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bippot · 4 months ago

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Of Fluffy Cows and Elusive Jerky

Story Summary -> On a quiet Wyoming Valentine’s night, Rhett's world shifts when his not-quite-girlfriend surprises him at the Abbott ranch, and something cracks his guarded heart wide open. Emotions run high, and Rhett is left to realise that love, real love, has finally found him.

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Tags -> Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Valentine's Day Fluff, Gift Giving, Horses, Romantic Fluff

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In all of his years alive, Rhett had engaged in a few dalliances. He wouldn't call most of them romances, as there was rarely any romance actually occurring whilst they were intimate. His current fling, however, seemed different. This one he would consider to be a romance.

Y/N was 'it' for him. He knew that. It may have been early days, but Rhett knew that he was head over heels for Y/N. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He didn't want to rush in, fuck everything up, and scare her away. And that's why he'd never asked the dreaded "What are we?" question.

He knew she found him physically attractive, and she must've liked being around him enough to continue sleeping with him. But Rhett wanted more than just physical attraction and surface-level liking. He wanted the mundane stuff too, like cuddling on the couch while watching TV or cooking dinner together. He wanted to know her favourite colour, food, and music. He wanted to share his life with her, not just his bed.

Honestly, he wanted to spend Valentine's Day with her. He wanted to be all sappy and gross and in love. Instead, he settled for leaving a set of fluffy socks - she always complained about having cold feet - a bouquet of carnations - her favourite - and a box of fancy-looking heart-shaped chocolate on her doorstep. There was no note, no signifier of who had sent it, and he knocked, then immediately hurried away so she wouldn't see him. There was no way that Y/N would know that Rhett Abbott had gone soft, that he was her secret admirer.

Rhett drove away and didn't stick around to watch the glee on Y/N's face as her gaze fell upon the gifts. Unbeknownst to him, she noticed as a very familiar pickup turned off her road about 100 ft down and smiled to herself.

Her cowboy was a sweet one.

Y/N had a bright smile on her face as she went through her workday. It's not every day that you receive such thoughtful gifts from your not-quite-boyfriend, Y/N thought with amusement. Her mind kept wandering back to Rhett and the way he made her feel. She couldn't help but blush at the mere thought of him as she continued working on her tasks.

Abbott's had a certain reputation, that was true, but Y/N saw through the facade Rhett put on. She knew he was just a big ol' emotionally constipated teddy bear rather than the mysterious player that people whispered about. Throughout their situationship, she had come to know the man behind the image he projected. She was drawn to him, not only because of his rugged handsomeness and charm but also because of the depth and sincerity that he revealed to her, however briefly.

As the 9-5 workday drew to a close, Y/N made her way to the Abbott ranch dressed in a zipped-up jacket and armed with a little something-something for her cowboy. The scent of hay and leather lingered in the air as Y/N made her way across the familiar path leading to the barn and was greeted by a beautiful sight.

Thanks to the hot Wyoming sun, Rhett had shed his shirt, revealing his toned, tanned back as he had a conversation with his horse, Gadget. His biceps flexing and relaxing as his hand brushed up and down the horse's mane. Then, to make it even more picturesque, a single bead of sweat rolled from his neck down his back and into the waistband of the Calvins that were peeking out of his jeans.

Sue her, but Y/N didn't immediately announce her presence. She took a moment or two - or three or four... - to admire him. He was hot, both temperature-wise and aesthetically. But the thing that got Y/N really swooning was the way he treated Gadget.

Whatever the two were talking about - well, Rhett talking and Gadget neighing - he was nodding along whenever the horse made a noise as if the animal had made a decent point and fussing over him.

Rhett was rewarded with an affectionate horse tongue to the cheek. "Thanks, bud, love you too," he laughed, patting Gadget on the neck. His laughter rang out throughout the barn.

"Hey, cowboy. Something funny?" She teased, and Rhett turned around, a smile spreading across his face as he took in Y/N's presence. He wiped his hands on his jeans, getting them a smidge bit more dirty.

"Hey sweet girl, whachu doin' here?" That term of endearment always managed to make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and it was no different this time around.

"I knew this is where I'd find you," she replied, her voice laced with affection. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? And why's that?"

Y/N grinned, walking up to Gadget. "Because I know you like hanging out with your best friend," she explained, rhythmically stroking the horse's neck.

"Hi Gadget, how are you today?" The animal neighed. "Rhett's been taking good care of you? Yeah, that sounds like him."

Completely mush, Rhett watched as Y/N interacted with Gadget with the biggest, buggiest blue eyes. He couldn't help but be entranced by the sight, and his hand unconsciously placed itself on her waist. He had no clue that his thumb had untucked her shirt and was now gently rubbing circles on her bare skin.

"Oh, you want to tell me a secret, Gadget?"

Y/N kept up the pretence of talking to the horse, her voice light and teasing as she leaned her ear closer to the horse's as if she was about to hear something of utmost importance.

"Did he really?" She asked, her voice full of faux surprise as she made eye contact with Rhett. "That's so nice of him. I was wondering who left those really sweet gifts at my door this morning!"

Eyes widening, Rhett felt his heart skip a beat as he realised what Y/N was referring to. Rhett felt himself overheat as his face turned beet red. He tried to play it cool, however, and laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied. It was such an obvious lie too that Y/N rolled her eyes and gave the horse a look that conveyed, 'this fucking guy!' She chuckled, shaking her head lightly.

"Uh-huh, sure thing, cowboy. I can see right through you," Y/N pointed out, poking him right on the pectoral. "You ain't slick, Abbott."

Even if she hadn't witnessed him fleeing the scene, his reaction would've told her everything anyway. He scratched the back of his neck, looking away sheepishly.

"Well, I mean... I just thought you'd like them," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and Y/N tilted her head upwards to meet his eyes. "I did, sweetheart," she assured him gently. "I really, really did. Thank you for thinking of me."

Rhett felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the sincerity in her expression and heard the warmth in her voice.His one hand found its way to her lower back, pulling her even closer, while the other tentatively reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm always thinkin' of you these days," he confessed, low and husky, his eyes locked onto hers and his thumb brushing against her cheekbone.

Well, that whole not rushing into thing was out the fucking window. Literally 5 minutes into being with her today, and he'd spilt his guts. But hell, he'd never felt more honest or more himself around anyone else.

"Ooooh, you must really like me! You do, don't you, baby?" She playfully jeered and was pleased to observe as he changed hue in under 2 seconds. He got so flustered that he started stuttering, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to form a coherent sentence.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his adorable reaction. She loved making him blush like this, and the sight of it only made her fall even more. Even if he couldn't get the words out, she knew.

Mischievously, Y/N tickled his sides as she continued, "Oh come on, tell me! How do you feel about me, Mr. Abbott?" He yelped and tried to wriggle away from her grasp, giggling as she attacked him with childish affection. He managed to get out for a second, only for Y/N to chase after him and tackle him onto a hay bale, the pair of them hysterically laughing as they went down.

Their landing was cushioned by the soft hay, and they quickly found themselves face-to-face, breathing heavily, the air between them charged with an undeniable chemistry. Rhett looked into Y/N's eyes, his heart racing as he tried to find the words to express how he felt about her - maybe he didn't even know the exact words to express the true depth of his affection - but he knew one thing for sure: he loved spending time with her, whether it was in the barn or out of it.

As their gazes locked, Rhett leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers. "You wanna get food with me?" he asked, his heart pounding so loud in anticipation of her answer.

"Depends."

His nose poked into her cheek. "Depends?"

"Is it a date?"

Looking down, he smiled to himself and tried to hide his mouth under the collar of his plaid shirt. This woman was pure joy, he'd decided. She made him feel like he was living in Technicolour when he'd been stuck in black and white for so long, so there was no debate. There was only one possible answer.

“Yes, ma'am," he breathed out, his eyes locked onto hers. "It's a date."

"Good, cause I got you gifts too. Would've been awkward if you had said no. Well, I guess I could've not said it and kept them for myself."

Before he'd even comprehended what she'd said, Y/N stood, retrieved an overflowing gift bag that she had left by the barn door, and returned to the hay bale. "For you, handsome," she said, grinning as she handed him the bag.

All of this was new to Rhett. It was invigorating and so, so terrifying in its own way, and he wasn't quite sure how to process it all. Thanks to that, Rhett just kinda froze. He didn't move, his face stuck in an expression of subdued disbelief, and his eyes unfocused as he tried to process what was happening.

Y/N watched him with a mix of amusement and concern, wondering if she'd overwhelmed him. She reached out and gently touched his cheek, bringing him back to the present.

"Earth to Rhett," she teased, "Are you in there?" and he slowly came back to reality, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment at his momentary loss of consciousness.

"I was just... not expecting this."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her eyes softening as she studied his face, and, oh, what a pretty face.

Swallowing thickly, he opened the bag and pulled out the largest of the wrapped gifts. His ripping technique was hesitant, almost as if he believed there was a bomb inside, and a Chihuahua-sized stuffed toy cow was revealed. He turned it over in his rough, calloused hands, his thumb brushing across the soft fabric, and felt an unexpected surge of emotion rise up within him.

Like, why had a toy cow almost brought tears to his eyes? It didn't make sense, and yet it felt right. As if this gift, this seemingly juvenile item, held within it the key to unlocking something deep within him - a wellspring of emotion he'd thought he'd left behind long ago. Y/N knew it was silly, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that something she'd chosen had such a profound impact on him.

As he turned it over in his hands, his eyes caught something written on the tag. 'You are udderly adorable!' it read, and even though he tried to suppress it, Rhett couldn't help but chuckle at the pun. It was silly and cheesy, but it made him feel lighter, like the weight of the world was just a little bit less heavy on his shoulders.

Underneath that toy was another wrapped gift, and as he ripped through the paper to see what it was, he discovered three packets of his favourite jerky. "I thought Pete said that they weren't with this supplier anymore," Rhett murmured to himself as he looked at the familiar red and black packaging, his heart filling with warmth and gratitude towards Y/N.

"You're lucky I have a cousin that works at their factory in Montana. I have a whole box full back home, and I will be using it to bribe you to come over more."

Rhett chuckled to himself in delight as he realised that she must've planned this before today. There was no way she could do her full workday, drive from Montana and back, and be here before dusk.

"You did all this just for me?" he asked.

"I mean, it's not like I wanted to spend today with anyone else," she teased, trying to downplay her efforts.

He looked down at the gift in his hands and then back up at Y/N with a big goofy smile on his face. He carefully placed the gift bag aside, his arm slipping around her waist as he planted a kiss on her forehead, her temple, right by the corner of her eye, her cheekbone, her nose, her jawline, and then finally, her lips.

All in all, Y/N thought he was too cute to handle and couldn't resist reaching out and tugging his hat off his head. She placed it atop her hair and raised her eyebrow at him to say, 'What are you gonna do about this?' Rhett swiftly swooped forward, both of his big hands coming up to cradle her face before planting a deep, passionate kiss upon her lips. She melted and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back fervently.

The kiss was slow and languid, as if they were savouring every single moment of it, and they would've continued if not for the sound of Perry yelping, "Oh, shit!" and breaking the magical bubble they had been in.

The couple's heads whipped towards the source of the interruption, finding Perry holding out his hand over his eyes like a child. "What's up, Perr?" Rhett grumbled, still holding Y/N close, his lips still warm from their kiss.

