Y/n) asked, reaching to take Kelly’s hand “yeah I’m fine…” Kelly replied begrudgingly, (y/n) was clearly unconvinced “are you sure?” She pressed. Kelly snatched her hand away from (y/n)s grasp “I said In fine! Fuck off!” (Y/n) stepped back slightly at Kelly’s outburst, (y/n) was not used to being on the receiving end of Kelly’s outbursts. (Y/n) raised her hands up defensively, backing away without another word.

They’d taken Alisha’s dads car and it was a, possibly criminal, tight squeeze. (Y/n), to no one’s surprise, was sat in Nathan’s lap. It had only been logical since she sat in his lap in normal circumstances. They were discussing what to do with the bodies when they’d thought of storing them at the community centre until they came up with a solid plan. “Oh great” Curtis started sarcastically “the community centre, cuz they have a special room for storing rotting corpses.” Nathan, while mindlessly playing with the rings on (y/n)s fingers, piped up nonchalantly “there’s a disused storeroom upstairs. I’ve got a key.” Everyone paused “why have you got a key?” Kelly asked. Everyone’s eyes were trained on Nathan as he looked around at expectant faces, before puffing out “I nicked them because I was living in the community centre, okay? Happy? Big secret revealed. Yeah.” Alisha hiccuped a laugh before she paused “what do you mean you WERE livin’ in the community centre?” Nathan shrugged “well I’m not anymore.” Kelly furrowed her brows “where are you livin’ then?” Another expectant silence befell the car. This time (y/n) blurted “he’s living with me, alright?” Everyone’s eyes snapped to her. “Oh my god!” Alisha gasped out “are you two shagging?” Queue Nathan and (y/n) stuttering over their words to explain themselves “no!” (Y/n) managed. “We’re not shagging, he’s just staying with me so he’s not living in the fucking community centre alright?” Curtis laughed “yeah, right, that’s believable”

They’d arrived at the burial location and began to uncover the bodies, the closer they got the more everyone began reeling back and retching from the horrid smell emanating off the now weeks old bodies. The bodies were slowly drawn from the ground and wrapped in thick blankets to be put in the boot of the car. (Y/n) and Simon both fought to stuff the bodies into the car as Nathan and Kelly filled the hole they left back in. And finally when all their problems had been dealt with they could get back in the car and finally wrap up this monstrous night.

The community centre was, naturally, abandoned this time of night. Honestly (y/n) was glad Nathan had decided to keep hold of the set of keys he’d swiped because it would be so much more difficult if they’d had to break in with rotting corpses in tow. They all worked to haul the bodies through the building as Nathan made quick work of the locks. As the group trudged into the room Nathan stood by the door “I like your cap” he said to Kelly as she passed, snatching it from her head. “No!” She squealed. When he pulled the cap away, a wig came with it, revealing Kelly’s completely bald head. She stared at them, mortified, before taking off down the hallway. After a few moments of stunned shock, (y/n) took the cap and wig from Nathan’s hands and sprinted down the hall after her, calling her name.

Nathan stomped out of the community centre trying to find the two girls and by the time he did they were sat on the steps talking lowly, Kelly had yet again adorned her wig and cap. She was clearly upset as (y/n) stroked her back, soothing her. Nathan sat down next to them meekly. None of them said anything for a moment before Nathan, of course, broke the silence “so, I think that whole moving the bodies thing went pretty well. Ya know…considering” Kelly stared at him flatly “if ya laugh at me I will kick the shit outta ya” Nathan brought his hands up in front of him “I’m not gonna laugh who’s laughin’?” Kelly wordlessly rested her head on (y/n)s shoulder. As (y/n) stroked Kelly’s shoulder she finally asked “so…why are you bald?” Kelly huffed “this morning I was in the shower and my hair started fall in’ out.” Nathan shuffled in place “what did the doctor say?“ Kelly shrugged “they don’t know. They’re gonna have to send me for some tests.” (Y/n) tightened her arm around Kelly’s shoulder “I’m sorry Kells…” Kelly shrugged again but leaned further into (y/n)s arms regardless. “Do you want us to walk you home?” (Y/n) asked. She could feel Kelly nod into her shoulder “alright.”

(Y/n) and Nathan fell into bed, flat on their backs, utterly exhausted. “We’ll that was…a day” (y/n) stated. Nathan gripped her to pull her in to snuggle but (y/n) broke away, causing a whine to rise from Nathan’s throat. (Y/n) giggled “if I get too comfortable I’m going to pass out I need to get ready for bed first. She retreated to the bathroom to do her regular nighttime ritual as Nathan stayed in the bedroom to do his, which was honestly just taking off his shoes and trousers. He joined her in the bathroom to brush his teeth, she was dressed in a shirt multiple sizes too big for her, so big in fact that it was easy to miss the tiny bits of her shorts that peaked out from under it. The two brushed their teeth together before stumbling back to bed, getting cozy under the covered and falling asleep in seconds.

When they’d gotten to the community centre the next day Kelly was screaming and shouting about finding out who turned her bald. It was the girl from her restorative justice bullshit from a few days ago, Jodi. Seeing Jodis ex boyfriend bald and raging about Kelly had put the pieces together and she was pissed. Meanwhile Nathan was dwelling on what a useless power it was “so she has the power to turn people bald? That is rubbish!” Kelly was still fuming when (y/n) turned to her “do you think she can reverse it too?” Kelly whipped her head toward (y/n)s direction “she fuckin’ better! Or else I’ll fuckin’ kill her! I will!” Kelly let out a rage filled puff of air “I swear! When I catch her, I’m gonna batter her! I’m gonna rip her tits off.”

The discussion of the bodies had, of course, come up again. Simon was pitching his newest idea “we bury the bodies under the foundations of the environmental monitoring station before they pour in the concrete.” Nathan reeled back a little at that “so your plan is, we dig up the bodies, and the we re-bury them in exactly the same place?” He asked incredulously before sarcastically adding “you’re a genius…” (y/n) held up a hand to stop him, turning to Simon “actually…that might work.” Curtis nodded smiling. “Yeah, that’s dead smart.” Kelly added, also with a smile. Simons face grew into a pleased grin as Nathan sputtered “it’s okay.” Though the group was quickly dispersed as floppy haired knob-head carted them off the carry some boxes.

They’d gotten changed back into their own clothes, readying for yet another highly illegal adventure but they’d walked out just in time to see Alisha walking away with charity prick. “Where’s she goin’?” Nathan asked. Kelly’s face scrunched at the display “urgh, is she hookin’ up with him?” (Y/n) turned to Kelly “right? Thank god I’m not the only person who doesn’t see it.” She joked earning a smile from Kelly. Simon turned “how do we move the bodies without her dads car?” Nathan nodded turning to Curtis, pointing at him “you need to get that tart in the phone, and tell her we need her dads car to shift the stuffs.” Curtis was already walking away by the time he finished his sentence. “Where are you going?” (Y/n) asked “we need to move the bodies” Kelly added. Curtis snapped around, clearly frustrated “you deal with it!” And then he just continued to walk away “this is your problem too ya know?” (Y/n) called after him to no response. Simon, ever the brainstormer, suggested “we could take Sallys car.” Nathan scrunched up his face “who’s Sally?”

So now they’re a bunch of young offenders who apparently DO know how to steal a car. A car that they were now desperately shoving two dead bodies into. However before they could take off with the bodies Sally had come out, urging the four of them to hide behind whatever they could. When Sally got into her car and started it (y/n)s face had morphed to a scowl as she slowly turned her head to Nathan “you left the keys in the fucking ignition?” Nathan just grimaced as Sally drove off and took the bodies with her.

The four of them were spread out the rooftop as Nathan left his third voicemail to Curtis. “So the probation worker is drivin’ around with the stuffs in the boot of her car. Just thought you’d wanna know. Anyway, call me.” He hung up and stomped over to the others, he plopped down on the ground between (y/n)s open knees “so I guess that’s it” he said, hooking his arms under (y/n)s calves to sling them over his shoulders “were goin’ to prison.” Kelly half shrugged “yeah, my career teacher said that’s where I’d end up.” Nathan leaned his head back into (y/n)s lap “yeah well, you’ll do alright in prison. You’ve got the whole bald thing. You’re well butch.” (Y/n) scowled at that and flicked his forehead. “Ow! Betrayal!” He cried. Simon was desperately trying to rationalise “maybe Sally won’t look in the boot.” Nathan made a sarcastic face and paired it with a comment of “oh! Fingers crossed, eh?”

It was a miserable, sleepless night. They waited anxiously to find out whether or not they were all going to spend the rest of their lives rotting in a cell. “We woulda been arrested by now if she found the bodies.” Alisha rationalised but Simon quickly shut it down “maybe they’re waiting until we’re all together” Nathan whined “now why would you say something like that?“ “What time does she usually get here?” Kelly asked. Nathan room his phone out to check the time “about eight o’clock.”

They all hid behind the bins, buzzing with anxiety, waiting for Sally to arrive. Finally her car pulled into the car park, her driving was calm, as if nothing was amiss. “She didn’t look in the boot” Kelly pointed out with a smile. Nathan beamed “we’re gonna be okay, we’re not goin’ to prison!” He quietly cheered, pulling (y/n) into an excited hug. Curtis suddenly rushed toward the two “she’s gonna get out the car, walk to the boot, and find the bodies.” Alisha was quick to interject “how do you know?” (Y/n) scoffed “it’s kinda his whole thing Lish.” As they watched Sally get out of the car, Nathan grumbled “get the bodies!” He picked up a large rock, and without hesitation, hurled it at Sallys windshield. “What the hell are you doing?” Nathan scrambled for a response “it’s just pure, mindless vandalism.” Sally approached Nathan, seething. “What is the matter with you? Are you mentally deficient?” Nathan almost laughed “if I was mentally deficient, I woulda missed. Check that out, bullseye.” He replied cockily. Sally screamed at him, commanding him to go to her office. As they walked away the remainder of the group was quick to spring into action, snatching the bodies and burying them exactly where they needed to be.

The group could finally relax, for the first time in twenty four hours (y/n) could fully relax while Nathan held her in his lap, both of them fully reclined in a comfortable chair on the roof, sharing a cigarette. “Doesn’t matter who’s after us now, they’ll never find the bodies.” Kelly pointed out. “They’re gonna think the probation worker is still alive” Simon added, the group turned to him urging him to continue “I stole his credit card. I used it to book a flight.” The group all beamed at him, praising him for the idea. Simon riding the high of being praised excited proposed they all go out for a drink. (Y/n) and Nathan however weren’t paying attention as they passed the cigarette between them and giggled at god knows what “you sure yous two aren’t shagging?” Curtis’ voice cut through their giggles but (y/n) just rolled her eyes and stood up to leave, pulling Nathan up with her. As they passed Simon he asked again to go out for a drink. “Are you askin’ me out on a date?” Nathan asked. Simon sputtered “I meant all of us.” Nathan dawned a face of mocking questioning “did you?” He busted out the dramatics “I am not your whore!” He finished his little performance by grabbing (y/n)s hand and “storming” out. As they trudged downstairs to the locker rooms (y/n) started “ya know what? After today I think we deserve some booze and a takeaway!” Nathan stopped dead in his tracks, dramatically slamming his hands to the left side of his chest “oh!” He exclaimed, reaching one of his arms towards her “a woman after my own heart!” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm and yanking him in the direction of the locker room.