"Ma was wondering if you're having dinner with us. I see you're, uh... busy," the older Abbott replied, uncovering his face. He coughed awkwardly. "Hey Y/N."

"Hey Perr," Y/N giggled softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"We're goin' out to eat, so... uh, tell Ma not to worry about me tonight," Rhett said to the ground, unable to make eye contact with his brother because he knew Perry was going to tease him to no end about this.

Perry snickered, shaking his head as he turned to leave. "Sure thing, baby brother. Have fun," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. As he walked away, he called back, "Bye Y/N, order the most expensive thing on the menu just for me, yeah?"

"Will do, Perr," Y/N chuckled softly and watched Perry saunter away.

Though she didn't have the highest opinion of the other members of the Abbott family based on the snippets that Rhett had told her and her own personal experience with them, it was safe to say that this was one of the nicer interactions.

"Come on," Rhett urged, his voice filled with gentle urgency. "We should get out of here before he starts gossiping to my mama."

He offered Y/N his hand, hoisting her to her feet with one swift tug, and once she was on her feet, Rhett stole another kiss. Poking his hat up so it didn't bump him on the nose as he leaned in, he complimented, "I could get used to seein' you in my Stetson," and just tilted his head - as he often did whenever he wanted her to kiss him rather than the other way.

Who was she to decline such a tempting offer? Y/N playfully nudged the tip of her nose against his, prolonging the amount of time she'd get to witness the expression he made whenever he pleaded with her - he got those adorable pouty lips, furrowed brows, and big puppy dog eyes - before finally closing the gap between their lips.

"If you're real nice to me, I've got another gift for you," Y/N purred against his lips as she broke away from the kiss. The way his eyes lit up at the mention of another present made her feel a little giddy.

"Yeah? And where might that be?" he asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow in her direction.

Whatever innocent excitement he was feeling suddenly flipped to something far more horny when she took his wrist and placed it on the zipper of her jacket, then increased tenfold as he pulled the zip down just enough to reveal the very top of her red frilly lace bra.

Rhett's breath caught as his fingers brushed against the delicate fabric. He could hardly believe his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts of what she might have planned next. He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

"Bought a new set just for tonight. Just. For. You," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Rhett's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative chuckle.

"Well, I reckon I'm one lucky man."

"If you think you're lucky now, just wait until I get you home."

Unlike most of their other interactions, the pair had dinner before they engaged in some extracurricular activities. And even though Rhett struggled to keep his hands off her while they were eating, he knew that the best Valentine's Day present Y/N could have ever given him was the opportunity to finally show off how much of a hopeless romantic he truly was.

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bippot · 4 months ago

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Calendar Girl - After

Story Summary -> When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends. Nothing more.

Tags -> Violence, Blood and Gore, Kidnapping, Mommy Issues, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Stabbing, Gun Violence, Knives, Murder, Threats of Violence, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Valentine's Day

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Previous Chapter -> During

More and more stabs pierced through Julian’s body as he choked on the meatballs, desperate gasps leaving him every other second. A trickle of blood began to run from the corner of his mouth and mixed with the spaghetti, staining Y/N’s hand red. The sound of his agonising cries brought her immense satisfaction, and she laughed directly in her captor's face.

It was moments like this that Adebayo remembered that Y/N was not normal. Not in the slightest. Calendar Man was dead. There was no doubt about that. With the amount of stab wounds in his chest and meatballs lodged in his throat, everyone was surprised he lasted as long as he had.

"Bit intense, don't you think, Y/N?" Emilia declared, crossing her arms and looking at Y/N, concern etched into every crease of her face.

"You try being stuck with this guy for three days."

Y/N handed the knife back to Vigilante and brushed some hair out of her face with her bloodied hand, getting red all over her cheek before she was engulfed in a hug by Harcourt. Harcourt wasn't a hugger by any means, but after everything that happened, Emilia seemed eager to show her affectionate side. Y/N returned her embrace, though she mostly hooked her chin over her friend's shoulder because she'd definitely get blood all over Emilia's clothes if her dominant hand was in the mix.

A hug from Adebayo was next, followed by a quick pat on the back from Peace - who shoved his comms device into Y/N's ear so Economos could hear her voice and know she was okay.

Vigilante just kinda stood there. He watched them interact in silence, barely moving a muscle. He stared at Y/N, observing every little detail about her. How her hair fell. How the light from the windows reflected softly off her skin. How her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks. How her lips moved.

Then he noticed the new aspects. Sure, she looked hot in her fancy dress and heels - like so hot he felt his pulse quicken in response - but whatever horniness he was feeling was overruled. Her wrists and ankles were covered in bruises, red marks marred the soft flesh of her neck, she had a litany of injection scabs on her wrist, and she was covered in the exact amount of grime that you'd expect someone who'd been locked in a basement for a few days would have.

Adrian's nostrils flared under his mask.

"We should probably get going," Harcourt suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you mind if I have a minute or two to just stand? I've been tied to a chair for a while. Need to stretch my legs, that's all."

"Course," Emilia assured, noticing the way Vigilante was acting. She knew how protective Adrian was of Y/N - hell, every time they had to pair up, he would whine like a little bitch if he wasn't with Y/N. That was as obvious as his crush on her. Emilia could tell that the wait to be alone with Y/N was eating him alive. "We'll be back in the van getting ready to leave. Vig, why don't you stay to keep Y/N company?"

Vigilante gave her a curt nod, and the moment he was alone with Y/N, he sank to his knees right in front of her. His hands gripped onto either side of her thighs, his shoulders hunched forward, his breath laboured. The hard plastic of his visor poked into her thigh uncomfortably as he pressed his forehead against her dress.

"I'm okay, pumpkin," Y/N told him, placing a delicate hand on his head. "Is it okay if I take your mask off? It seems like you need some time as Adrian, not Vigilante."

Slowly, he nodded, lifting his head, so Y/N slipped his mask off of his head and tucked it into his utility belt. She reached up and pushed a stray curl behind his ear with her clean hand, her thumb grazing against the smooth surface of his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of her hand.

"I'm okay," she repeated. "I'm a little bruised, but I'm okay."

He exhaled slowly.

"The floor is dirty," Y/N pointed out, urging Adrian to his feet. "C'mere."

Without hesitation, Adrian rose up to his feet and launched himself at her, wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N's waist. She hugged him back instinctively and ran a soothing - but messy - hand through his hair.

"Shit, I just got blood in your hair."

Y/N went to pull away, only to be pulled back towards Adrian, his grip tightening as he buried his face in her shoulder. "I don't give a fuck. Please stay. I'm covered in blood anyway. Please, please, please," he whispered, his shaky breath tickling her neck.

So they stayed that way a long time, Adrian holding Y/N tight, until finally, they made their way to the van. Before she left the room, Y/N took one last look at Calendar Man and joked, "The spaghetti is what made it too much, right?" But Vigilante wasn't in the mood for jokes and didn't reply.

John took one look at the blood-soaked pair. "Do not come in here like that."

Adrian found the bag of spare clothes he'd brought - one set for him, one set for Y/N - and the pair hid by the side of the van to get changed. They were thrown cloths to get as much of the blood off as they could, and he had missed a huge splotch on the underside of his jaw, so she gently wiped his face with the cloth with one hand while the other was lightly caressing his other cheek.

Finally, Adrian smiled. It was big and goofy and tired and perfect.

Adebayo popped her head around. "We ready to go?"

On their way back to Evergreen, Adrian's spirits had lifted so dramatically. Despite the fact that he was extremely tired - visibly so - he practically skipped in the backseat and pulled Y/N into her usual seat beside him. He began to yap again, his enthusiasm renewed and almost contagious. But he had been awake for far too long now. He was so incredibly tired that he tried to sleep with his head resting against the cold, uncomfortable metal of the van.

"Pumpkin," Y/N cooed, pulling him towards her by the back of his neck so he was laying his head on her shoulder. She smoothed his hair with her fingers and continued to do so until he was firmly asleep.

Leota eyed the pair. "He hasn't slept since he found out you were missing."

"Well, that was stupid of him."

"Love makes you stupid."

As if to back Adebayo's statement up, Adrian cuddled himself further into Y/N's side, burying his nose against her throat. The hand not in his hair trailed up and down his spine in a steady, hypnotic rhythm, and yeah, if it wasn't obvious before, it was now. The love between them was mutual. It was reciprocated. It was undeniable.

When she thought nobody was looking, Y/N kissed the forehead of the sleeping man in her arms.

Evergreen was a sight for sore eyes. Y/N never thought she would've felt so relieved to see that busted, gross-looking video store.

To wake Adrian once they'd arrived, Y/N pulled on his ear, lightly tugging his lobe down just as she usually did whenever they had to take shifts on overnight stakeouts. It was silly, but it was their way to know that the other was the one waking them up. He cracked an eye open.

"Home?"

"Uh-huh."

"Sick."

After some tests that Emila forced her to do to check if she was okay, she said her thank yous and goodbyes to everyone but Adrian. Chris ruffled her hair, and John waved. Adebayo told her that she had patched things up with Keeya and didn't need to hide out tonight, and Emilia, very forcefully, insisted that she'd be by in the morning to check up on her.

"C'mon," Y/N urged, holding her hand out for Adrian to take. "I don't really want to go back to my apartment; can I stay at yours tonight?"

It was almost comical the way he began to nod his head yes so fast. Almost comical the way he tried to stifle the smile on his face. Almost comical the way he tripped over his own feet in his haste to get home. Their friends must've thought so too, as snickering could be heard from HQ as the door swung shut behind them.

"Can we walk back, or are you gonna fall asleep before we get to yours?"

"I'll stay awake. Promise."

They walked hand in hand in complete silence, comfortable complete silence. No words were spoken - but there was no tension in the air, no nervousness. This was the first peace that Y/N had experienced in days. She'd forgotten about the pain of her bruising and the stiffness in her muscles, and she couldn't help but let herself soak in the serenity of the night. The cool breeze brushed against her cheek as she looked up at the stars above.

"It's weird not being able to see the sky."

"Yeah?"

"It was only a couple of days, but yeah... weird."

Adrian glanced up at the stars too. He wanted to say, 'I think I might be in love with you because every second you weren't by my side, I wanted to crawl into a hole and collapse in on myself,' but he didn't.

"It was weird not being able to see you," he admitted instead. "I... I, uh, I went a bit... I was unhinged. Like, I threatened to murder the entire team, and I was being 100% serious."

Y/N didn't know exactly how to respond. While she would admit that threatening to murder their friends was a bit much, she couldn't help but be flattered. It proved how much impact she had on his life.

"I really missed you" was all she said, and it was all she needed to say.

Adrian smiled down at her, his face softening in the glow of the streetlights. They arrived at Adrian's apartment, and he fumbled with his keys, dropping them not just once but twice.

"Home sweet home." He stepped aside so she could go in first. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Will jalapeño poppers be enough? I think that's the only thing I have in my freezer."

"As long as it's not spaghetti and meatballs, I'm good with whatever."

"I'm sorry that you didn't have a good Valentine's Day," he mumbled around a bite.

The food took no time at all to prepare, and they sat side by side on the couch as they ate. It wasn't the most elegant of meals, but they were too exhausted and content to care. Y/N hummed in approval as she bit into a jalapeño popper, her eyes drifting shut for just a moment. She didn't know how Adrian did it, but he always seemed to know just what she needed.

"It's the most exciting Valentine's Day I've ever had." She swallowed her mouthful. "Who else can say that they got a nice, new dress, killed their weird-ass kidnapper, and then got rescued by Vigilante, all on the same day?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, you did look really hot in that dress."

"I did, didn't I?"

A few more bites passed by quietly with Y/N occasionally stealing glances at Adrian through her eyelashes. She couldn't believe her luck. Adrian kept staring at her with the biggest, dopiest smile on his face, and she knew she was totally dead screwed.

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and cheeks filled with food. His eyes were focused intently on her as she chewed.

Instead of verbally explaining herself, Y/N discarded their plates on the coffee table and leaned toward Adrian, getting closer and closer until the tip of her nose nudged into his. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as they prepared themselves for the inevitable.

His thumb swiped across her bottom lip. "You sure? I don't wanna, like, take advantage when you're in a fucked-up headspace or whatever," Adrian asked, voice trembling.

He wanted to kiss her. Of course he did. He'd imagined it far too many times. But the thought that he could put whatever desire and lust he felt for Y/N above her well-being was an absurd one. If she'd been put off romance altogether thanks to recent events, he'd wait as long as it took for her to be ready.

"I'm sure," Y/N replied softly, her breath hitching as their lips drew closer together.

Adrian closed his eyes, savouring the moment as he leaned in. His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first. The touch was light, barely there, but once Adrian pulled back just a little to look at her reaction, Y/N reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. He obliged in an instant.

Although the taste of slightly spicy soft cheese wasn't the most sensual of tastes, the pair melted against each other as they kissed. The room seemed to spin. Their hearts raced in sync, and every touch seemed to ignite a new wave of desire. Adrian's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer still, while her fingers tangled in his hair.

As they continued to kiss, Y/N's touch trailed down Adrian's neck, gently tracing the line of his pulse with her fingertips. "Jesus, I think you might be having a heart attack right now," she whispered against his lips, laughing softly.

Adrian pulled back, breathing heavily. His heart was definitely racing, but it was more than the rush of gettin' some.

"I don't think heart attacks feel this awesome."

"Or maybe you're still sleep-deprived?"

Both of them had huge bags under their eyes and were fighting the urge to yawn every 2 mins.

"We should sleep," Y/N urged and was met with a groan.

"I know, I know. But what if I stay awake and, like, keep watch to make sure nothing tries to take you again?"

Adrian's suggestion was met with a soft smile from Y/N. She shuffled on the sofa, lying with her back flat against the cushion, and held her arms out like a toddler who wants uppies. With a chuckle, Adrian crawled into her arms and let himself flop on top of her.

"You'll be squishing me all night with those big, muscly arms, okay? Nobody will be able to take me without taking you too," Y/N pointed out, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"You're not going anywhere," he promised.

Like a snake encircling their prey, Y/N's body wrapped around Adrian's, her arms and legs intertwining with his. She felt safe and secure in his embrace, and the warmth of his body was better than any weighted blanket on the market. As the two of them settled into their makeshift cocoon of limbs, their conversation got progressively more quiet and sleepy-sounding until eventually, no more words were spoken and only even breathing could be heard.

15th

For the first time in days, the couple could finally rest without worry.

Well, there was a false alarm in the early hours of the morning. Y/N woke up with a desperate need to pee, but she didn't want to wake Adrian. In his sleep, he'd slipped further to the back of the couch, and Y/N knew that if her movements were slow and precise, she'd be able to get out from under him without disturbing his slumber. Obviously, she could've woken him up, but he had been so exhausted and in need of a solid 8 that, in Y/N's head, sneaking away would yield the best results.

She was successful in her mission and managed to tiptoe to the bathroom without waking Adrian. Her absence was noticed, even in his unconscious state, and he was suddenly awake and without his love in his arms. Adrian went into Vigilante mode in an instant, his paranoia kicking into high gear. He scanned the apartment, heart racing as he tried to determine what could've happened to Y/N while he was sleeping.

There was a handful of guns scattered around his house, all hidden in various places that only he knew about, and Adrian was quick to retrieve the pistol he had taped to the bottom of the couch and go in search of a possible intruder. Gun primed and ready to shoot, he turned the corner towards the bathroom and was greeted with a yelp.

"Ah! What's going on?" Y/N yelped, eyes zeroing in on the pistol inches from her nose.

"Jesus Christ! You scared me, Y/N!" He clicked the safety on and engulfed Y/N in a hug. "I woke up and you weren't there, and I..."

"I'm sorry, pumpkin. I needed a pee."

The words were muffled due to his shirt, but he knew what she had said. He didn't mean to scare her like that, but his instincts had taken over, and he'd reacted without thinking. They both took a moment to catch their breath and compose themselves before she took Adrian's hand and led him back to the couch to resume their slumber.

A significant chunk of time later, Y/N stirred again, this time with a groan. She felt like she'd slept for a week, but at the same time, she didn't want to move. Her muscles were stiff and sore from being confined to one position for too long. Slowly, she stretched her arms above her head, arching her back in a luxurious yawn.

Adrian's eyes snapped open at the sound of Y/N's yawn, instantly on high alert. He scanned the room, looking for any signs of danger but finding nothing but Y/N and her shirt riding up her stomach as she got comfy. His heart rate slowed down as he realised she was just waking up, and he relaxed back into the cushions.

It was a nice sight to wake up to. And without realising he had, Adrian's hand found its way to her bare midriff, his warm palm caressing her skin. Y/N let out a soft moan, her body responding to the gentle touch, and turned onto her side to face him. They were both still groggy, their eyelids heavy as they looked at each other. Y/N reached up and brushed her fingers through Adrian's messy hair, her lips curving into a smile.

"Good morning," she murmured softly, her voice thick with sleep.

"Morning, beautiful," he replied, returning her smile with a tender one of his own. Y/N and Adrian continued to enjoy their lazy morning, cuddling and exchanging soft kisses as they slowly woke up from their slumber.

The rest of the world faded away. All of Emila's texts and calls had gone unanswered. Her ol' friend would've been worried sick, but at that moment, all Y/N could think about was spending time with Adrian. Emilia, impatient and worried, decided to take matters into her own hands.

Using the key Vigilante had given Peacemaker, Emilia barged into the apartment and came across the pair totally making out. Adrian and Y/N were oblivious to Emilia's presence and lost in their own world as they kissed passionately. Harcourt froze, her feet glued to the floor. Did she know that there was something more than friendship between the pair? Yeah, duh. Did she think that Y/N would be stupid enough to indulge Adrian and reciprocate his feelings? No, she had expected Y/N to be much smarter than that.

Harcourt's limbs gained the ability to move purely through repulsion. The moment she witnessed Adrian's forefinger delving a millimetre under the waistband of Y/N's sweatpants to grab her ass, she loudly retched. Emilia's interruption caused Y/N and Adrian to break apart, their faces flushed, and they quickly tried to compose themselves.

"Emmy, what are you doing here?"

"She lets you call her Emmy?" If anything, that was the most insane thing he had ever heard.

Ignoring him, Emilia directed the question, "What are you doing?" towards Y/N.

"What did it look like I was doing!" The answer was as clear as day. "What are you doing?"

Emila swiped a hand down her face. "You weren't answering your phone - mostly because it's still at your apartment - and I knew this is the most likely place you'd be," Harcourt explained, adverting her eyes as if the pair were doing something so debauched.

They weren't. Admittedly, the position they were in was compromising as Y/N was perched on Adrian's lap, her thighs bracketing his, and his shirt discarded on the floor by the couch, but they had only been smooching when Emilia barged in.

Adrian cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant. "We were just... uh... catching up," he said, gesturing vaguely between them. "We... uh... lost track of time."

Emilia raised an eyebrow at their lame excuses. "...Right. Well, you seem to be fine. I'm, uh, I'm just going to leave before I see something that will scar me for years to come."

"Bye, Emmy."

"Yeah, bye, 'Emmy'," Adrian repeated.

"Don't," Emilia warned, pointing her finger at him. "Only she gets to call me that."

"Sure thing, Emmy," he jeered, a smile so mischievous dancing on his lips.

Harcourt began to walk away, threatened, "Call me that again and I'll make it so you'll never be able to have kids," over her shoulder, and Adrian couldn't tell whether she was being real or not. As Emilia left, Y/N and Adrian exchanged a guilty look before devolving into giggles, unable to contain their amusement at their boss's reaction.

The laughter then slowly faded as Adrian leaned forward to capture Y/N's lips, and they picked up exactly where they left off. Despite the initial awkwardness caused by Emilia's interruption, the pair couldn't resist resuming their passionate moment.

"Can we skip breakfast?"

"We can do whatever you want," she replied huskily, her lips already on the way to his neck and eliciting the most pathetic whine she'd ever heard.

"Whatever I want?"

"Uh-huh, whatever you want, pumpkin."

It was safe to say he took full advantage of that offer.

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Calendar Girl - During

Story Summary -> When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends. Nothing more.

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14th

Waking up for the third consecutive day bound to the cold, unyielding embrace of a metal chair, Y/N L/N blinked against the harsh, flickering overhead light that cast shadows across the confines of the dingy basement. The air was thick and stale, carrying an unpleasant mixture of dampness and something akin to despair. Her heart raced, the rhythm echoing in her ears as she strained against the rough ropes that bit into her wrists, the fibres coarse and a constant reminder of her precarious situation.

She took in her surroundings with a keen, almost desperate scrutiny. The walls were a dreary shade of grey and were speckled with old stains - maybe from previous captives or something worse. No windows pierced the thick walls, no glimmer of daylight or moonlight to provide her with any sense of time. Y/N felt a pang of unease.

Was it still day? Night? She racked her brain trying to guess what day it was. Whoever this guy was gave her three meals a day, and she had been given eight meals so far. She was well-versed in that kind of addition. Three days ago, it was the 11th. So, today is the 14th. The 14th of February. Fuck. It's Valentine's Day.

Two concerns sprung up immediately.

1) This guy had clearly kidnapped her because it was Valentine's Day, and though the origin of St. Valentine is shrouded in mystery, Julian wasn't. It was obvious. She was here to be his date, his plaything. And while she had to hold onto hope that a date was all he wanted, Y/N knew that there was going to be a more sinister outcome. A normal guy wouldn't have 4 criminals break into her home and knock her out in order to have some innocent, puppy love romance. Something bad was going to happen; that was without question.

Though it was silly of her, Y/N knew that 2) Adrian may have thought she had stood him up. Focusing on getting to safety should've been the only thing on her mind, yet she couldn't help but remember how happy he had been the other night. Of course, some part of her brain knew that he would've worked it out by now - especially if he had the team's help - and he knew that she wasn't ignoring him purposely. She was a little tied up at the moment, literally.

Calendar Man appeared in the doorway, and Y/N wiped away any facial expression she currently had on, greeting him with, "Hey, big boy. What are we doing today? Maybe a walk in the park could do me some good."

He smirked and perched down in front of her. "Now, now, I'm glad to see you're awake, Y/N. I have a job for you."

"Really? And here I was, thinking you wanted to kill me."