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Summary: While Peacemaker was in prison, Vigilante made another friend and she had a much lovelier voice than Chris did. After a takedown, Adrian can't quite get his thoughts off her.

Ps. Both Doctor Freak and Snowflame are actually DC villains for some weird reason. They're such dumb concepts. I love them.

Tags: Heroes & Heroines, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Bad Flirting, Peacemaker is an butthead

Song Recommendation: Killer by The Hoosiers

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Button. That was Y/N's hero name. She didn't pick it. God no. The news did. In their defence, it did make sense. She left a little circular button pin type thing on each body she injured. Each button would have the crime they committed in bubble letters across the centre.

In her mind, it was so people would know what sins the person had committed. At first, she did think about branding them but that meant that she'd have to carry around something with fire and all of the pokers. That was too much to carry and would encumber her further. Her hero uniform was not equipped with many pockets. Two small ones on her skin tight kevlar two piece and four on her hooded knee length black coat.

For a while, Button and Vigilante had worked together quite well. Admittedly, their tactics were a little different. Vigilante would rush in and attack without thinking it through. He would go with the flow of the fight. That's probably why he got injured so much. Button would survey the situation and try to pick enemies off from a distance before engaging in hand to hand combat.

That's not to say she didn't enjoy fighting alongside him. She did. He was fun. Cocky. Spoke a little like a fuckboy. Totally dumb. But fun.

"Hey, Vee, there's two by the door if you want to fuck them up," she spoke through comms, one eye looking through the telescopic sight of her rifle.

"On my way," he responded. "You know, if you're free afterwards, I'd love to fuck you up too in a different way. A sexy way, if you know what I mean."

Jokingly, she retorted, making sure her voice was dripping with sarcasm, "No. I have no idea what you mean."

"My Wednesday night is totally free and I'd love to fill it up with you. Or, I guess, fill you up with me."

"Just beat these guys up."

Vigilante had a little scuffle with the criminals. Somehow he appeared behind them and tapped the one on the shoulder, waving as #1 turned around. In a cheerful voice, he informed them, "Hey. Did you know that there's a 1-in-3 chance the police will never identify your killer if you're murdered in the US."

The two looked confused for a moment before Vigilante punched #2 in the face then swiped his leg out and got #1 in the stomach. The stomach punch would take more time to recover from so Vigilante focused on #2, getting him by the neck and slamming him against the wall.

As #2 hit the wall, he let out a pained groan. Vigilante gave a small chuckle before repeating the action over and over. "You really should be careful about head injuries. They suck!" He teased.

His attention was fully on #2. So much that he forgot #1 existed. The criminal took a knife off the back of his waistband and raised it ready to stab Vigilante in the shoulder. But, what #1 didn't know was that Vig had back up. Button immediately lined up the shot and shot #1 in the crotch. He let out a whelp and fell backwards.

"Ha ha! You fucker," Vigilante yelled in triumph, turning around and watching as the criminal writhed in pain on the floor. "Nice shot, sugar tits."

She gave him a salute from where she was positioned, but due to his visor, she had no idea whether he saw or not. Still, she couldn't fault him for not giving away his identity as she did the same. Her face was hidden by a bespoke, silver mask that covered all but her left eye and cheek. She placed a pair of prescription steampunk goggles over it because she couldn't see anything else. It's hard having bad eyesight.

Whilst she waited for him to finish messing with the thugs, she sang a little song to herself. It passed the time and Vig never seemed to mind.

🎵 I hate my work, but I'm in control

I'm fearless now, but it cost my soul

Save yourselves, the moon is full

Under its power, gravitational pull 🎵

He liked her voice. It was a nice change of pace from the grunting, growling henchmen that he fought. If he was being totally honest, he often prolonged his fights so she'd get bored and start singing to herself. That was one of the things that he loved most about teaming up with her.

🎵 Blood red lips, they shake like leaves

You're flesh and blood, but what's underneath? 🎵

Peacemaker's voice wasn't as lovely as Y/N's.

After finishing with the thugs, Vigilante gestured for her to join him. She was by his side in minutes, still singing as she slung her gun on her back and made her way down from her vantage point.

🎵Don't turn out the lights

Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer

And he's coming after you

Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight

Cause there's a killer and he's coming after you🎵

Adrian swayed his head to her melody and got annoyed when she went quiet as they stalked further into the building. "Why'd you stop?"

"Sneaking in is going to be difficult if I keep on singing, dumbass," she explained, taking her pistol out of its holster and twisting a silencer onto the barrel. "And for all we know, there are more guards inside."

"There are no more guards inside," he responded. She gave him a playful kick in the shin, which caused him to yelp. Immediately, they heard the shuffling of other sets of feet. "Brains and tits. Who knew?"

More flirting was about to happen. He could feel it in the depths of his balls.

"Why so sexist, baby?" She teased, winking, which was stupid because he probably couldn't tell behind her goggles.

Underneath his mask, his cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. Mostly from her calling him 'baby', but also because he was mentally cursing himself for being a bad feminist.

Instead of going back on his comment, he retorted, "I think you mean sexy not sexist? I can see the little thought bubble above your head that says 'Wow, Vigilante is so sexy. I wish his face was stuffed between my thighs right now'. That's totally what you're thinking, baby cakes."

Eating her out. Awesome. Now she was thinking about it.

Chuckling, she leant towards him and forcefully turned his head to look at her. "Hot stuff, I'd choke you out before you even got down there."

Choking. Cool. Now he was thinking about that.

Safe to say that both of them were distracted.

There were slow, heavy steps coming down the stairs, and neither of them noticed until it was too late. They stood in a doorway mercilessly teasing each other and only stopped when a voice shouted, "Cocaine is my God - and I am the human instrument of its will!" Fuck. It was Snowflame. He was high as shit and unloading an uzi wildly into the room.

Nobody knew how he got his superpowers from the substance. Snowflake believed it was because he worshipped cocaine and, therefore, his innate belief gave him superhuman strength and speed. Hey, at least he wasn't on actual speed. Maybe he was.

Noticing before she did, Vigilante pushed Button behind the wall next to the door, pressing his body firmly against hers. Looking down at her, he flirted, "Hey, come here often?"

She pushed him off her and reared around the wall, shooting in the general direction she heard the voice, replying as she shot, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Both."

Clearly, she had hit someone as they let out a cry of pain and they heard as a body hit the ground. It wasn't Snowflame. She could tell. The scream wasn't manic sounding enough.

"Are you going to help me or not?" She asked, trying to urge Vigilante to start Vigilanting. He nodded as if had forgotten what they were here to do in the first place and ran to the other side of the door, shooting as he got a line of sight and taking down two more people.

"Four henchmen remaining. One coked up asshole."

"The hostages?"

"Can't see them."

Before either of them could react, Snowflame was in front of Vigilante, his white and red suit covered in powder. Holy shit, he was fast. "Do you have a moment to talk about my lord and saviour the Big C?"

"The only blow I want is my dick sucked, so fuck off!" Vig yelled as he brought his fist to Snowflame's dick. The cokehead clutched his junk with one hand and tried to aim at Vigilante's head with his uzi hand.

Snowflame's gun was out of bullets. He had wasted them aimlessly shooting into his storage room. The stacks of packaged coke burst open, getting Snowflame way more high than he already was (if that's possible).

Button moved inside the room, ducking behind a stack of blow, using it as cover from the henchmen's fire. Multiple bullets hit the pouches, causing it to look as if it were snowing. Snowing illegal drugs. The way her mask was shaped meant that her left nostril was exposed. Her little back and forth with Vigilante had thrown her off her usual rhythm and she didn't think about what happens when you breathe in cocaine.

Filled with a new sense of confidence, Y/N peaked her head around her cover and began singing again. Why not? There obviously was no better time.

🎵 It's alright to scream

I'm screaming too,

Why'd you think I do these things I do?

For shadows haunted me like ghosts,

So I became what I feared the most 🎵

As Button was having the time of her life recklessly shooting at the henchmen, Vigilante was busy. Busy trying to fight Snowflame, who used his speed every time his opponent tried to punch, moving out of the way just in time for Vig to completely miss.

'What are the limitations of drugs?', Adrian thought. Addiction was the obvious answer. But, that wasn't the one Adrian went for. Paranoia. That's easier to fuck with.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, did I tell you that Batman said he was travelling to Evergreen when I spoke to him on the phone the other day?"

Yelling back, she excitedly exclaimed, "That's so cool. Totally going to steal one of his batarangs." Then started singing again.

🎵 I conduct fear like electricity

A man made monstrosity 🎵

"Batman is here?" Snowflame mumbled to himself, completely slowing down, his uzi falling from his hands. "Batman... is here... and he's going to kill me."

Awesome. Snowflame was in one spot so Vigilante could suckerpunch him in the throat. With a grunt, the coke head fell backwards, his hands flailing above his head in surrender. Vigilante stood on his wrists and aimed his gun at the villain's head. "Where are the hostages?"

"Hostages?" Snowflame coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. "There... were no hostages."

"Bullshit."

"I swear to you, there were no hostages!" Vigilante changed where his gun was pointing and he removed his foot for a moment, shooting off one of Snowflame's fingers as a warning. "Snowflame doesn't have any hostages. Only prisoners. Only Doctor Freak. Gave me bad LSD last Tuesday."

"Doctor Freak?"

For fucks sake. So they killed these people for no reason. Well, they were still criminals and that was enough for Vigilante. He shrugged and shot Snowflame between the eyes. That was one problem solved.

Inside the room, Button had easily shot three of the henchmen then dropped her gun. She wanted a challenge and she left the beefiest guy for last. She had even waited for him to run out of bullets, which didn't take long since he was using a shotgun.

As he was reloading, she ran up and smacked the bullets from his hand, engaging in hand to hand combat. Her first punch landed on his stomach, but he didn't budge. Shit.

Weakly, she tried to think of the next lines of the song she was singing. Nope. Couldn't remember them.

Backing up slowly, she grabbed a handful of powder and blew it into his face, quickly circling the stack so she could sneak attack him from behind. She jumped onto the beefy criminals back and mercilessly pummeled her fists into his head.