"Kill you? Dear, why would I do that?" He laughed softly, brushing his fingers through her tangled hair. "No, I've decided to treat you properly."

Well, that wasn't ominous as shit. She scowled at him, pulling at the chains binding her wrists and ankles. "Treating me nicely, huh? How kind of you."

One of his henchmen handed him both a blue and a red expensive-looking silk dress, and Jullian held them against Y/N's body to see which one she would look best in.

"Red. Definitely red."

The henchman then grabbed at her forearm and twisted it till it was facing upwards, giving Calendar Man the perfect opportunity to reach for a filled syringe and insert it into the veins on her wrist. All of a sudden, everything felt heavy and distant to her. She tried her best not to show it, but her brain refused to process what was happening. The drug took effect quickly - each movement took so much effort, and she didn't dare speak, or it would come out as an incoherent, jumbled mess - and Y/N was untied from her binds and forced to stand.

Calendar Man smiled at her, the sight sending shivers running through her body. "Enjoy your new dress, my dear." He turned to the henchman to order, "Make sure she looks presentable for our date."

And with those words, she was led down the corridor and into a bathroom, where the red dress and a pair of stilettos were pushed into her hand. The henchman began to close the door, but before it was entirely shut, he poked his head in, a smarmy grin playing at the corner of his lips. "If you need any help changing - any at all - I'm more than willing to lend a hand," he purred, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she closed the door, pressing her forehead against the cool surface to try and stop the pounding in her head.

She wasn't in the right headspace to come up with a plan, and going along with things was the only way she could think of prolonging her life. The sedatives in her bloodstream would run out eventually, so now it was a waiting game.

Aside from the glaringly obvious mystery at hand, Y/N couldn't shake off the gnawing anxiety bubbling within her. It was utterly perplexing that both the shoes and the dress seemed to fit her like they were crafted just for her. Did they take her measurements while she was unconscious? Or was it possible someone had an uncanny knack for sizing up clothes? She couldn't help but grimly chuckle at the thought of a secret fashionista lurking in the shadows, armed with a tape measure and an eye for detail. How she wished it was the latter.

The outfit itself was beautiful, and the fabric was a gorgeous, glossy shade of crimson that matched the red lipstick that had been lying precariously on the sink. Not to mention the amount of attention that it brought to the cleavage, her breasts spilling out of the deep V just enough to be sexy without being indecent. The heels, though impractical and uncomfortable (as expected), looked amazing and made her legs look longer than ever before. As much as she hated to admit it, Calendar Man - or the secret fashionista - had excellent taste in clothing.

Y/N glanced at her reflection in the mirror and, damn!, she looked good. It was what she would look like if she went on an actual, proper date, which was something she hadn't done in a long time. The excuse she always used was that 'I don't have time' or 'I'm a hitwoman; that's not a green flag,' when in reality, it was because she had been waiting for one person in particular to ask her out.

And he had. And now she wouldn't be able to make it. Admittedly, it wasn't her fault, but still... Y/N sighed, staring sadly at her hands and tracing the lines etched in the palm, as she remembered how excited and optimistic Adrian had been the last time she saw him. Now, he probably thought she was dead. Or she had skipped town. Or no longer wanted to be around him. That thought saddened her to no end. She missed him terribly, and it had only been a few days.

Three loud BANGS of the door echoed throughout the bathroom. "You done yet?" The henchman's gruff voice called out, and before she had even responded, he opened the door. She stared at him blankly, her eyes narrowing a little as she scrutinised him closely. "Oh, the boss is gonna love this pretty thing."

He chuckled, nodding his head slowly as he eyed her up and down, obviously checking her out. His gaze lingered slightly too long on her chest, and she resisted the urge to shove the heel of her shoe into his crotch. She bit her tongue when he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "You know, I can't wait to watch what he has in store for you."

With that ominous comment still echoing in her ears, the henchman yanked Y/N from the sanctuary of the bathroom and thrust her into a room that looked like a bizarre shrine to time. The first thing that struck her was the floor beneath her stiletto-clad feet. It was an odd assortment of tiles, each emblazoned with a different date, like some twisted mosaic of time. At first glance, the tiles blended together, appearing random and inconsequential, but as she squinted down at them, a strange lunar pattern began to emerge.

The walls, too, were an affront to her senses. They were plastered with store-bought calendars, the pages yellowed with age, the dates heavily circled in red ink. Some calendars were from decades ago, their cheerful designs mocking the sinister atmosphere that enveloped her. Each calendar overlapped the other in a haphazard manner, creating a chaotic collage that felt like a visual representation of Calendar Man's madness.

The man himself was dressed in a flamboyant salmon-coloured three-piece suit, and his bald head glistened under the flickering candlelight. He reclined at the head of a long dining table, fingers curled around a glass of dark red wine, the liquid swirling ominously like blood.

A predatory smile stretched across his lips as she was unceremoniously thrust toward him, forcing her to sit down at the opposite end of the table from him. She kept her eyes locked onto his, trying to convey her disdain, anger, and annoyance over her situation, but he just stared at her calmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

One of the henchmen placed a steaming plate of meatballs and a large bowl of pasta in front of her, accompanied by a large bottle of cheap red wine.

"I'm a vegetarian," Y/N commented. Whether that was true or not was anyone's guess. It received the response she wanted, although Calendar Man became far more agitated than Y/N expected he should be. "And my New Year's resolution was to give up booze."

"That's irrelevant! This isn't about you!" he said, slamming his fist down on the table, making her jump slightly. "Eat the fucking food."

With an eye roll, she ate some of the food before her. It wasn't actually that bad, as far as meatballs go, yet Y/N scrunched up her face in disgust and let the food roll off her tongue like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Mm, gross..."

"Now, now... Don't be like that. We both know you're going to eat that food whether you like it or not, and so am I."

"It's disgusting. How can you eat it? It literally tastes of shit."

The fork in Calendar Man's hand bent under the force of his clenching hand and broke in half. He threw the broken utensil to the side, his expression contorting into an ugly scowl. His jaw was clenched tightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his brow, his whole form radiating tension.

"Shut up. Shut your fucking whore mouth and eat. If you aren't careful, you might ruin my surprise. Do you want me to kill you right here, right now? Because I will, I swear to god-"

He was cut off abruptly by Y/N's laughter, and he just blinked at her in confusion. It was clear to see that he was completely baffled by her behaviour. Normal people don't act like this when they're staring their future killer in the eyes.

This little date charade was tried and tested several times already. There was a sequence to things: the girl struggled to pick up her cutlery thanks to a mixture of the sedatives and her debilitating fear; he'd try to make small talk and be so entertained when she stuttered and cried; then dinner would be over, and Calendar Man could revel in her pleading and the 'I'll do anything, I swear's until, finally, his hands made it to her neck.

Y/N wasn't shaking. She was difficult. Her words came out sharp and biting. Her body language screamed defiance. She wasn't terrified. Despite everything that was happening, despite knowing that there was no hope of surviving whatever hell awaited her next, Y/N was outwardly calm.

This wasn't normal. She wasn't normal.

It was truly unfortunate that Julian had decided to stalk Y/N during her one week off from work. With no missions or covert ops to keep her busy, she'd enjoyed a refreshingly normal week, completely free from the chaos that usually surrounded her. Of course, that meant there was no chance for Calendar Man to get a real taste of the fierce spirit he was up against.

"Julian, you seem stressed," Y/N quipped, smirking at his furrowed brow.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

The van rumbled through the slick, rain-soaked streets of Evergreen in the very early morning, the tires splashing through puddles that reflected the flickering streetlights above. The hum of the engine was a low growl, its sound contrasting with the palpable tension brewing inside the dimly lit cabin.

Economos, with his broad shoulders hunched forward in concentration, gripped the steering wheel, his greying hair slightly tousled from the wind that whipped in through the cracked window. Emilia attached a holster belt around her slim waist, her movements fluid and graceful despite the tightness of her posture. The weight of the holster was a comfort, a familiar reassurance that she was equipped and ready to face whatever lay ahead. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that had lain dormant for far too long.

In the back, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of nervous energy and anticipation.

Peacemaker adjusted the fit of his helmet, the sonic boom attachment glinting ominously in the low light. He was all bravado, a confident grin plastered on his face, but beneath that facade, a flicker of doubt lurked, threatening to break free. Beside him,

Adebayo tightened the straps of the force field helmet that Peace had loaned her for the day.

Vigilante seated opposite, his visor obscuring his big green eyes from view, shielding the worry that churned within him. The tension coiled tightly in his gut as he glanced at Y/N’s empty seat next to him; the absence felt like a wound that had yet to heal. If only she were here, he thought, feeling the weight of her absence more than ever.

The air inside the van was thick with unspoken words and shared glances that spoke volumes. They were a family - flawed and imperfect, yet united by a common purpose: to find their stolen friend. With every passing moment, the fear grew, growing stronger until a sense of dread was almost suffocating. Anxiety settled between them, weighing heavy upon their shoulders. The plan was simple. Kill the henchmen. Surprise attack Calendar Man. Whilst he was preoccupied, get Y/N out of there. Bada bing, bada boom.

Through the fogged windows, they gazed at the scene before them - an army of thugs milling about like predators circling their prey. Each one bore the unmistakable markings of Calendar Man's twisted legion: bald heads gleaming ominously, skin inked with intricate calendar tattoos, some faded, others still vibrant with fresh ink.

They swaggered in loose formations, their weapons glinting menacingly under the muted glow of the streetlights. Some idly chatted, others checked their firearms. It was a sight that would make any normal person’s heart race with fear; yet the 11th Street Kids were far from normal.

In an instant, Vigilante cracked open the window and started firing at the horde, taking out one henchman after another with ruthless efficiency. "Vee, we said we'd all start shooting on three," Peace argued, hurrying to open the window on his side and start shooting too.

"You guys were taking too long to count."

Emilia and Leota exchanged a glance that screamed exasperation, but it was the kind of look that was all too familiar in their line of work. With a shared sigh, they sprang into action, firing away at the gang of thugs that surrounded them. Adebayo was always horribly surprised by how good at this she was. Her aim was impeccable, her bullets ripping through flesh with ease. She was fast, agile, and lethal, her deadly accuracy really scaring her.

Once it was safe to do so, they parked up and made their way further into the warehouse. Peacemaker and Harcourt went left, Vigilante and Adebayo went right, and Economos stayed behind in the van in order to give them directions when needed.

Peacemaker always positioned himself in front of Emilia to shield her from harm. It wasn’t that he doubted her ability to defend herself; rather, the thought of her getting hurt again was unbearable. The last time they'd infiltrated a place, it hadn't gone well. The weight of her pain at Coverdale Ranch had crushed him. He had pleaded with her to remain in the van with Economos, to play it safe, but no amount of persuasion could sway her.

Now, even with a slight limp from her steadily recovering injuries, she pressed on with unwavering resolve. With a swift, decisive kick to the back of the knees, Emilia dropped a nearby henchman to the ground before expertly manoeuvring him into a headlock.

“How many more of you are there?”

"I don't know. We don't exactly do a head count. Just -" The guy never got to finish his sentence as Emilia shot him in the temple before he could utter another word.

Peace couldn't help himself. "You can quote me on this if you want: that gave me a semi, and I'm not even joking."

"Gross. Why did you tell me that?"

On the other side, Adebayo had yet to shoot another person, despite this side being crawling with henchmen. Vigilante executed them without even trying to have fun with it like he usually did. Before she had even registered that there were enemies around, he had killed eight of them already.

Adebayo glanced across at Vigilante as he reloaded. The red pane of glass next to his eyes bore a splattering of blood, which was a stark reminder of the chaos surrounding them. Without seeing his face, she sensed the tension in his posture, the rigidness of his form.

"Hey, man, we are going to get her back," Leota reassured, her voice steady despite the turmoil.

His response was measured, devoid of emotion. "I know."

Leota was taken aback. He hadn't spoken much since they got into the van, and it was unsettling. For the first time in her life, she wished he would start ranting or speaking his mind like he usually did, because when he was silent, she noticed just how effective he was. This goofy, dorky dude could easily be a villain with how good and at ease he was at killing people. Maybe not a supervillain, she thought. He's not smart enough for that... but he's smart enough to be dangerous.

Vigilante placed his gun next to Leota's head and shot some guy behind her that had just spotted them. The sound rang in her ears, so she chastised, "Warn me next time, dude," but he got up and made his way towards the next line of defence without acknowledging she'd even said anything. He didn't even look behind him to see if Adebayo was following.

All too soon, he was out of bullets and had resorted to slicing Calendar Man's henchmen to pieces. It was better for these dudes that they went quickly, so after Vigilante left them to bleed out, she shot them to put them out of their misery. He had gotten through four and didn't even stop walking forward. His gloves were covered in blood. Well, just in general, he was covered in blood, and there was so much of it that his boots left red footprints wherever he walked.

On the other side of the building, Chris had come up with a plan that was even more brutal, and it was both audacious and slightly ridiculous. He strutted into the heart of a group of unsuspecting goons. Then, with a mischievous grin, he unleashed his sonic boom. Boom! Six enemies went down faster than a diabetic kid at a candy store. He’d pulled this stunt three times now, and each time he shot Emilia a thumbs-up, making sure she was safely out of the way – or so he thought.

But no matter how hard he tried, some of that gross, squishy aftermath still found its way to Emilia, and on the third go, a guy's intact pancreas took an unexpected detour and plopped squarely on her head. “What the actual hell, Chris?” she exclaimed, her shock mingling with disbelief. She hadn’t signed up for a human anatomy rain shower!

“I can’t control where shit gets shot!” Chris defended himself, looking rather sheepish, though the glint in his eye suggested he found the whole situation amusing.

“Hey, you guys in position?” Economos’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Affirmative. Wait, hold on,” Vigilante replied, glancing over his shoulder. He spotted Adebayo, gesturing for her to take her shot. With impeccable aim, she took down an enemy, and he added with a smirk, “Now we are.”

“Three guys right in front of us,” Emilia chimed in, peeking around a corner, her focus sharp as she pulled the trigger and took one down. “Make that two.”

Chris pulled out his pistols, dual-wielding like a pro. “Is it go time?”

“Fucking go time,” John confirmed, excitement bubbling in the air, and together they charged forward into the chaos, ready to tackle whatever came next.

Calendar Man leaned back, the weight of his defeat heavy on his shoulders as he completely abandoned the meal before him. He tilted his head, a devilish grin creeping onto his face. "Do you want to know why I picked you, Y/N?" he asked, the words dripping with a sinister curiosity.

Oh, here it came. It was inevitable that the bad guy was about to monlogue about his villain backstory, and playing for time was her best bet; if she could stretch this narrative out long enough, maybe, just maybe, she’d buy herself a little more life. But did she want more time? It was fun to provoke him, and since she may be dead soon, might as well have fun with her remaining time.

"No. But you're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?" She shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm, even as her heart raced. Her senses were beginning to return. The faint ringing in her ears and the tingling sensation dancing along her fingertips dampened.

Maybe it was time for a last stand.

"When I was young—"

"Oh, please don't tell me that I look like your mother," she interrupted, her tone teasing.

The look on his face confirmed her theory; she could practically hear the gears grinding in his head. It was so predictable - an emotional minefield of a guy like him clearly had mummy issues. Well, they were practically a dime a dozen these days. Who doesn't have 'em?

"Aw, did mummy not love you?"

"Shut the fuck—"

"You kidnap women and pretend they're your mother. And then you take them on pseudo-dates," she yelled, relishing the moment. "You're seriously Oedipal. Did you want to, you know, get a little too close with your mom? I bet she was a great lay."

In a flash, Calendar Man leaped from his seat, his hand darting out like a striking snake to clamp around her throat. His grip was firm but not crushing - yet. Still, she couldn't help but keep that smile plastered on her face as she quipped, "Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?"

He released his grip on her neck, his fingers gliding teasingly over the skin just beneath her collarbone. In an instant, her playful grin morphed into a fierce snarl, a fiery expression that sparked something deep within him. This girl reminded him far too much of his mother.

That blazing fire in her eyes, the sharpness of her biting retorts, and the unmistakable disdain she held for him, it was all too familiar. Her defiance when he first captured her was like a mirror reflecting the past. It was as if she carried the same unyielding spirit that had once rattled his childhood. No matter what he did, she remained unshaken. Just like his mother.

Maybe he’d keep her around. Sure, it would throw a wrench into his meticulously crafted schedule, but there was something undeniably special about her. Too special, perhaps. Calendar Man found himself wanting to hang onto her, to see what this unexpected connection might lead to.

He lifted her chin with a gentle finger, forcing her to meet his gaze, his intention to speak hanging in the air like a promise. But before he could utter a single word, however, she surprised him by spitting right in his face. Jullian shoved her away, wiping the saliva off with a swift motion of his wrist, a bemused expression creeping onto his features.

The tension crackled between them as he repeated her previous words. “Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?”

“Neither,” she shot back with a roll of her eyes. “I just wanted to get that god-awful meatball taste out of my mouth.”

Y/N snatched the wine bottle from the table and, with a flourish, brought it crashing down, sending shards of glass scattered across the floor. Y/N gripped the jagged remnants of the bottle, holding them before her like a knife, her heart racing as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation. She was not going to let him get close, not now, not ever again.

Yet, rather than charging forward as she expected, he merely leaned back with an amused smirk, taking a few leisurely steps away. He crossed his arms, a picture of feigned defeat, and said, “This is a first.” His laughter rang out, rich and teasing. “Who are you really?”

At just the right moment, the door to his room burst open with a dramatic kick, and in strode Vigilante, gun drawn and ready for action. His finger twitched in anticipation, adrenaline pulsing through him. Calendar Man, caught off guard and unarmed, scrambled toward the other exit, only to swing it open and find Peacemaker standing there, gun already locked and loaded.

Julian spun back to the centre of the room, hands dramatically raised. “Who the fuck are you people?”

Y/N took a step forward, reaching for the shiny knives that Vigilante kept tucked away on the back of his utility belt. “I just need to borrow this for a sec,” she commented, a sinister glee suddenly infecting her.

As she strutted up to her captive, her heels clinking against the floor, she snagged a handful of cold spaghetti and meatballs, then landed a well-aimed kick right where it would hurt the most - right in the balls - and sent Julian crashing to his knees in a heap.

Crouching down to meet his gaze, she grinned wickedly, shoving the gooey spaghetti and meatballs right into his mouth. “We're the 11th Street Kids, bitch,” she declared, the words dripping with playful lunacy as she repeatedly stabbed him in the abdomen with the knife, each jab punctuated by an exaggerated flourish. His blood oozed out and painted her hand a vivid crimson, and she brought her slick fingers up to cup his cheek.

“I’m just so glad the drugs have worn off,” she continued, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Now I can savour every glorious second of your last breath.”

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Calendar Girl - Before

Story Summary -> When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends. Nothing more.

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13th of February

Adrian was going insane. For the last 48 hours, he'd been on patrol nonstop, and, for the first time ever, it wasn't out of a want to do so. No. He needed to. Every thug and criminal held the possibility to give him what he wanted: a location.

Y/N had been kidnapped, and they had no idea where the hell she was.

It was unlike her to go no contact, so when Adrian hadn't received a text or even a simple meme in over 12 hours, he got a bit anxious. That was only made worse when he brought up his worries with Harcourt, who usually teased him for being so clingy to the new girl, but she agreed with him. Obviously, that wasn't normal. Emilia never agreed with him.

Thanks to the high-stakes nature of the 11th Street Kids, official members - everyone but Vigilante - were required to check in at 8am, 12pm, 4pm, and 8pm. There were a few times when someone missed one (it was so unlikely that Peacemaker would be awake at 8am that Harcourt stopped expecting that one from him), but once someone missed an entire day's worth, it was officially a cause for concern.

John hacked into the security camera of the corner shop that was opposite Y/N's apartment, and after skimming along the footage for the day, he came across the exact moment where the incident occurred. At 1 am on the 12th of February, a black van pulled up outside her place, 4 bald tattooed guys went in, and then 6 minutes later, they exited with a knocked-out woman in their arms. The men proceeded to place her in the back of the van and left, not even bothering to close the front door behind them. Was it random? Or had someone from Y/N's past come back for vengeance?

And now Adrian had a vendetta with every single bald man in the world. As soon as he knew what type of person to look for, he was on the hunt. He'd made a few mistakes, that's true - thanks to a particularly awkward interaction he had with a teenage boy going through chemotherapy, Adrian was planning to make a hefty donation to charity as soon as this ordeal was over - but if he had to accuse everyone with male pattern baldness of being a dickhead, he was going to do it.

Y/N was worth it. Everyone since she joined the team, Adrian's life had significantly improved. She was kind and friendly and pretty, and she always treated him like an equal. Y/N was easy to be around. The entire team thought so too.

Emilia and Y/N had known each other for years. While Emilia had been working under Waller, Y/N had been feeding her any information that she found out that could get Emilia out of her employment. Any titbit of gossip, allegation, or piece of intel she could get her hands on was passed along. Hell, Y/N may have even tortured a bad guy or two to help Emilia. Harcourt wasn't one for friends, but if she were one, Y/N would be classified as her dearest.

The immense stress of Coverdale Ranch had caused Economos to develop frequent and all-consuming migraines. Y/N was just the best when it came to comforting him while one came on, with Leota coming in second (she lost a few points because she gets flustered by silence and becomes overly talkative to offset that). Whether it was appealing to Harcourt's humanity in order to get John a paid sick day, ensuring the backroom was a stimuli-free space on the days when her appeals didn't work, or diverting the two very loud, very annoying heroes away from HQ so there was some semblance of peace, John was always grateful for Y/N's empathy.

Chris liked that Y/N could take his teasing and give it back. Her wit was sharp, and her humour was black. Although she didn't always agree with what Peacemaker said, she had a comeback ready every time. It was a delight to argue with her.

Adebayo loved how normal Y/N seemed. John was a hacker, and he acted exactly as you'd think a hacker would act. Harcourt was far too closed off to truly know. There were so many layers of bullshit hiding Peace's real personality that looking past that was tiring sometimes. And Vigilante was... well, Leota had no idea what went on in Adrian's head, and she simply didn't want to know.