Reaching back, the brickshit house grabbed ahold of her neck and flipped her over his shoulder, letting her harshly land on the ground with a thump. Owch. To add to the discomfort, the guy roughly brought his first to her mouth, breaking part of her mask off.

Basically, now it was just a simple half mask. That would be enough for anyone to get a clear picture of what she looked like.

"Awfully handsy, big boy," she teased, spitting some blood out and swiping his legs out from under him. Currently they were both on the floor. "Love the taste of blood on a peaceful Wednesday night. Or is it Thursday morning by now? I haven't got the time. Do you?"

The issue with a lot of muscle mass is speed. Y/N was first to her feet and reached to the back of her belt hoping for her hand to land on the knife she kept there. It wasn't.

"Oh fuck."

It had dislodged itself when she was thrown to the ground. Beefy boy found it as soon as he was up from prone and took a slash. The first missed as she dodge out of the way. So did the second. The third? The third hit her in the shoulder causing a deep gash to be visible through her uniform.

Cocaine is not a painkiller. But it does hype you up. It's euphoric. At this moment, she did not care about her injury. She mostly cared that she couldn't remember the lyrics to her song. It hadn't been finished and that was the problem.

"Hey, Vig, chuck me a knife!"

Vigilante was done with his fight. What the hell was she doing? He was supposed to be the idiotic one. Not even bothering to humour her, he simply shot beefy boy in the head and made his way to her.

"How does the song end? A man made... monstrosity." She tried her hardest as he got in her face. Vigilante took her head in his hands to survey her eyeballs. Dilated to shit. Either she was in love with him or high on blow. "Something about a light. The next line is something about a light."

"You're off your fucking face!" He laughed and slapped her lightly on the cheek. "You're fucked up."

That was the moment that he realised her mask. He'd never seen her lips before. Well, half of her lips. They were...they were...nope. No. Not going there. A man could get a heart attack from thinking about it.

"Don't worry, Butt," he softly said, using the nickname that she hated the most. He had no idea why he was still cradling her cheeks. Probably should stop doing that. "I've got you. I won't kill you for drug consumption. It is a misdemeanour, though so..."

"What are you going to do then? Punish me?"

Oh fuck. She was begging. The way her eyes were looking at him. Just looking at him. Arousal hit him like a wave. He had to take his hands away. Otherwise, he would have been tempted to touch her. So very tempted.

"Come on, let's see what this Doctor Freak looks like."

Without looking back, he made his way further into the building. She followed, muttering more about the goddamned Hoosiers song. "I've got it. It's 'Don't turn out the lights, kiss... kiss me? No. Kiss yourself. Kiss yourself goodnight. Kiss me goodnight? Me? Yourself? Themselves? Fuck. I don't know."

He wasn't listening to her. That would end badly. As soon as he heard the word 'kiss', he decided to count in his head. It was a trick he used for this kind of situation. It happened often. Once he was sure he wouldn't try anything, he stopped.

The pair made it to what they assumed was Snowflame's bedroom, mowing down henchmen that had no idea that their boss was dead at every corner. It was strange that he would want to sleep in one of his supply warehouses, but hey, nose candy can make you act a little weird.

Just ask Y/N. Her behaviour became more jumpy for the next half an hour. Everytime a bad guy would appear, she would lower her voice and joke, "I'm Batman," in the hopes that they would get scared and run away. It didn't work at all.

Snowflame's bedroom looked as if it was out of a really awful 80's porno. Hugh Heffner would have been proud. Everything was red silk and velvet with obvious incredibly gross stains. On the floor in front of the four poster bed was a John Lennon looking guy manacled to the bed. Was this Doctor Freak? The whole thing was... just weird. Were Snowflame and Doctor Freak together?

"Ooh kinky," she exclaimed, rushing in and kneeling in front of the man. "How hard was the fuck out of ten, good sir?"

"Button, shut up for five seconds." Oh, how the turntables.

She pouted and got up, moving behind Vigilante as he interrogated John Lennon. It was a short interrogation. All he asked was, "Are you Doctor Freak?" and when the guy nodded, he was shot. Twice.

"Viggy?"

"What?"

"Would you ever handcuff me to a bed?"

He hesitated, looking at her. "You're high." She took a step closer to him and he backed away. This was not good. He surveyed the scene. There was nothing of value. Great. It was time to leave. They would get out of the building, she'd go one way and he'd go the other.

Well, he'd probably forget everything before they paired up next, he told himself. Deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He would be thinking about this for a while.

Making their way out of the warehouse, she started to come down. Finally. And now she knew the end of the song. It was just the chorus again. Oh fuck. She was bleeding. She was bleeding a lot. He hadn't noticed because he was too busy trying not to look at her. And she was too fucked up to care.

"Do you have a first aid kit in your car?" She asked, sounding back to normal, which was a relief to him.

Turning to face her, he started to say, "Why, are you-" then saw how she was clutching her shoulder. "Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why didn't you say? Come on."

Following him to the Vigilante-mobile, she sang the final bit of the song as they hurried.

🎵 Don't turn out the lights

Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer

And he's coming after you

Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight

Cause there's a killer 🎵

A small grin spread across his face for a second listening to her voice once again before he remembered her cut. Reaching the car, which he had parked quite far away to be inconspicuous, he opened the door for her and sped back to his house. He didn't have a first aid kit in his car. He should. That would make nights like this a lot easier. But he didn't.

Button had never been to his apartment before. She hadn't seen his face, so obviously she'd never seen his home. What kind of weirdo shows someone their house before their face? Adrian Chase, that's who.

Ushering her inside and essentially pushing her down on his couch, he found the first aid kit and rifled through it for the correct shit. She checked out her injury. Couple of stitches and it would be fine. She said she could do it herself, but he insisted.

By the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to get a clear view to sew it up through her clothes, so she awkwardly took her jacket and top off, leaving her in just a bra. If only she had some of that cocaine confidence at this point.

Tonight, he had seen most of her. There was no point in the mask. While he knelt in front of her, she took her mask off. She trusted him to patch her up. And to see what she looked like.

Looking up, his eyes widened. "Oh."

"What?"

"You're- you're so beautiful." Was it his imagination, or did a blush streak up her cheeks and her entire body heat up?

"Very funny, Vee."

Step one for concentration: don't look at her face.

Step two: don't look at her tits.

Step three: don't listen as she groans out in pain.

Failing all three in record speed, she made a small whine as he poked the needle in and immediately his gaze moved up across from her shoulder to her breasts and up to her mouth, the origin of the sound. A small smile curved on his lips.

"What?" She repeated. He was acting so skittish and nervous.

"You just look so damn beautiful." He said it a little too sincerely. And the way his eyes were looking at her... She felt like melting. It was only a small gesture, but she let him take his time and look at her wherever he wanted, following his eyeline the entire time. Fuck. She still had an open wound. "I..uh, I better get back to, you know."

"Playing nurse."

Nodding, he carried on, humming to drown out her noises. It was over soon and he tilted up the pane of his visor to evaluate his work. It wasn't too shabby. Smiling (she could tell by the crinkles around his eyes), he gestured to his handwork and gazed up at her.

"Green."

"Huh?"

"I don't know why but I didn't expect your eyes to be green." She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to really scan them. Her hand came up to his chin and slowly shifted his head from left to right, inspecting the parts of his face she could see. She wanted to memorise every detail before she lost it. Not because she wanted to know his identity, but because what she saw was lovely to look at. "They're pretty."

For a while, they just sat there in silence as he wrapped a bandage around her. It was nice. He was nice. And she was in no rush to leave.

"Do you want me to take my mask off?"

"Not if you don't want to. I'm okay with not knowing."

Did he want to take his mask off? What if she didn't like what she saw? But, and here's the kicker, what if she did? Yes. No. He had no idea how to respond. His mind was a mess. He didn't know if he should demask, ask her to leave, or go to town on this girl. He wanted to, but he didn't know if that was the best decision.

In the end, he decided to keep the mask on. That would be better for both of them, right?

A silence fell between them until she broke it, smiling as she leaned to the left, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Now he really didn't know what to do. He wanted to keep her here. He could stay with her all night, and make her forget about her troubles. But, did she want to? Before he thought too hard about it, he comfortingly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, his covered lips soon finding her forehead.

"Aw, Vig, don't tell me you've gone soft on me now," she teased, smiling up at him as his eyes softened.

"Say that again and I'll rip your brain out of your pussy."

"There he is. Don't think that is possible, but good luck trying." She leaned up and gave him a quick peck to the cheek. "I better get out of here before I find too much out about your life."

He knew he should let her go, but he couldn't. "At least stay for a beer or two."

"One beer."

Thank fuck."Deal." He smiled, his whole face warming up as he went to retrieve the drinks. He removed his gloves since it was incredibly difficult to unscrew the caps with them on, and handed one over to her. She accepted it with a smile. "For you, mademoiselle."

"Merci."

It was a quiet night. They drank and talked for a while. As she sipped, she took his bare hand and examined it. Every piece of skin he had shown tonight was fascinating to her. She traced the bones of his hand with her pointer so gently. He closed his eyes as she continued and it felt like every nerve ending in his body was singing.

When she was done, she looked up at him. He opened his eyes and tried to look casual, but there was no denying. She smiled widely, enjoying his obvious relaxation.

"You could always sleep here if you want. I'll take the couch. You take my bed. It'll be like a sleepover. Not that I went to any of them, so I'm just guessing."

Fuck. She didn't want to decline the offer. She really didn't. But, "I start my new job tomorrow. Got an early start. Yeah, can't be late on a first day."

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that's cool. Guess I'll see you when we patrol next," he mumbled out, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

Just before she was out of the door, she got up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to where she assumed his were under the mask. "See you soon, Vee."

"You better, Butt."

The next day she started her new job. She got there on time and was shown around by her manager, learning the ropes in no time. She met a few of the workers and they seemed nice enough. After a few hours of running around like a chicken with her head cut off, she was finally able to take a break to sit down and get her wits about her.

And that's when Adrian's shift started. He made his way into the staff room and clocked in, noticing Button dressed up in a Fennel Fields uniform sat by the back door. As soon as he caught her eye, he gestured for her to follow him.

When they were outside and out of view, he pushed her against the wall, arm coming to her throat. "Did you follow me here?"

Button could easily recognise that voice.

"Vee?!?" she exclaimed.

So this was a coincidence. He could tell by how surprised she was. He took his arm off her and rested it by the side of her head, which caused her to chuckle.

Now she knew what he looked like, and by the way she tilted his badge so she could read it, she knew his name too. "Hi Adrian. I'm Y/N."

Oh fuck. He had no idea what came over him. He was remembering last night and how she made him feel, and wouldn't you know it, his hand found its way to the back of her neck and jerked her lips forward onto his. He kissed her, hard, possessively.