Hours before Y/N was kidnapped, Leota had been at her apartment. Keeya had gotten a little angry at her because they were supposed to have gone on a romantic holiday to Paris, but because of Leota's work, they had to push it back. So, Adebayo decided to give her wife some space and sought refuge with her coworker. The pair ordered some pizza, drank some wine, and watched a crappy movie. Their friendship was so beautifully normal that Leota was thankful for the simplicity.

Though he hadn't disclosed it, 20 minutes after Adebayo had left Y/N's apartment that night, another one of the 11th Street Kids showed up.

Now, Adrian was punching his way through half of the criminal underworld for even a smidgen of information about Y/N. The thing was, none of those people seemed to know anything at all. That was until Vigilante came across two bald drug dealers that had tattoos of a simple line drawing of a calendar on the left side of their neck. Bald. ✔️ Tattooed. ✔️ Criminal. ✔️ Based on the criteria he'd been provided, these guys fit so Adrian prepared to fuck these guys up on sight.

The dealers were arguing about something when Vigilante approached. He grabbed one by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, then had the barrel gun pressed against the other man's neck in seconds. "Where is your boss?" Adrian yelled.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Wrong answer," Vigilante said, pulling the trigger and blowing out the man's skull. He then turned the gun on the guy against the wall. "Want to end up like your buddy?"

"No."

"Imma say this one more time: where is your boss?"

"I'll tell you everything," the dealer whined, raising his hands above his head in surrender, and then the criminal vomited a bunch of vital info in one big, long breath.

Vigilante dragged the dealer, who he found out was called Gustin, into HQ and shoved the guy into the centre of the room, pointing his gun at him and ordering, "Tell them what you told me."

The other members of the 11th Street Kids just stared as this unfolded. Did they expect this? No, not exactly. Did they understand why Adrian was treating this random man so harshly? No, they never knew why he did what he did. Was the hope that they finally had a lead more consuming than their shock? Why, yes. Yes, it was.

"This girl you're looking for," Gustin began, looking from person to person. He was met with five annoyed faces. "I know where she is."

"Well, spill it!" Adrian demanded.

Gustin continued, "She's being held in the old warehouse just next to Hurtz Lane. Our boss has her in the basement."

John immediately typed that into Google Maps and found the location. After a minute of searching, he realised that the warehouse was a few hours away from where they were currently located.

Chris lowered Adrian's gun away from the shaking criminal. He didn't even need to see his buddy's face to know that he was tired - the way he was slowly swaying from side to side gave it all away. "Bud, you should nap. I'll keep an eye on this douchewad," he said, pointing to Gustin.

Adrian seemed to consider that for the briefest of moments. Then, as swift as lightning, he pulled one of his knives off his belt and jabbed it in Gustin's direction. "What does your boss want with Y/N? Is she even still alive?" he pressed, eyes boring into Gustin's soul.

"She's alive! She's still alive! He wants somebody special to spend the holiday with."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Valentine's Day!" the man babbled. "It's his favourite."

"Who?"

"Calendar Man!"

Peacemaker let out a groan, muttering, "Fuckin' Calendar Man."

Though Peace had been in Belle Reve with Calendar Man, he had no clue about the extent of his crimes. Harcourt and Economos, on the other hand, weren't as glib. They knew. Harcourt nodded toward the hacker, and John quickly began to whip up a PowerPoint to go over everything because that was the only way that the heroes absorbed information. As much as they made fun of him for it, John knew that this bit of minor labour was beneficial to the mission. They needed to be prepared when it came to Calendar Man.

Gustin proceeded to spill his guts. He told them literally everything they needed to know.

"Cool, you're going to take me and Peace to wherever he's at. If you try to run, I'll stab you in the fucking nuts," Vigilante threatened, resting the blade against Gustin's throat. "We're going in guns blazing, gonna be shooting every motherfucker in sight."

"...Vij, no," Chris sighed.

"Vigilante, there are two of you and, judging by what Gustin has told us, up to fifty of them," Leota countered. They needed a plan. It was sweet how much he wanted to save her, but he would get himself killed in the process.

2 vs. 50? Vigilante thought he could take that. Even if Peacemaker was too much of a pussy to try, he could take that all by himself if he had to.

"Fuck you guys. I'm going by myself."

Chris managed to stop him before he got out of the door, grabbing his wrist and tugging him back so he wouldn't leave. Vigilante tried yanking his arm out of Chris's grip, but his pal didn't let go.

"Dude, think it through," Chris pleaded. "It could turn ugly fast. I hate to sound like such a dick, but having prep time will help. If they expect that you're coming, he'll kill Y/N. You don't want her to get fucked up. I know you don't, bro. Just wait a little."

It made Adrian annoyed that he wanted to tear his friend's throats out, but he knew that would be a dumb move. Y/N was still in danger, and he needed to keep his mind primed and ready. Still, if he killed Gustin, that wouldn't cause all that much trouble. If anything, it would wipe another criminal off the street, which (to Adrian) is always a good thing.

Partly because this guy was loosely related to Y/N going missing and mostly because Adrian had no idea where to focus his anger, the knife was plunged into the criminal's throat. His dying body slumped to the floor, the wound pouring blood, and Vigilante casually stepped over it like he was a puddle rather than a full human being.

"Fine. But if she's dead when we get there, I'm going to kill you."

He wasn't joking, and they knew that. A chill ran down their spines, and though they'd never taken Vigilante seriously before, feeling the seriousness behind those words was terrifying. Without another word, Adrian sat at the desk and waited for the presentation, his foot tapping nervously against the chair leg. He was unnervingly silent. The others stared at the dead guy lying in a pool of his blood, giving each other glances that spoke more than words ever could.

"Julian Gregory Day is a criminal mastermind who is obsessed with dates," Adebayo began. "On New Year's, he used a flamethrower to interrupt the annual Gotham Ball. And our reports say that last Valentine's Day, well, he..."

She trailed off, letting the next slide do the talking for her. The image on the screen was of someone who looked similar to Y/N with deep, dark purple bruises around her neck and jawline. Her mouth hung open while her eyes were staring lifelessly at nothing in particular, and a thin line of red leaked out from her nose, dripping down onto the white sheet that covered the concrete floor below her. Strangely, the woman was dressed impeccably. Her clothes looked brand new, expensive, and perfectly fitted to her body, and her hair was neatly styled around her head like a halo. There was no doubt that she would've been a total knockout when she was alive, but now with her dull skin and sunken features, there was an air of emptiness that surrounded her.

Adebayo noticed as Adrian shielded his eyes from the image, making sure not to look at the woman herself, and the way he shook his head a little after doing so, it was clear that he had caught a glimpse of the picture in question. Shying away from crime scene photos was so out of character - hell, he'd even committed acts way more violent than this - but Leota knew why he reacted the way he did. Everyone did. It was obvious.

There was a reason why he always insisted that he had to pair up with Y/N. There was a reason why he let her use his weapons. And there was a reason why he couldn't look at someone who looked like her in a position like that.

She continued her presentation, bringing up the blueprints of the building Y/N was being kept in and a live feed of the security cameras inside that Economos had hacked his way into. Sitting at a dinner opposite each other was Calendar Man and a shabbily dressed Y/N. Adrian's hand twitched at his side as he watched the interaction unfold in front of him, feeling absolutely helpless. He was so close yet so far from seeing Y/N again. This was torture on more levels than he could fathom. His emotions were running high enough as it was; he just hoped the adrenaline would eventually kick in and numb the pain.

All he could do was remember when he last saw her.

The 11th

Adebayo had just left with what was remaining of the pizza they ordered in a Tupperware in her hand and returned to Keeya for the night, so Y/N started to get ready for bed. Admittedly, it was a little early, but there's nothing wrong with an early night. Some beauty sleep never hurt anyone.

While in the process of changing into her PJs, three soft pings bounced off her bedroom window. She froze, her worn-in and cosy sleep shorts pulled up only to her knees. Another ping. Then another. Then she heard a very familiar whine, immediately dressed herself, and opened the window. Vigilante stood in her garden, clutching his side and making little yelps of pain whenever he moved.

"You can use the front door, y'know?" Y/N whisper-yelled down from her window, watching him as he perked up at her voice and waved at her with a fully crimson hand. "Fuck, that's a lot of blood."

In no time at all, she had him settled onto her couch and peeled away his suit to reveal a fairly large gash across his abdomen. It was gnarly and jagged, and if anyone else had been the recipient of that injury, she would've called an ambulance. Thanks to Adrian's healing factor, she knew he'd survive and be healed as if it had never happened within the next week if it was cared for properly, and Y/N was more than willing to care for him.

"What happened this time?"

Shrugging, he muttered, "This crazy guy on crack totally stabbed me."

"Dead?"

"He is now."

"Good," Y/N smirked. "That'll teach him."

Laying his head back against the arm of the chair, Adrian closed his eyes, trying to relax from the pain that was radiating through his body. Her affirmation of his skills pleased him to no end. He knew that Y/N appreciated his abilities and, despite what others might say, she was one of the few people who understood why he did what he did. It was nice to be understood and acknowledged, especially by her.

They'd been through this dance before - far too many times to count - and Y/N began to clean away all of his blood with one hand and held the other palm up for Adrian to grip onto. He'd never been good with pain and naturally was a loud boy, and those two factors didn't go well together. Mr. Barten next door had left a strongly worded letter under Y/N's door the last time this happened. Her neighbour had gotten the wrong idea about what was going on and had asked if Y/N would stop edging her incredibly loud boyfriend at 3am in the morning. The letter itself was written way more conservatively, but that was the general gist.

And that's why Leota always sedated him before she fixed his injuries.

Far too casually, Y/N asked, "Gag or no gag tonight?" and Adrian's cheeks flushed pink. Obviously, it was to muffle him to not rouse suspicion or any more noise complaints, but there was a sexual way to read her words.

"I'll keep it down."

"You sure?"

With every swipe of the cloth against his blood-soaked abdomen, Adrian felt himself getting hotter. Sweat was already forming on his brow and upper lip as she continued cleaning him, but he didn't dare speak and just nodded and shook his head whenever she asked any more questions, lest he risk arousing suspicion. It wasn't that he liked pain - strangely enough, he wasn't a masochist - no, he just liked watching Y/N focus on him, taking care of him, and it was really quite nice. Holding her hand (more like squeezing, to be honest) was pretty awesome too.

Her lips pressed together in a tight line as she sanitised his wound, and she sighed, "You gotta be more careful, pumpkin. You know I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know," Adrian mumbled, wincing at how tender the wound was compared to the rest of him. "But it's worth it to get to see you."

"You see me every day anyway," Y/N pointed out with a smile.

"Yeah, but everyone else is around. This is just us. I like just us."

"Me too, pumpkin. I like just us too," she cooed back, looking up at him before turning back to his wound.

The silence that stretched between them was comfortable, almost lulling as the seconds ticked by. She casually placed the first aid kit on his chest and searched for the needle to start stitching up his wounds. After a long minute of searching for the right needle - what's harder, a needle in a haystack or the right size needle in a clump of other needles? - she finally found it and gently started fixing him up.

Her fingers worked as she threaded the needle and tied off the suture thread, making quick work of the job, and Adrian was mesmerised by every detail that came into view. In just a matter of minutes, Adrian's wounds had been stitched up and wrapped, and he looked much better than he had when he first arrived. He was still pale, and his eyes were duller than usual, but at least he wasn't losing blood anymore.