She moaned into his mouth as she ran her hand over his back, the fabric of his #2 uniform causing her to feel different. It was softer. Less dangerous to touch. She loved the feel of him underneath her fingertips. He pulled away after a minute and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, definitely should've asked before doing that."

"Okay. Ask me."

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

No hesitation. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer, until their noses almost touched. "Please," she whispered.

He closed his eyes as he leaned in. The second their lips met, he felt a zing go all through him. Pleasure so intense he thought he would die right there on the spot. His hand found its way to her thigh and squeezed it, then lifted it to hook over his as his mouth found its way down to her neck.

"Holy fuck, Chase!"

The pair broke apart hastily and looked at whoever had caught them. It was George, one of the waiters. Y/N held her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

"How the hell are you already boning the new girl?" He looked back and forth between them in pure shock.

"George, we were just-" He adjusted his glasses and stepped back.

"Just what? I will never get that sight out of my head."

Both blushing, the couple sheepishly made their way inside and back to work. The incident was soon talked about and spread like wildfire. Adrian Chase had already made moves on the new employee, which was insane to his colleagues.

Everytime they would pass each other, she'd wink, causing the deepest of blush to make its way to his cheeks and he'd try his hardest to hide from her. His coworkers didn't need to know how truly down bad he was.

Her shift ended before his, so as she was just about to go home, she made her way towards him, ready to leave him with the biggest smile as she leant forward so only he could hear, whispering, "Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, hot stuff," and slapped his ass with a laugh.

As soon as he was done, he hurried to the area where he knew she lived. He may have followed her home one night after patrol. It was purely to ensure she got home okay. No other reason. None. None at all.

Jumping her back garden fence, he let himself in and found her dancing in her tiny shorts and a t-shirt waiting for her dinner to cook. Oh, freaking her out could be fun. So, he picked up her television remote and threw it across her living room.

Aware that someone was in her house, Y/N grabbed a knife from the block and crept towards the sound, making sure her back was to the wall. Quickly scouting her surroundings from a safe position, she came to the conclusion that whoever broke in was hiding behind the wall to her left.

Quickly moving to the intruder and pointing the knife at his face, Y/N let out a happy sigh when she saw who it was. He had brought his knife to the side of her neck as soon as she had walked in the door.

"Adrian," she said, looking straight into his eyes. "You scared the absolute shit out of me. Glad I didn't walk around naked like I was going to."

"I wish you went with that option."

She thought she'd felt someone following her home a couple of weeks back and just assumed it was Vigilante. And, this proved her point.

"You need to get better at hand to hand." He gestured to his blade at her neck. "I'd kill you faster than you'd kill me with this position."

Slowly taking the weapon from him and placing them down on the nearest table, she simply responded, "Teach me."

Looking around to make sure they were completely alone (he had no idea whether she had roommates or not), he rested his hands on her hips. "I don't want to hurt you and -"

Interrupting that thought, she took one of his wrists and twisted it behind his back, egging him on to try to go along with her. She let go and flicked her hand towards her, almost as if she was saying 'come at me, bro'.

"Give me your best shot."

Giving in with a chuckle, he moved forward and took some punches. None of which hit.

"Come on! Don't go easy on me now, Viggy."

It was when she brought her knee to his stomach when he finally started giving her what she wanted. Taking it in turns, they managed to catch each other a couple of times, obviously not punching as hard as they would with criminals.

After what could've been a pretty devastating jab to the ribs if he hadn't been pulling his punches, she reared back and slapped him across the face.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry," she immediately apologised, cradling his cheek. "I don't know why I did that. Don't usually slap criminals."

"Do it again."

Nodding, she moved to rub the spot where she'd slapped him and then did it again. The sound. The sound that erupted from his mouth made it clear how much he liked that.

Seconds later, her timer went off and she returned to the kitchen to finish preparing her food, without even noticing the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "I'm happy to split my chow mein with you if you want some," she offered.

Settling in the seat next to her, he smirked and popped a big forkful of the serving she had plated up for him. He was horny before, but as soon as he smelt the food, his stomach growled and realised he was starving. He was horngry, which was a common feeling for him.

"Mm, thanks," he answered with an appreciative bite. "We should do this more often. Maybe... you'll let me take you out sometime? You know, to the movies or dinner or whatever?"

"A date?" Y/N asked coyly, smiling.

"Yeah," Adrian answered, grinning in response. "A date."

Letting out a chuckle, she said, "Didn't think you were the 'date' type, Viggy."

"Well, I'm good at a lot of things. Don't see why I can't be the 'date type'," he boasted. "I could be a good boyfriend, I reckon."

Smiling to herself, she taunted, "Oh yeah? What would you do to be a good boyfriend? Imagine you're my boyfriend-"

"Already imagining that, sweet cheeks."

"Well, what would you do to make me happy?" she pressed on, grinning. "How would you treat me?"

He leaned in closer. "I'd treat you like a queen, of course."

Propping her head on her hand, she gave him a once over. "Of course," she mimicked, playfully rolling her eyes. "What if I didn't want to be treated like a queen? What if I wanted to be a washer woman? Or a... a fisherman? Or the court jester?"

"Well, you can't take court jester. I've already claimed that one."

"Mm, true," Y/N giggled. "I think you'd look incredible in those jingly bell shoes that they wear."

"Now you're talking!" He grinned and then smacked his lips, his eyes wandering over her body. He wasn't hungry anymore. He was practically drooling. "You never answered my question."

She looked up at him. "What question?"

"Date," he clarified, reaching out for her hand and lifting so he could place a kiss on her knuckles. "Will you go on a date with me, fair fisherman?"

It was a simple answer, but a pretty significant one. "I'd love to."

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss her, there was a familiar scratching at her back door. That damn cat. She always left the window open for him to come through, but like always he wanted to be invited in like a little priss. So, she jumped up and let him in.

"Come on, Asshole. In you come."

The cat seemed happy to oblige and ran through the living room, only pausing to give Adrian a suspicious look before he jumped up on the table and tried to scarf down as much of the leftovers as possible.

"Ass, slow down. You'll get indigestion," she remarked as she watched him munching away happily.

"Is your cat called Asshole?"

"Yep. My nephew picked it."

When the cat was finally done, he stretched and rolled over on his back, staring up at her with beautiful blue eyes. "Did you miss me?" She crouched down and scratched behind his ears. The cat purred and closed his eyes, and he looked so damn cute doing so.

Adrian watched as she picked it up and cradled it like a baby, smiling. She looked so comfortable doing that. It felt almost illegal to see something so soft and innocent. It felt almost wrong to just observe. But, he couldn't help himself.

"Didn't know you were a crazy cat lady."

Smiling up at him, she replied, "Oh, big time. This is my little baby." She paused to joke, "Want to see my Asshole?"

Why did she have to say that just as he was about to take a drink? He choked, spilling a mouthful down himself and bursting out into a coughing fit. "Ah, fuck," he wheezed. She let the cat drop to the floor and moved over to rub his back. He took several deep breaths, fighting off a round of hiccups. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's just... you caught me off guard, is all."

"That's okay," she soothed, stroking the back of his head. Eventually, he was able to stop his hiccups. He gave her a weak smile, which strengthened when she added, "Should've warned you about that joke, huh?"

A warning would've been nice. "Could've tried," he quipped, letting her help him up and pull him to her couch. She giggled and guided him plop down, leaning his back against the arm and sprawling his feet on her lap. He had regained most of his breath, but preferred it more when she was fussing over him.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Better now I'm not about to cough up a lung."

Asshole jumped up on the back of the sofa and seemed to survey Adrian, who was hesitantly reaching his hand out to stroke the cat, inching forward bit by bit. He purred and leaned closer, pressing his nose against Adrian's hand, nudging it with his face.

"He likes you," Y/N pointed out with a smile, watching the interaction. That was strange. Asshole didn't seem to like anyone but Y/N. Adrian smiled, unsure and taken back by the cat's affectionate gesture. He scratched the Asshole's head, which only seemed to make the cat like him more. The cat scrambled his way onto Adrian's shoulder and settled down to sleep, which was cute and Adrian didn't mind having it cuddle up against him.

"I like you too," he whispered, looking across at the cat and running his hand through the fur, relishing in the new sense of calmness that washed over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt...

No, that wasn't right. He didn't feel anything. He never felt anything. Right?

Y/N gazed with a smile on her face, reaching in her pocket and retrieving her phone to take a picture of the moment. Adrian smiled back at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked into her eyes.

This was so nice. He was never this nice to people, but Y/N seemed different. He couldn't put his finger on what made her so special, but she was special. This was something he didn't have, and he didn't want to fuck up what they had just started. And, if he could be honest with himself, he enjoyed her company. It was new and different and he wanted to keep it that way.

And, judging from the look on her face, she liked him too. No words were needed.

"Hey, Adrian," she said, leaning closer and reaching out to pet the cat, meaning that her face was inches from his. "Do you want to spend the night?"

Of course he did. Who wouldn't want to spend the night with Y/N?

"I think I do," he replied, smiling wide and running his thumb back and forth over the cat's head.

Teasingly, she repeated, "You think you do?"

"Yeah," he replied, beaming. "I do."

She leaned in and pressed her lips slowly against his, making sure he was really sure. It was a soft, tender, gentle kiss, and he cherished every second of it. His free hand found its way to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair as he deepened the kiss.

For fuck's sake, it felt so good. It was something he could get used to.

When they finally pulled apart, Adrian was slightly breathless, but mostly elated. Especially when she squished herself beside him and placed her head on his other shoulder, smiling up at him with her cheeks flushed and her hair all tousled and messed up. He stroked her hair, which was just as soft as it seemed.

Frankly, he was surprised how comfortable he was. The idea of this was something he'd never considered. Snuggling up on the couch with his girl and her pet? That's not the Vigilante life. But, it could be.

They snuggled closer together, and Y/N seemed to relax into his side. At that moment, he decided that, if given the chance, he'd like to spend every night with her. Every night.

"About fifty minutes ago you slapped me and I instantly got the biggest boner of my life," he reminded her, thinking how fast the tone shifted from playful teasing to sweet cutesy shit.

Imitating him, she stated, "This is you," and pretended to whine as she fake slapped herself in the face.

"I didn't moan like that. That's not the sound I made, dickhead."

Attempting to annoy him further, she made a series of whine noises, each becoming more pitiful and high pitched.

"Stop that!" he said, laughing.

That was when he realised that he was laughing with her, his heart was racing, and his dick was hardening. Fuck. Even though they were annoying, her moans still were incredibly hot to him.

"You've got a boner now?" she asked, teasing him again.

"Shut up." He shifted awkwardly and lied, "No. No, of course not."

Trailing her hand up his thigh, she seductively asked, "So, if I were to move my hand higher, I wouldn't feel anything?"

Again, his dick answered before he could collect his thoughts.

"No..."

Slowly, she moved her hand to palm his cock through his trousers. His hips instinctively tensed and let out a staggered breath. With deliberate slowness, she undid his jeans and slid her hand inside. He didn't want her to stop, but he also didn't want her to hurry. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

All the movement caused Asshole to wake up and piss off to his bed in the corner of Y/N's room, keeping out of sight so he didn't have to see what debauchery his owner was about to get into.

"Shit," he whispered once she'd taken his cock into her hand.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered back, tracing slow circling motions on his hardening cock.

"Yes," he groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Yes, keep doing that."

She continued to stroke him slowly, and his breathing quickened. He bit his bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

"You can make as much noise as you want. My house is soundproofed. I once tortured a pedophile for three days and nobody noticed."

That made him smile. He kept his eyes closed and focused on the feeling of her stroking his cock as a myriad of expletives poured from his mouth. He was swearing so much his lips were tingling. God, he loved this. He loved everything about her seductive touch. The way her hair smelled. The feel of her lips against his. Everything.

When he felt he couldn't take any more of that wonderful stroking, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was so beautiful, so perfectly gorgeous. That was the moment he realised he could have it all. A partner both at work and at home. He could have what he wanted most, what he'd always wanted. A family. A real life, of the sort he'd only seen in the movies and read about in books.

He wanted that life so badly, and here, right now, with her, he could have it. All of it. They could have a real future together.

"Stop."

So, she did.

Before she could ask if he was okay, he yanked her up for a kiss, pulling her up against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. He deepened the kiss, desperate to have her, to feel her, to taste her. God, he wanted her so much he ached with it, so much that his entire body shook with the need for her. He broke the kiss, panting.

"Is it okay if I tell people you're my girlfriend from now on?"

"That's a pretty sauve way of asking me out, Viggy."

"Please call me Adrian," he pleaded, his voice serious. He brushed his finger along her cheek and waited for her response.

"What's your last name, Adrian?"

"Chase."

Pretending to think for a second, she narrowed her eyes and twitched her mouth from side to side. She held out her hand for him to shake, which he did but was confused about it. As soon as their hands touched, she joked, "Adrian Chase, I, Y/N L/N, am honoured to be referred to as your girlfriend. But there is one condition." She paused for dramatic effect. "I get to call you my boyfriend when people ask?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Yes."

She nodded. "Now, are you going to kiss me again? Because that was really hot and I'd like to."

He was going to kiss her again. He was going to kiss her so much she'd ache for more. The thought of it sent a strange bolt of pleasure through him. All at once, he felt giddy as he bent down to give her another kiss, letting his hands roam freely. He stroked her hair and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. It was an act of possession, a way to claim her as his.

Waiting for a moment where they were apart for a second, she perched on his thighs and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. He moved his hand under her shorts and pulled them down as far as he could, freeing her from that little piece of cloth covering her modesty.

When she tugged on his shirt next, he didn't resist her. He wanted her to, but he was busy gazing at her tits, taking in her every feature, committing them to memory. God, he was such a dork.

"Adrian, baby, arms up," she instructed, smiling. He followed her orders, allowing her to take his shirt off, although he didn't stop staring at her boobs.

The way he was staring was obvious. Subtlety is not a word that Adrian Chase knows. She caught where his eyes were travelling to and undid the clasp of her bra, letting him see everything. The way her nipples hardened as his eyes caressed them. The way her entire body shivered with anticipation when he reached out to touch her.

God, she loved it when he touched her.

"You like what you see?" she asked, her voice husky. He nodded and she slid off his lap so he could lay her down. He kissed her roughly, his hands roaming over her body. They moved down to her bare sex, stroking her, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, making her breath catch.

"I'm going to make you come so hard, baby, you're not going to know what hit you," he promised.

"Hit me? I thought you were the one that liked that," she teased, her voice thick.

Groaning at the memory, he smiled against her neck, moving up to kiss her ear and whisper, "Can you?"

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent." Cradling his other cheek, she reared back and gave him a light slap. A laugh escaped his lips. "Harder than that."

Second try. She slapped him harder and his fingers sped up, pressing into her, making her head spin. "Ouch," he moaned. He moved up to kiss her again, their tongues dancing.

"Wait! I need to find a condom. Just give me a moment." She pushed him off and hurried to her dresser. She thought about how funny it would be if she just left him there, mostly naked and hard. If she just left him and fell asleep. Left him hard.

Despite this, she returned and was pinned to the wall as soon as he saw her. He'd shed his remaining clothes and leant against the doorframe until he noticed she was coming back. She had no idea whether he planned it or not, but he'd managed to pin her in the exact place she'd pinned him earlier. How romantic.

"Found one?"

"You betcha." She held out the wrapper, but he took it from her and ripped it open just as fast, rolling it on himself.

Hooking his arms under her thighs to lift her against the wall, he had to ask, "Are you sure about this? Because I think if we go through with this, you'll never be able to get rid of me."

"I already can't get rid of you," she jeered, tapping her finger to his chest.

"Just say the word and I'll leave you alone. I'm serious, Y/N."

"I don't want to be alone." He lowered his mouth to hers, and, for a moment, she was distracted by all the nerves in her lower body. She could feel each one, all throbbing with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, aching for hers.

"I don't want to be alone either," he admitted against her mouth, his voice rough. His hands roamed over her back, cupping her ass as he brought her down onto his cock, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "I want this. I want you."

She clung to him, her fingernails digging into his back as she ground her hips against his erection. It was a rough, desperate match of lust as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands were everywhere, on every part of her.

"Slap me again," he ordered, and she did so, harder than the last time, her breasts bouncing with every blow. After every hit, she lovingly rubbed the area of impact in the hope it wouldn't become red.

Using all of his strength, Adrian pounded himself into Y/N, and her body exploded with sensation. She felt his harsh breaths against her collar, and the feel of him buried to the hilt inside of her. She came with such force that her hands clenched tight on his back and she screamed his name.

And he didn't stop. In fact, he kept going, his hips jerking as he rode out her orgasm. Y/N couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so loved. She was dazed, drifting on a cloud of contentment. Never in all her years of being on her own had she ever let herself be looked after so well.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his breathing rough.

"Un-huh," she murmured, drifting back to reality as he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead. "You haven't come yet. Gimme all you've got."

It didn't take long for him to follow suit. As soon as he looked close, she winked and gave him the hardest slap yet, causing him to tip over the edge with an incredibly loud groan. She loved it when he made that sound, when he was all hers.

"Holy fuck, Y/N," he said, pulling out of her and setting her down. "Unreal."

His cheek was bright red so she placed soft kisses on it, apologising as she did so, "I'm sorry. Did I hit you too hard at the end? Oh, it's -"

"Don't apologise for that. I asked for it." He pushed his fingers through his hair and grinned at her. That boyish, innocent look that completely betrayed the rest of him. And what he'd just done.

Laughing, she realised that one side of her vision was blurry and pointed out, "I think you fucked me so hard one of my contact lenses popped out."

How did she keep getting hotter and hotter to him? "You wear glasses?"

Answering by retreating back to her room, taking the other lens out and grabbing her specs. She made a big show of placing them on her face when she was in his sight, dramatically pushing them up her nose as she got closer to him, and he was helpless to stop the grin that spread over his face.

She laughed at him as she led him into her couch, and he followed her in as if he had no will of his own. Y/N climbed on top of him, straddling his lap with a mischievous smile. They weren't finished yet.

All was well for a long time. That was until Peacemaker got out of jail. Vigilante would patrol with his buddy rather than his girlfriend, even though Chris always said that he was lying about getting together with Button.

"Dude, that's total bullshit. Button has a great ass, there's no way you're tapping that."

"I'll call her. I'll call her and she'll tell you that I'm tapping that. I'm tapping that every night."

Coincidently, Button had heard the same ruckus that the other two had and was a little too late to get there. By the time she arrived, the perps were already dead and the dynamic duet stood bickering.

Letting them know she was there, Button agreed, "I do have a great ass. You're right about that, Peacemaker."

At the sound of her voice, Adrian perked up and almost squealed out, "Hey, babe!"

Police were on the way so the three heroes quickly hurried away from the crime scene, which pissed Y/N off a little. She hadn't gotten to do the fighting, you know, the fun bit. But she still had to do the running.

Making it back to the Vigilante-mobile, Peacemaker got in the passenger side without even a second thought. That was Button's seat, but she bit her tongue. There was no need to start shit yet.

"Button, I've got to ask, why are your standards so low? You let this fucker put his dick in you every night?"

Button was silent for a moment. Honestly, why did Vigilante idolise this prick? She settled on the plain and simple answer that was, "I was born that way."

She stayed mostly out of their conversation as Vigilante drove to Peacemaker's house. Slowly seething with annoyance, she was sure that Peacemaker had been intentionally trying to piss her off since they stepped in the car.

Chris got out and saluted Vigilante. He stuck his head in through the window and flirted, "Hey, Button if you ever get sick of that thimble and want something more substantial, you know where I live."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to bring my rifle next time I come here." She was trying to keep her voice steady. Whether she did or not, she had no idea.

Peacemaker went into the house, leaving Vigilante and Button alone in the car. She stayed in the back the entire time.

"Aren't you going to climb over?"

"No."

"Why not?" Because she wanted to sit here and be annoyed at him for a while longer. Yet, he didn't need to know that. She didn't say anything else for the car ride to her apartment. They both took off their masks so it was clear on her face what she was feeling. If he'd been any good at reading facial expressions, Adrian would've known to stop rambling about Chris as he drove.

When they got to her apartment, she immediately went to her room, finding Asshole in his bed. She sat on the ground and slowly petted him. The cat purred and rolled onto his back, exposing his belly for her to rub. That made her smile. It was probably the first thing tonight that had made her smile.

Adrian had no idea he was in the dog house. Not a single clue. That's why he shed his suit and exclaimed, "Peacemaker said there's this paedophile ring that he's planning on taking out next Wednesday. Want to come along with us?"

Wednesday. They never patrolled on Wednesdays. That was date night. As he said that, he watched as her smile fell. Even he knew that wasn't a good thing.

Kneeling behind her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed a kiss on her neck, quietly pleading, "Have I fucked up?"

She could hear the sincerity in his voice, feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she was tempted to give in. But he needed to figure it out. She stayed still in his arms, letting him know without words that he'd fucked up.

"So...you don't want to come on Wednesday?"

"No," she said, trying not to squirm out of his embrace.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice quiet and unsure.

"I've got plans."

"What plans?"

Owch. Yeah, that one stung. She got up and silently took her suit off, ignoring him as he repeated the question. Once she was in her underwear, she got under the covers and got her book off the bedside table, preparing to block him out by reading.