"You wanna change into something comfy? Your pants are kinda bloody," Y/N suggested, picking up the first aid kit and putting it back into her drawer. "I have some sweatpants and a hoodie that should fit you somewhere. You could bring a set or two of spare clothes over for next time, if you'd like."

Adrian was touched by her offer. Having clothes at her house? If anyone came to her home, there would be physical proof that he had been there and had been there frequently enough that he had a change of clothes there. That was so thoughtful of her. Not only did she take such good care of him, but she also made the effort to make him feel wanted.

"Yeah, please. If that's chill."

"Of course it's chill. Let me go grab them for you."

The domesticity increased tenfold once they were both in comfy clothes, sitting together on her couch while watching an old episode of Love Island and eating popcorn. It was so natural for them to be here, sitting thigh to thigh, and doing bad impressions of all the accents from the show. They got completely wrapped up in their conversation, giggling like idiots at jokes that weren't even that funny and commenting on all the stupid things that happened on screen.

It was moments like these that made him want to tell her everything that was going through his mind. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life right by her side. How he missed her when she was more than 2 ft away from him. How he desperately wished he could be selfish and kiss her right now. He wanted to tell her how badly he needed her, but he didn't want to ruin the calm that they shared because of it. So instead, he just smiled at her and listened to the sound of her laughter, feeling her warmth radiating through his entire body as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing for Valentine's Day this year?" He impulsively asked after the episode brought up the upcoming holiday.

Y/N's gaze lowered to her lap, a bashful smile spreading across her features like a warm sunbeam breaking through the clouds. She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and replied, "I'll probably eat ice cream alone and play Borderlands till I pass out. What about you?"

Adrian shook his head, chuckling lightly as a blush spread across his face. "Got no plans..." he began, looking away from her and playing with the hem of his shirt. "I dunno, maybe I'll do something similar. If, uh, if you want to, we could eat ice cream alone together. Just you and me, together, on Valentine's Day."

"Yeah?" Y/N grinned widely. "Like a date?"

His head snapped back to face her, his green eyes widening. His heart fluttered nervously in his chest, the blush rising to his ears as he said softly, "If you wanted it to be, then yeah, I guess it's a date. If you...you don't want to though, that's fine too. We can just hang out normally like we usually do, or we could go out for dinner... i-if that's what you want."

She reached forward, cupping his cheek with her gentle, soft hand, and he immediately leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as she caressed his skin. Her thumb stroking along his jawline was driving him insane. He tried to hold himself together, to ignore the fact that he was practically drooling at her touch, but it was proving impossible. Every touch made him melt. He craved the contact more than he'd ever craved anything before, and it scared the hell out of him.

And yet, he found himself unable to pull away. He couldn't help it, not when her eyes shone brightly like stars in the night sky, her cheeks tinted, and a soft smile gracing her mouth.

"Wanna go to the pizza place opposite the Walgreens?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah. I do... do you really want to go with me?"

To answer him, she leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, lingering close enough to feel her breath fanning his skin as she pulled away. Her lips were so soft and warm - he could feel the warmth coming from her lips spreading throughout his whole body - and it was absolutely euphoric. The butterflies in his stomach were threatening to burst out of his ribcage, his smile growing wider the more he stared at her, and the heat in his cheeks never seemed to die down. As they finished the episode, Y/N was cuddled into Adrian's arms with her head tucked under his chin, and he wondered how in the hell he had managed to survive without this, without her, before.

"What are you up to tomorrow?" She let her chin rest on his chest as she peered up at him. "You can stay over?"

"I've got work in the morning, which sucks. I want to stay - believe me, I want to - but my boss is defo gonna fire me if I'm late again, so I better go."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

He thought about it for a second. He hated to ask more of her tonight - she'd fixed a bloody, gaping wound and then literally kissed him - so he decided, "It's okay. I'll walk. I'm on, like, cloud nine or whatever, and a walk will probably calm me down. Right now I'm bouncing off the walls in my brain, and I probably won't be able to sleep if I stay with you cause I'll be so excited. But I'll see you tomorrow?"

Y/N nodded her head. "See ya tomorrow, pumpkin."

She stood and held her hands out for him to hold, tugging him to his feet. Without thinking, he looped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as his jaw rested against her temple. He could hardly keep his eyes open - he must have been tired beyond belief after being stabbed in the guts - but he didn't give a fuck. This moment was perfect, and he wouldn't waste one single second of it, so he took in every little thing about it. Every little detail. He would make sure that memory was burnt into his mind forever. Then he slowly let her go, walking backward and staring at her the whole time until he felt the warmth of her hand slip from his own, and he stopped walking, turning to look at her one last time to say goodbye before he left.

Little did he know that he wouldn't be seeing her tomorrow or the day after that. On the 12th of February, barely an hour after he had left, 4 thugs smashed Y/N's door in when she had finally gotten off to sleep, and in her sleepy state, she hadn't reached her gun in time.

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Sick Little Baby

Story Summary -> Poor Eddie didn't show up to school because he has a bit of a cough and Wayne needs his rest, so his best friend and her puppy are willing to come to his aid.

Tags -> Domestic Fluff, Sick Character, Cutesy, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

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Skipping school was practically Eddie's signature move - his go-to, if you will. He’d done it so often that the members of Hellfire Club barely batted an eyelid when he mysteriously vanished during lunch. Perhaps he was off sealing some shady deal, or maybe he was just blissfully snuggled in his bed back at his trailer, or, let’s be real, maybe he simply didn’t feel like showing up.

But there was one day they could always count on him to be there - Thursdays, the sacred day of their campaign. It was a non-negotiable rule: no Dungeon Master meant no game at all as that was just downright impossible.

Dustin, ever the charming little shit, decided it was high time to check in on their favourite troublemaker. "I’ll call," he proclaimed, but as the idea marinated, he quickly reconsidered. “Actually, you do it,” he whined and thrust a slip of paper with Eddie's number into Y/N's hands like it was a ticking bomb.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Oh, what’s the matter, Henderson? Are you scared Wayne will answer?”

“Yes. He’s terrifying, and he knows you.” Dustin exclaimed, his eyes wide as saucers.

“Terrifying? Come on, Wayne is not scary.” She chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the dramatic antics of the younger boy.

“He is too,” he shot back as if that would somehow bolster his argument.

Dustin huffed, his arms crossed, throwing a challenge her way with his pout. If she continued her teasing, he had the perfect ammunition to retaliate - after all, he had witnessed that embarrassing moment when he caught her doodling Eddie's name in her notebook while Mike took what felt like an eternity to figure out his next move during one of their sessions. Dustin had leverage, and he was not shy about wielding it when the moment called for it.

With a teasing grin, Y/N sidestepped him and snatched up the phone, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Henderson, you are a complete pussy.”

"Yeah, yeah. Just call the damn number."

Y/N took a deep breath and dialled the number, her fingers dancing over the keys like they were playing a lively tune. "Munson residence," came a gruff voice, thick with sleep. It had to be Wayne. Had they disturbed his slumber? Poor guy probably worked the night shift and was running on fumes. The thought made her stomach twist with a pang of guilt.

"Hey, Wayne. It's Y/N," she chirped, trying to keep the mood light.

"Oh hey, youngster." Wayne's voice brightened, and she could practically picture the warm smile that surely graced his face. Honestly, she had no idea why Dustin was so scared of him. The man radiated a laid-back charm that could put anyone at ease, a stark contrast to Eddie's frosty family atmosphere. Sure, Wayne was a bit rough around the edges, but it only added to his character - a man forged by countless night shifts and the pressures of life. He had always treated her with kindness.

She sheepishly twirled the phone cord around her finger, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "Did I wake you? I'm so sorry - "

Wayne's chuckle interrupted her, “I was already awake, kiddo. Eddie’s been coughing all morning long.”

In the background, the unmistakable sounds of Eddie's smoker's cough echoed through the receiver, the harsh notes of it painting a vivid picture of the scene - Eddie huddled under a mountain of blankets, the world outside a distant memory. "Yeah, that idiot boy has come down with a cold or some shit." She could almost hear the eye roll in Wayne's voice as he continued, "He ain't sick enough to quit smoking, though."

Despite the concern that washed over her, Y/N couldn’t help but tease, "Yeah, Ed smokes like a chimney." She tried to ignore Dustin, who was prodding her ribs insistently, a mischievous glint in his eye as he urged her to spill the tea. "Do you need anything? I can always swing by the pharmacy on my way home and grab some stuff."

A hearty laugh erupted from Wayne. "Be my alibi when I strangle him? He’s been keeping me from my beauty sleep," he quipped, a playful bitterness colouring his words, which made Y/N chuckle softly.

"I could always look after him if you want to catch some Z's before your shift tonight. I don't mind, really." The prospect of taking care of Eddie sparked a glimmer of excitement in her. With Hellfire cancelled for the evening, she had to find something to fill her time, and homework? No, thank you. "My parents are on holiday, and my house is eerily quiet. A coughing idiot could liven the place up a bit."

Wayne paused; the line filled with the distant sounds of Eddie's coughs and the rustling of bedsheets, and then after a moment, he finally replied, "I knew you were my favourite of Eddie’s friends for a reason." A smirk came upon his face as he added, "Just don’t kill him."

A grin broke across her face, lighting it up like the summer sun. “I’ll do my best. I’ll swing by and pick him up after school.”

“Okay. Thanks a tonne, kid. I owe you big time.” He replied, his voice bubbling with gratitude. “Talk to ya later, alright?”

“Later, Wayne.”

Once the call ended, she turned her attention to her friend, and what a sight he was. Dustin wore a smirk so smug it could rival the Cheshire Cat, that knowing glimmer in his eye making her roll her own in playful defeat. “Shut up,” she sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind her words; they both erupted into laughter.

“Oh, Eddie. Let me take care of you, my sick little baby,” he teased, his impression of Y/N so awful it was almost a performance art. She playfully thumped his arm and shook her head, a blend of exasperation and delight making her cheeks bloom a rosy pink.

“Shut it,” she chided, but the warmth in her voice said otherwise.

In a comically exaggerated fashion, Dustin turned his back to her, wrapping his arms around himself as he began to mimic smooching sounds, his voice soaring higher. “Mwah, mwah. One day, I’m going to be Mrs. Munson, just you wait. Eddie. Yes, I will marry you. I will bear your fuzzy-headed offspring. Mwah. I just love making out with you so much -”

He was on a roll, completely unaware of her absence until he spun around to find she had already scampered off. The phone line had captured his ridiculous declarations, leaving whoever had walked by to possibly think he was just a boy doing something incredibly peculiar. One girl shot him a look, silent but clear, her expression tinged with a certain judgement.

With Hellfire postponed, Y/N dashed off for Eddie's place the moment the bell rang - well, she made a quick stop at the drugstore first, but Eddie was on her mind - and when she arrived, the older Munson looked every bit as worn out as she anticipated. What was left of his hair was in a wild disarray, sticking up like he had just wrestled a tornado, and dark circles hung beneath his bloodshot eyes like heavy shadows. He sported rumpled clothes that had seen better days, clearly a sign he hadn’t showered yet. And as soon as Wayne spotted her car pulling up, he playfully nudged Eddie out the door with a grin, “There she is, your knight in shining... dungarees.”