But she stopped when she felt him press against her back. "You're not going to tell me?" he asked. He sounded hurt. Not a good sign.

"What did we do last Wednesday?"

"I went to Peacemaker's house to patch him up."

"And the week before?"

"Drinking with Chris. Came back pretty drunk, didn't I?"

"And the week before that?"

Honestly, he had no idea why she was bringing this up. Yeah, he hung out with Chris a lot. Maybe he'd asked to postpone their date a few times. Oh. Shit. Wednesdays.

And, it would be a year of Wednesdays next week.

Crawling on top of her and taking the book from her hand, he flopped down, resting his head on her shoulder and hugging her tightly through the duvet. She put her hands around the back of his head and caressed him gently.

"Our anniversary," he mumbled into her skin.

"Correct."

"I'll tell Chris to fuck off," he promised. She could feel his heart racing from stress. There was a reason why he avoided these kinds of situations. "Well, probably not those words but something similar."

She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed, noting, "You are lucky I love you, Chase."

He nuzzled further into her neck, the smile on his face that always appeared whenever she said that pressing against her and making her feel good. She felt a soft peck against her skin and seconds later he admitted, "I love you too. Much more than I love Peacemaker."

Teasingly, she whispered, "You love Peacemaker? I'm sure he'd love to hear that."

Playfully, he bit at her neck and warned, "Shut up. You know what I meant," snuggling closer as he slowly fell asleep.

"Don't you want to get under the covers?"

"Too comfy to move."

And with that, he was out like a light and snoring. She gazed down at him as he slept. Her idiot. Yeah, he was stupid and it took him a while to figure things out, but that's what you have to deal with dating Adrian Chase. What he lacks in emotional intelligence, he makes up with by being so sweet.

From that moment on, every time Peacemaker tried to get him to do something on a Wednesday, Vigilante declined the offer.

#adrian chase #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x female reader #vigilante #Youtube

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 4 months

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Part 3

Evan and I walk out into the brisk LA night.

"Brr it's chilly out here" he says. "I didn't bring a jacket. Are you cold?" He asks.

"Thanks, but I'm ok. This is still pretty warm weather for me. Although I do notice it is a bit chillier without the humidity. But I guess I haven't adjusted yet" I smile at him. He smiles back.

"So, where are you parked? " He asks

"Um, I actually ubered here, since I didn't really know the area." I reply

"Oh. Well, we can walk somewhere or I can drive us. Up to you? The only thing around here is a burger joint about a quarter mile east"

"That sounds fine to me."

We start walking. We chat small talk as we near the restaurant. I tell him I don't know the area well and I am loving the different shops here.

"Ha! I was shocked with how many porn shops are around here." He says bluntly. I laugh out loud. "Not that I frequent them or anything!!" He says with wide eyes. He rubs his eyes with his thumb. Blushing a bit.

"Eh, so what if you did. I don't offend easily" I say smiling at him.

"Good to know. Then I can let all my good jokes fly."

"Hey, I have some of my own"

"Oh, good. I hope I get to hear them..ope, we're here"

Evan opens the door for me and I thank him as I walk in. The burger joint is set up to look like an old fashioned diner. Signed autographs of various celebrities lining the wall. "Been here before, huh?" I say as I point to a picture of Evan giving a thumbs up. His burger on the table below him. His signature in the corner.

"Yea, I love this place. It's cozy and super fun atmosphere"

The sign tells us to seat ourselves and Evan puts his hand on the small of my back and lets me go ahead of him. The small gesture sends tingles to all my happy places. He tells me to pick a seat. So, I pick a small two seater in the corner. We are alone and practically sitting on top of each other. Exactly my intentions.

The server brings us a menu and I take a look. We thank her and Evan asks me what I'm in the mood for.

"Holy shit! They have Saunders cream puffs here!" I'm way too happy.

Evan laughs "What is that?"

"Well, Saunders is a Michigan based company and they sell these at the coney island diners we have there. It's a pastry with ice cream in the middle and Saunders chocolate drizzled on top. It's so fucking good. Want to just order that and split it? You have to at least try a bite of mine"

"Ok, let's do it" he says

When the server comes back I order the cream puff and tell her I'm surprised they sell them. She informs me the owner is from Michigan and he orders the supplies to be delivered here. I talk to her way too long about it and Evan just listens amused.

"I'm way too excited for this"

He laughs "I can tell"

We get the dessert and start tearing into it.

"Oh my God" Evan moans. "This should be illegal"

"I feel like I'm home right now" I moan.

"I shouldn't be stuffing my face with something that's going to make me fat with someone totally out of my league. Yet, I don't care at the moment" he chuckles.

I practically choke on my bite. "Uhhhh, I think you have that completely backwards. If that's true about anyone it's you. I would never end up with someone as hot as you.." I shut my mouth. Embarrassed. "Sorry." I blush.

"No need to apologize. Although I wouldn't say 'hot'"

"Well, I meant what I said anyway" I say staring into his eyes.

He clears his throat. "Last bite is yours"

We chat a bit longer and I look at the time on my phone. It's already 10pm. "Wow. It's getting late. I should probably get home now." My face shows my regret for having to end this night. I open my Uber app on my phone.

Evan notices "I can drive you home." He offers.

My head snaps up "Oh, that's unnecessary. You have done enough for me tonight."

"I insist. At least I know you got home safe. Then you don't have to text me that you did. Unless, you just want to text me." A sly smile on his face.

"Hard to text when I don't have your number"

"Let me drive you home and then we can fix that"

I agree. Evan insists on paying and we walk to his car. He opens the passenger door of his black Land Rover for me and I thank him. It's fancy and smells good inside. Something like musk and cedar. I imagine that's how he smelled if I was close enough to him. His voice pulls me out of my little daydream.

"Where to, miss lady?"

I tell him my address and he plugs it into his GPS. I joke that it's probably for the best cause I'm not good with directions at all. That makes him laugh.

As he's driving we sit in silence. I look out the window. I can see him look at me now and then. He doesn't speak. It's not awkward, but I decide I want to tell him something.

"Thank you for your kindness tonight" I say to him. My eyes soft. My face serious.

He turns his head to me and says "My pleasure. But I didn't do much"

"Are you kidding? You turned my whole night around. I can't even describe how I feel." I answer. I look down at my hands. And I see him reach his over and grab mine. He squeezes it. I squeeze back. And we stay like that for the rest of the drive. Fingers intertwined. It feels...natural. Like it has always been this way. His touch is comforting as he rubs my hand with his thumb.

Evan pulls up to my house and puts the car in park. I pull my phone out. "I guess we should do that number exchange before we forget" I say

"I wouldn't forget" he smiles and tells me his number. I text him a heart and we save the numbers in our phones. "I had a great night." He says.

"Me too!" I say with a huge smile. I undo my seatbelt.

"Um. Listen. Can I see you again?" Evan asks me

"I was hoping that's what you were going to say. Of course" I reply

"Really? You weren't hoping I was going to ask if I could kiss you?" His look is smoldering.

I lean in first and he meets me with no hesitation. We look into each other's eyes until our lips are close enough to touch. We close our eyes and our lips meet. His lips are full and soft and they feel like I thought they would. He's warm and the way he touches my back makes me feel secure. My mouth latches to his top lip, then his bottom. Back and forth. When we pull away he's breathing heavily. He looks cuddly in the moment. I kiss his forehead. I want to pounce on him and take care of him at the same time. His mouth finds mine again. It's more eager this time. He grabs my face gently with both of his hands. His tongue darts between my lips. I find it with mine. And we end the kiss with such passion, we both feel lightheaded.

"Would you like to come in for a bit?" I ask

He nods his head yes.

#fic

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starberry-skies · 1 year

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jupiter what is your favorite font i need to hear it. mine is oswald

oswald is a Fantastic font choice 10/10,,, hmmm ok. my fav font. hmmmm.

OK WAIT I GOT IT. atkinson hyperledgible!!!!

SO this font is absoooooolutely amazing!! i use it basically everywhere i can (docs, my blog, it's basically my go-to font lol). so like the name! it's an accessible font that's meant to be legible by basically everyone. and "atkinson" came from the founder of the braille institute himself, robert atkinson! there's so many subtle changes in atkinson hyperledgible but it still looks amazing:

so characters in fonts are Meant to be similar and uniform, right? that's what makes them look cohesive! take futura (which i absolutely love btw, no hate to it <3):

as much as i love this font, it's just not accessible yk? the b and 8 look similar, the capital I and lowercase L are basically the same with only a *bit* of height difference, and there's virtually no difference between c, o, p, q, b, & d at all! all they did was rotate one line around a circle. to be fair, futura was never meant to be a read as a text font at small sizes, but my point still stands: it's difficult to tell apart!

enter, atkinson hyperledgible. each chracter is different from the other in small ways that make a big difference. the serif on the lowercase I along with the distinctly rounded dot makes it stand out against the lowercase L, which also has a slight tail. the 8 is heavily pear shaped while the B is more even with less curves bumps. at small sizes or read by someone w/ impared vision, it's much easier to read.

and the best part? it looks good!! it's still cohesive and doesn't stand out too much, but it's still a bit fun and quirky yk?

i love this font sm. it blends two of my fav things: typography and accessibility. there's just so much abt it aaaaa <3 my personal fav chracters are the "0", with a backwards slash that makes it stand out from a capital "O", and the lowecase "G", with large counters and a diagonally terminated tail. it should look weird or off bc of how the proportions are so different, but they made it work! it's just so amazing :D

id for that last image under the cut!

[ID: A grapic titled, "Atkinson Hyperlegible". Small text underneath the name reads: "A bold proclamation of a name, sure, but that's why it's here." The body of text reads:

Atkinson Hyperlegible is a typeface created in partnership with Braille Institute. It has been developed specifically to increase legibility for readers with low vision, and to improve comprehension.

04 - Four fonts, including two weights, in both roman and oblique

992 - Nine hundred and ninety-two total glyphs across all fonts

248 - Two hundred and forty-eight glyphs per font

Åä - Adobe Latin 2 character map

Named for the founder of Braille Institute, Atkinson Hyperlegible is a traditional grotesque sans-serif at its core. It departs from tradition to incorporate unambiguous, distinctive elements-and at times unexpected forms-always with the goal to increase character recognition, and ultimately improve readability.

Braille Institute is a nonprofit organization that embraces the unique challenges of sight loss and low vision, and rejects perceived limitations. Atkinson Hyperlegible will be made available to all designers producing materials for people across the entire visual-ability spectrum.

The image is signed with, "Braille Institute" along with its logo. /End ID]

#ask #bluecanarybythelightswitch #domino 🎹#typography #hyfix/spin posting #i love a good excuse to talk abt my fav fonts lol

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quickhacked · 2 years

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my liege what abt "rampage" with either vitali or vincent,,,,,,,

RAMPAGE [x] chapter >> 3 [x] characters >> vincent mayer (oc), vitali dobrynin (oc), [redacted] total >> 4.4k words (SORRY) warnings >> blood, brief mention of attempted sexual assault, injuries, torture mention, violence

‘Checkmate.’

It was dark.

Vincent lay unmoving, arms hooked in an uncomfortable angle behind his back. His head felt heavy; a dull, constant thrumming filled his ears and numbed his brain, putting painful pressure on the back of his eyes to the point he feared they could pop out of his skull at any given moment.

Checkmate.

God, he had been stupid- naive, but most of all stupid, believing Dupoint would let him walk. He should have known- he could have known, from the moment his gaze had caught that of the Frenchman- whatever was going to happen would not end well for him.

A quiet whimper left Vincent’s throat as he tried to move and he sank back onto the floor, unable to push himself up against the wall. His muscles were stiff, exhausted from the pain he’d had to endure, and each tiny move felt like the equivalent of a sharp knife carving away at his skin and flesh.

He had won. Of course he had. It had seemed dumb to him, even- why a game of chess, of all possibilities? But it did not matter. What mattered is he had won, which had meant his friends would get to walk away- with all limbs attached- and so would he.

Checkmate.

But of course Dupoint had refused to give him that satisfaction.

Vincent's stomach turned as the events of a few days before flooded back into his mind, a tidal wave of memories slamming itself violently into the inside of his skull.

‘Let them go. You can keep me- I don’t care, just- Please, let them go.’

Tears burned into the corners of his eyes. He had meant it. Of course he had. All he wanted was for his friends to be safe, to be as far away from that place as possible, and- well, rules are rules. Someone like Ravager would not understand- but Dupoint had to.

So he had let them go. A consolation prize, even though Vincent had won fair and square- but he had accepted it anyway, knowing the only alternative left at the time was far worse than what would have happened if he had lost.

And they had fought- had tried to, at least. They had screamed and begged Dupoint to let Vincent leave with them, and Ravager had needed to call in extra forces to remove all of them from the premises without anyone getting severely hurt.

Vincent squeezed his eyes shut when he remembered Vitali- kicking and screaming, held back by at least five men- perhaps six, or seven- and still nearly managing to escape their grasp; how he had tried to lunge at Dupoint, a bright fury in his eyes Vincent had never seen in them before, how he had sworn to come back- I’ll come back for you, душа моя, if it’s the last thing I do- and how he had warned for the violent rampage he would unleash on them once he would find his way back inside-

A quiet sob left Vincent’s throat.

It had been days. And he was terrified.

A sudden alarm cut through the deafening silence, blaring and echoing through the room and causing Vincent to bolt up; his body protested at the unexpected move and he winced in pain, muscles cramping up and the heavy thudding of his heartbeat rapidly filling his head. He sobbed again and crawled backwards, until his back hit solid wall- only then he noticed the sharp, cutting pain in his wrists, caused by the ziplock ties keeping them together.

Even now that his eyes had gotten plenty of time to adjust to the deep void surrounding him, not much had changed- either a room deprived from light entirely, or the horrifying possibility of Vincent’s eyesight no longer being with him.

He pulled his legs closer to his chest and pushed his head down onto his knees, the overwhelming noise burning through his skull- it hurt, and the longer it went on the louder it seemed to become, flooding the space around him until it felt like he was drowning, unable to keep his head above water-

Christ, V. Pull yourself together.

It wasn’t the first time Vincent had had to endure torture. Certainly not the last time either- it was something to be expected in his line of work, especially as someone prone to being captured by the enemy. An occurrence that happened to him, every now and then. A lot more often than he was willing to admit.

Though this was different. This was personal- Dupoint’s little power fantasy, starring no one other than himself, Vincent, and each and every single fucked up tool in Night City he had managed to get his hands on.

Still, Vincent endured. He had a decent pain tolerance, and was able to zone out on command in nearly every situation if desired- though the longer it went on, the wearier he became and the more he struggled holding himself together, and he feared he was going to have to rely on himself alone if he ever wished to see sunlight once again.

Similar to the alarm cutting through the silence, a sudden beam of light broke up the dark and nearly blinded Vincent- he squeezed his eyes shut and winced again, partially relieved he could still see, but most of all terrified of whoever had entered the room.

‘Alright, pretty boy- get up.’

A strong hand grabbed his upper arm and dragged him to his feet, giving him no time to adjust; a familiar voice, though all but the good kind of familiar, and Vincent struggled briefly as he tried to pull himself out of the grip of Ravager’s right hand man.

‘Relocating the merc to sector C-6.’

A second voice- female, unfamiliar. She sounded on edge, voice slightly unstable as she continued to exchange some words with whoever was on the other end of the comms.

The alarms were nothing new. A scare tactic- effective at that, but common enough for Vincent to have grown accustomed to it; though his earlier anxiety was entirely replaced by alertness, now, as it finally dawned on him something serious was going on inside Ravager’s facility.

Perhaps-?

‘Ready?’

Vincent blinked and lifted his head; he quickly realized the woman had not spoken to him, but instead looked expectantly at the man still holding on to Vincent’s arm, her jaw tightly clenched and her eyes restlessly darting around, scanning the man’s features as she waited for an answer.

Silence followed- a nearly agonizing hesitation, somehow frighteningly similar to the brief moments before combat Vincent sometimes shared with his friends, including the reluctant looks painted on their faces as they slowly realized it could easily be one of the last times they would look at each other-

Fuck- for your sake, I hope it is.

They left the room.

Vincent squinted as he was pushed into the hallway, the bright light causing his headache to flare up again. He was dragged through the hallway at a brisk pace; his legs could barely keep up, though he forced himself to continue, knowing whatever would happen to him were he to collapse to the floor would not be good.

He recognized the hallways. He had been there before- three times, to be exact, each a different occasion though all for the same reasons.

He had not been the first to end up in Ravager’s captivity, unfortunately; had managed to meet the same fate as Mikhail- ironically enough while on a path of revenge for what Ravager’s people had done, and had tried to do, to his friend- and had then been forced to deal with the consequences.

Dupoint was a new player, however- a somewhat unexpected turn of events. An important asset; though still merely a pawn in the game the Broker was trying to play with them. Like chess, almost- though Vincent was unsure if his opponent was still playing by the rules.

Something about it all felt wrong, somehow. For Ravager, it was the eddies; for Dupoint, it was personal, a burning hatred for Vincent over something that had happened long enough ago he had honestly already forgotten about it. But the Broker- what was in it for him?

The rook, the bishop, the king.

Who sat at the top? Who was looking down on them from their throne of bones and corpses, watching their every move, hunting them down like prey?

And why- Most of all, why-

Why a fucking game of chess?

Vincent clenched his jaw as he was yanked forward, his pace clearly too slow for his escort’s liking. The further they had walked, the busier the hallways had become- people gathering, yelling at each other, readying their weapons and putting on whatever makeshift armor they could find.

‘They started a fire in the lower levels,’ the woman suddenly said, slightly raising her voice to be able to carry it over the chaos surrounding them. ‘Partial lockdown’s been initiated to-’ A clearly audible sucked in breath, followed by a shaky exhale. ‘- to keep it under control.’

‘What-? Keep it under-’ The man cursed under his breath and momentarily slowed his pace. ‘Jesus- Boss cut off the fuckin’ oxygen?’

Killing his own people? Bold strategy.

Vincent watched the blood drain from the woman’s face as the harsh reality dawned on her. She opened her mouth as to speak; but no sound came out, and she quickly closed it again, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she averted her gaze and continued walking.

He nearly felt sorry for her. Nearly.

Until he remembered how they had found Mikhail- broken and bruised, hair thin from stress and fingernails torn and bleeding- how he had been screaming and begging for it all to stop only moments before they had entered the room he was being held in, hands tied above his head as three of Ravager’s people pushed him down over a table-

Had they found him only a minute later, had they taken any longer fighting their way through the facility, had they taken any wrong turns- they would have been too late. And Ravager’s men would have- they would have-

A wave of panic rushed through Vincent and the ziplock ties around his wrists suddenly felt a lot tighter than before. He sucked in a breath and felt new tears well up, stinging in his eyes and blurring his vision until he could barely see where he was going.

Hey- Keep it together, kid. Nothing’s happened yet. Eyes up.

Right.

Focus.

Vincent clenched his jaw and his gaze moved back up, a single tear escaping his eye and rolling down his cheek- though his previous panic was now replaced entirely by boiling rage, suddenly vividly remembering the look of pure relief on Mikhail’s face when he had noticed them enter, and the way he had clung to Vincent the moment his hands had no longer been tied together-

He was going to make them pay.

That’s why he had come back there in the first place, right?

Now that’s the V I know. Get ready.

Gunshots. Nearby. A few hallways away, perhaps- but they echoed through the entire facility, startling Vincent’s escort, and he was dragged out of the hallway into a side room. The man was squeezing his arm painfully tight now, to the point he could feel a bruise take shape underneath his fingertips; and the woman was cursing, turning her back toward the both of them as she stood in the doorway, gun at the ready, waiting for anyone to cross her path-

Now.

Vincent turned around and forcefully kicked up his knee, placing it right between the man’s legs and causing him to buckle over- a second knee kick, right to the nose, followed by a third kick in the stomach to send him flying backwards, tumbling over some machinery. Vincent immediately steadied himself again and ran toward the woman- he rammed his entire body into her before she could lift her gun, causing the both of them to crash onto the white tiling of the hallway floor.

He scrambled to his feet, struggling- without his hands he could barely get any grip, and by the time he’d positioned his legs underneath his body again the woman was already up as well; she grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him toward her, reaching for something in her belt-

Vincent used the momentum to launch himself directly onto her again, headbutting her on the nose in their fall- he landed on top of her and her head bounced off the floor with a loud thud, and a single shriek of pain left her lips before she lost consciousness.

Good. Now get out.

Get out.

Get out. Get out, get out, get out-

Vincent pushed himself back up, panting and gasping for air as he stumbled away from the room and quickly made his way through the still-empty hallway, begging for it to stay that way. He was running out of adrenaline- his only source of energy, the events of the past days having drained him entirely from his reserves, and his entire body felt heavy as he dragged himself around the corner.

Where to go, where to go- the monotonous hallways all looked the fucking same and he was not entirely sure what floor he found himself on and which way he had come from in the first place, and the narrow side hallways he was moving through were a disorienting clusterfuck to the point he believed he was just going in circles.

Another turn, another turn- Vincent lost his footing and the world spun around him as he crashed on the floor again, whimpering when his head collided with the cold tiles and he momentarily lost his vision.

Get up.

‘Fuck all of this fuckin’ bullshit,’ Vincent whispered to himself, barely able to force the words out of his throat as he pushed himself back up, leaning heavily against the wall for support.

Alright, potty mouth. Done feeling sorry for yourself?

Shut the fuck up.

Kiss my ass.

Vincent grunted and continued to walk, listening closely to the distant gunfire and trying to pinpoint where it was coming from; he stumbled upon another t-junction and turned left, putting as much distance as possible between him and the ongoing armed confrontation.

He knew what- and who- he could possibly find there. Still, walking face-first into battle with his arms bound to his back sounded like the dumbest idea that had ever crossed his mind, and even though he knew he could stumble upon allies he preferred his body in one piece, rather than shot full of holes.

He just- he had to get out. He would find his way back home once he would set foot outside again.

Staircase.

Vincent pushed the door open with his shoulder and began descending- he tripped over his feet again and tumbled down the stairs, unable to catch himself in his fall and crying out in pain when a sharp jab shot through his shoulder, all the way down his spine to his hips.

Careful.

‘God damnit, Johnny.’ Vincent let out a strangled sob as he rolled on his side, carefully moving his legs to feel if his bones were still intact.

It felt weird to say his name out loud.

Vincent knew he wasn’t there anymore.

He forced himself back up on his feet, grunting as his knees nearly buckled under his weight again- nothing felt broken, but everything felt battered and bruised and the burning pain in his hips was still there, clawing away at his muscles. He carefully straightened his back and glanced at the sign above the exit-

Ground floor. Good.

Vincent pushed himself back into another monotonous hallway, ducking behind some lockers just in time, only barely able to jump out of line of sight of an entire armed-to-the-tits squad of guards; Dupoint’s backup, he could only guess.

Another rush of panic. He had to get out. Get out of the building, and quick- Ravager’s men were one thing, a poor excuse of a street gang with lousy combat training under their belt and the aim of an eight-year-old on a sugar rush at the fair; but Dupoint’s people were something else, serious business, a selection of top-shelf quality hired guns who would, upon spotting him, riddle Vincent with bullets before he could even turn around.

Hallway. Corner- turn left. Hallway. Turn right. Another right.

It was a fucking maze- designed specifically like that to trap people inside forever, and the longer Vincent walked and the more he had to jump back around corners or dive behind any piece of furniture he could get cover behind in order to stay out of sight, the more he began fearing he would never find his way out-

Another squad.

Vincent immediately threw himself into a room, muscles cramping up the moment his shoulder came in contact with the door. He did not bother to close it properly behind him- the squad continued their hurried pace either way, unaware of him hiding right around the corner, right in arm’s reach had they bothered to pay a little more attention.

He exhaled sharply as he took a moment to catch his breath, allowing his heartbeat to settle down.

BANG-!

The room had not been empty.

Vincent flinched involuntarily upon hearing the noise, freezing as he listened to the sounds of someone whimpering and gasping for air, barely audible over the still blaring alarms of the facility. His eyes slowly trailed the room- and with that, the nauseating amount of corpses scattered across the floor, Ravager’s men and Dupoint’s security retinue alike, and he quickly found the perpetrator, in the midst of adding another body to the pile.

Vitali.

He sat with his back toward Vincent- though it was unmistakably him, his bleached hair tousled and white shirt torn and stained with blood and sweat, sleeves rolled up as he leaned heavily on his arms with his fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of one of Ravager’s people, his knuckles whitened underneath the dark bruising decorating the back of his hands.

Someone else walked in through the door on Vitali’s right, gun at the ready- though before they could do anything or Vincent could call out, Vitali was already back up on his feet, hand reaching for the knife in his belt while he dodged out of the guard’s line of fire and threw his body at them at full speed.

He worked fast- he always did. Vincent watched as he knocked the gun out of the guard’s hand and ripped their helmet off, revealing a pale, sweat-covered and most of all terrified face- and a single cry left their lips as Vitali plunged the knife into their throat, blood spraying into his face as he dragged the blade through their artery.

The alarms around them finally stopped.

Silence fell over the room like a sudden vacuum as the guard clawed at the gaping wound in their neck and sank down on the floor. They reached out, a bloody hand grasping at Vitali- he simply stepped back out of their range, spitting on the floor as he rolled his shoulders back and cracked his neck.

Vincent was too scared to make a sound.

He watched Vitali drop his head as the guard spluttered incoherently before drawing their final breath, and a knot took shape in his torso as Vitali suddenly walked forward toward the door, getting ready to leave the room without as much as shooting another glance at the massacre he had left behind-

‘Vito?’

Vincent’s voice was barely audible, hoarse and weakened by the amount of screaming he had been doing- though Vitali heard him, loud and clear, and he turned around while steadying himself, knife at the ready, as if he was expecting more enemies to show.

He had the look in his eyes again.

The bright fury- the wild, blinding rage that had overtaken him once before, and Vincent could barely hold his gaze as the knot in his chest painfully tightened.

Though the moment Vitali realized it was him, his eyes softened, and he mouthed Vincent’s name in a relieved sigh- and he stood motionless as Vincent stumbled over to him, legs barely able to carry his weight anymore and knees buckling with each step but he did not care and it did not stop him, repeating Vitali’s name- once, twice- and crying out when his ankle twisted and he fell-

A soft landing.

Vincent buried his face in Vitali’s chest as he sobbed, exhaustion washing over him as the stress that had built up inside his chest finally released. Vitali spoke to him in Russian- it’s okay, I’ve got you; you’re safe, my love, you’re safe- and he dropped the knife, blood-covered hands trembling mid-air as he held Vincent in his arms.

Hesitation. Again- but still, still, he carefully cupped Vincent’s cheeks- hands that had choked, and carved, and killed- but ever so gentle and patient as they cradled his face, fingertips softly brushing over his skin and instantly easing his pain.

‘Look at me- V, please- please…’

Vitali’s voice broke.

Vincent sat unmoving. The situation had forced him to his knees; literally so, his hands still bound tightly behind his back, wrists and head bleeding, eyelids heavy and breathing shallow as he listened to Vitali’s pleads.

He forced himself to lift his head- and he felt vulnerable. Vulnerable and exposed, unable to defend himself would circumstances call for it, and he could not help but feel a rush of terror when Vitali’s hands moved dangerously close toward his neck as they caressed his jaw to tilt his head higher-

But Vitali merely kissed him.

Vincent was starving. But Vitali’s lips only softly brushed past his, a careful and hesitant gesture; a question, almost- May I? Will you still let me?

Of course, baby. Of course.

Vincent answered by leaning closer, gasping for air into their kiss as Vitali’s grip on his face momentarily tightened- and Vitali’s lips quivered as they finally parted, his hands dragging down Vincent’s neck and gently pulling him closer as he allowed Vincent to sate his hunger.

Vincent’s chest filled with relief and he collapsed further into Vitali’s arms, their kiss messy and entirely out of sync- but for a split second he was home, no longer in the facility, no longer in pain and no longer tied up, and no longer worrying about people running in and finding them there-

Sounds like you kinda should be worried about that, though.

But it wasn’t enough yet. Vincent wished his hands were unbound; oh, how he would have clung on to Vitali, then, like he was afraid if he would let go he would disappear- how he would have gently held his head, how his fingers would have explored each and every inch of his bare skin and how he would have tugged softly on the back of his hair in an attempt to pull him closer-

They broke the kiss, both gasping for air as their foreheads collided and Vitali dropped his hands on Vincent’s thighs. Vincent’s eyes fluttered shut again and he allowed Vitali to softly and reassuringly kiss his cheek- leaving a trail all the way down over his jaw and neck, like bandaids on his wounds.

Their gazes met again. Vitali’s eyes were hazy- a single tear rolled down his cheek, mixing with the dark red blood decorating his freckled skin. He hesitantly cupped Vincent’s cheek once more; and Vincent leaned in to his touch, resting his face against Vitali’s palm and exhaling slowly as the tension in his upper body finally released.

He still sometimes wondered how he had found his way to Vitali. Even more so, how he had managed to find his way to his heart- utterly convinced from the moment they had met that Vitali already had everything in the world and Vincent could never be someone he would long for or would want to be with.

Falling in love with him had been terrifying, in a way. Vincent had just been a merc- small, nearly insignificant compared to Vitali, or to anyone else in his inner circle for that matter. Just one from many, not close to him like Mikhail was- a lifelong friend, someone Vitali trusted with his life- and not nearly as powerful as Vitali himself to be able to call himself an equal.

Rook, bishop, king.

But it was worth it, right?

Vitali reached for the knife again. A sudden move that caught Vincent off guard; he froze, and held his breath, yet still allowed Vitali to move closer and lean over Vincent’s shoulder-

He carefully cut through the ziplock ties around Vincent’s wrists.

‘You came back for me,’ Vincent quietly said, embarrassment rising in his chest as he watched Vitali lean back and quickly push the knife back into his belt.

‘Of course I did.’ Vitali paused, and visibly clenched his jaw. ‘I… I am sorry it took this long. We did not waste any time- please know that.’

Vincent nodded, unable to speak.

He was unsure why he had doubted him before. He had watched how Ravager’s men had struggled to contain him- if Vitali’s rage alone had been able to kill, he would have left the entire facility littered with corpses right then and there.

Vitali reached out for him again- carefully, as not to startle him- and gently pulled him toward his chest once more. Vincent gratefully allowed him, eyes closing momentarily when Vitali’s arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and his hands found their way to his hair.

Of course he had come back. Of course. Had it been the other way round, Vincent would have done the same for him.

‘We should go,’ Vitali mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on Vincent’s hair. ‘The others are waiting.’

Vincent slowly sat up again, exhaustion overtaking his body- but he paid it no mind, smiling up at Vitali as he scanned Vincent’s face, hands softly running over his shoulders.

Nearly over. Nearly safe again.

Vitali pressed a kiss on his forehead, and he carefully helped him back up on his feet, voice slightly shaking as he spoke again.

‘Let’s get out of here, my love. Let’s go home.’

#asks #coffeebucko #writing asks #nuclearwriting #so. how are we feeling besties #this has to be my favorite thus far aauuauaugh i could talk abt this one all day actually!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hope i added enough warnings shjghfgdkl lmk if i missed any ;-;#it's about the. it's about the chess pieces. the fuckignn. it's about vitali's rage. it's about the HANDS. THE HANDS #it's about vincent and vitali both yeeting themselves in combat. literally. these men don't throw hands they throw bodies #vincent has the excuse of Hands Being Bound but vitali is literally just like that. ok king #i will voluntarily go to blorbo jail for this one <3 also yes mikhail is okay he is currently wrapped in a blanket eating soup #i will be so annoying with the self rbs on this one. on god #ch:the broker

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