Eddie looked just as bad, if not worse. He was bundled in a thick hoodie and sweatpants, with a blanket haphazardly tied around his shoulders like a makeshift cape. Yet, even this cosy ensemble couldn’t stop him from shivering. In a valiant but ultimately futile effort, he had tied his hair into a messy bun that was mostly falling apart, and his nose was a bright shade of red, his expression screaming, ‘Yeah, not my best moment.’

Rolling down her window, she couldn’t help but tease, “Wow, you look like hell.”

“Thanks,” he muttered sarcastically as he climbed into her car, a small smile teasing the corners of his lips as he closed the door. “How would you like it if I said you looked like shit?”

“I said you looked like hell, not shit,” she shot back, her tone light.

“Oh, so I don’t look like shit?” he questioned, a playful glint in his eye.

“Nope. You do.”

Wayne waved a grateful goodbye and retreated back inside the trailer, likely seeking the sweet embrace of sleep he desperately needed.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, glancing at Eddie, who was still cocooned in his blanket, looking every bit the part of a cosy burrito.

He shrugged, leaning forward with a playful tilt, elbows perched on his knees, as he gazed out the window like a weary traveller searching for a glimpse of adventure. “Like crap, actually,” he admitted, his voice still heavy with sleep, before turning back to her with an exaggerated pout that could’ve melted glaciers.

Oh, that pout wasn’t exactly doing him any favours. It made her giggle - a little snicker that was probably a bad idea considering the fierce glare he shot in her direction - but honestly, it didn’t bother her nearly as much as it should have. It was downright adorable, especially when they finally reached her house, and Eddie shuffled toward her front porch like a toddler, clutching his blanket as if it were a trusty sidekick against the Arctic chill. In that moment, his grumpiness was more endearing than serious, and she couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as she flung open the door, a whirlwind of fur came barreling down the stairs, a puppy racing toward them in a blur of excitement. She crouched down, letting the little furball sniff her hand before scooping him up into her arms. “I missed you too, Chewie,” she declared with a laugh as the mini Briard showered her cheek with enthusiastic licks. Y/N chuckled, scratching behind his floppy ears, and cradled him close as they ventured into her cosy haven.

Eddie, however, made a dramatic beeline for the couch, flopping down with a theatrical sigh, wrapping his blanket tightly around himself like a cocoon. He buried his face into the throw pillow, surrendering to silence, except for the occasional cough that escaped him. “You okay?” she asked, gently placing Chewie on the couch beside him. Eddie merely nodded, pulling his blanket even tighter, like a protective shield. “You hungry? Thirsty? Got a headache?”

“Yep, yes...and yes.” He rubbed at his temples, glancing her way with those big brown puppy-dog eyes that made her heart do cartwheels. Even without the actual words spilling from his lips, she could feel his silent plea of ‘Please?’

Without a second thought, she sprang into action to gather what he needed. “Go cuddle up to Eds. He needs it, bud,” she urged Chewie, who seemed to understand her perfectly, and the dog was instantly bounding over to Eddie as if he were a little guardian of comfort.

A few moments later, Y/N returned, triumphantly carrying painkillers and a water bottle, only to find Eddie deep in conversation with the puppy about absolutely nothing in particular.

Eddie eyed them with faux suspicion. “Cyanide?”

“Belladonna,” she quipped, grinning.

With an exaggerated groan, he extended his hands to accept the items from her and downed them like a champion, returning the empty bottle with a satisfied huff. She held up her hand triumphantly—two out of the three checks complete. But one crucial task remained.

“Food, please,” he whined, pouting just like he had in the car.

She dashed off to the kitchen as she went to warm up some soup. It might not have been a culinary masterpiece fit for a five-star restaurant, but it was quick and simple—a cosy hug in a bowl. The aromatic waft that filled the air was enough to elicit an adorably goofy grin from Eddie when she brought it to him, as if she had just served him the finest feast in the universe. In that blissful moment, all the worries of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them basking in the comforting warmth of home.

Once the bowl was safely in his grasp, she settled in beside him, propping her feet up on the coffee table with a satisfied sigh. At first, he gave her a strange look, as if she had just sprouted a second head, but once she asked, "What? Do you want me to feed you too?"

With a cheeky grin, she snatched the spoon from his hand and teased, "Here comes the aeroplane for the little baby boy," her voice taking on an exaggerated tone that could make anyone chuckle. Now, she never would have expected him to actually open his mouth and let her feed him, but there it was. The joyful face he made while she did it made her realise, "You love being coddled, don't you?"

His small nod confirmed it, though he looked about as sheepish as a child caught with its hands in the cookie jar. He glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and mischief, and she merely shrugged, continuing to spoon-feed him. The silence that enveloped them was blissfully comfortable, broken only by the occasional slurp or a light-hearted cough that made them chuckle together.

As she placed the spoon back in the now-empty bowl, she suddenly felt a gentle tug at the side of her shirt. Looking down, she spotted Chewie, who had snuck in and was now cosily sprawled out beside them, resting his chin on Eddie's knee. A warm smile crept across her face as she lovingly scratched behind his ears, eliciting a happy wag of his tail.

"Thank you," Eddie eventually said, joining in on the ear-scratching. She nodded absentmindedly in acknowledgement, setting the bowl down on the coffee table before stretching out on the couch next to him. Just as she was about to close her eyes, he broke the serenity with his heartfelt words. "For taking care of me. And Wayne, I guess."

"It's nothing. You're my best friend, Eddie, and you know I'd do anything for you," she replied, her voice low and sincere, yet buoyant with warmth. There was something about hearing those words that made Eddie feel lighter, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She didn’t say it often, but when she did, it rang with more meaning than a thousand other affirmations ever could.

To her, Eddie was family. A fierce loyalty and protective love wrapped around her heart for him. He was a wild mix of annoyance, stubbornness, and a bit of childlike wonder, but that was what made him so endearing. She loved him dearly, and caring for him felt as natural as breathing.

Speaking of her loveable crew, it was time for Chewie's dinner. "I know you're comfy, but do you want your food? Dinner time?" She called to the eager pup, her voice slightly higher, infused with excitement. Watching as his tail wagged in a frenzy, ready for his meal, she couldn’t help but giggle. "Let's go then. Lead the way."

Chewie bounded off to the kitchen with uncontainable energy, his tiny legs a blur. He was such a little guy, but his enthusiasm was boundless. He darted across the kitchen floor, barking joyously as he made a beeline for his food bowl, practically vibrating with impatience as he waited for her to prepare his meal. Her heart swelled with affection as she realised that her dog and her best friend shared so many similarities.

"Hey, hey buddy, slow down," she teased lightly, watching as Chewie practically inhaled his dinner. "Jesus fucking Christ. Breathe a little, babe."

Returning to the sofa, Y/N felt Eddie lean against her shoulder the moment she settled in, his contented sigh enveloping her in a warm cocoon of familiarity and affection. Time seemed to pause as they lingered in that embrace, Eddie snuggling closer, melting into the comfort of her presence as if she were a soft, reassuring blanket that shielded him from the chaos of the world. Y/N's fingers instinctively found their way to his wild mane of hair, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she gently tugged at the scraggly elastic band he had used as a makeshift hair tie. With tender care, she began to untangle the messy strands, laughter bubbling between them like a sweet melody.

It was a simple moment, but it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their own little universe. She could hear his quiet intake of breath as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the soothing sensation of her fingers weaving through his hair, combing out the tangles and transforming his chaotic locks into something almost presentable. The gentle rhythm of her touch was hypnotic, and he found himself wishing it would last forever.

Soon, his hair was tangle-free, and with a playful grin, she decided to plait it for him, her movements fluid and graceful. Chewie returned and contentedly settled himself on Y/N's lap as she worked. With each passing moment, the bond between them deepened. She finished the braid and took one of her hairbands from her wrist, twirling the hair into a bun and securing it with a tie, her fingers brushing against his skin in a way that sent delightful shivers down his spine.

"There we go. You’re so pretty," she cooed in his direction, her voice dripping with affection. The satisfied hum that escaped his lips was music to her ears, and the smile that lit up his face made her heart flutter. Now that his hair was styled, she suggested, "How about we watch a video?"

Y/N already had a movie in mind—one she knew would perfectly align with Eddie's quirky tastes. Repo Man, a beautifully weird film about cars and extraterrestrials, was just the ticket, especially since her dad had rented it right before her parents went on holiday and it had to be returned soon.

As she sprawled out on the couch, lying back against the cushions, Chewie decided to awkwardly slot himself in the gap between her shoulder and the back cushion, falling asleep almost instantly. However, Y/N was taken aback when Eddie crawled on top of her, resting his head against her chest, a blissful expression plastered on his face. "Your boobs are comfy," he whispered playfully, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

She rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him closely, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. He sighed contentedly, resting his cheek against her upper chest, watching the film in peace. Minutes passed, and he couldn't help but revel in the feeling of being with her - how safe, how cherished, and how utterly happy he felt.

Slowly, he lifted his head and turned towards her with a questioning gaze, his heart racing in anticipation. Y/N smiled warmly, raising an eyebrow and waiting for whatever stupid comment he might share. Then he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry if you get sick too now."

Her hand came up, brushing away a stray strand of hair from his eye, and she murmured softly, "It's okay, big guy. If I get sick, you'll have to take care of me." His heart swelled at her words, and a soft chuckle slipped past his lips. "I promise I'll be half as whiny as you."

The moment felt charged, and he found himself unable to hold back. "That's okay. You could be twice as whiny, and I would still love you."

The blush that crept onto Y/N's cheeks illuminated the space between them, and when she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, murmuring, "I love you too," he knew he hadn't imagined the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

At first, he had mistaken that feeling for the side effects of being under the weather, but no, this was different; this was pure bliss. Pure joy. This was love, unfurling gently like petals in spring.

Settling back down, he gave her collarbone a light peck, lost in the comfort of her warmth. Soon, he drifted off into a serene slumber, completely oblivious to the world around him. He didn't notice the way the corners of her lips curled upwards as she glanced down at him, her heart swelling with affection at the sight of his peaceful expression, knowing that these moments were precious.

Chewie was the first to wake, his tiny paws padding across the soft fabric of the couch as he stood and wandered over Eddie's back. Despite the fact that the puppy barely weighed anything, Eddie stirred at the gentle pressure, groaning as he opened his eyes to find Chewie standing over him with an expectant look. Eddie tried to stay nestled against Y/N, but he knew he had to shift so she could get out from under him. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he shifted awkwardly, failing to see how entertained she was as she watched him struggle to lift himself out of grogginess.

With a gentle kiss to his temple, a silent apology lingering in the air, Y/N slid out of the cosy groove they’d created on the couch. She scooped up her feisty little pup just before he could unleash a series of enthusiastic yaps that would shatter the peace. Chewie was set down, and off he dashed, zooming around the room in wild pursuit of his favourite chew toy, a little bundle of energy that could brighten anyone’s day.

Y/N glanced back at Eddie, and she couldn’t help but melt. There he was, adorably tousled with bleary eyes struggling to stay open, looking like he’d just rolled out of a dream. The sleepy blush dusting his cheeks added to his charm as he yawned and stretched, the blanket slipping off his shoulders like a forgotten shawl.

His shirt had hiked up a bit, revealing a tantalising sliver of bare stomach, and for just a moment, she found herself completely mesmerised. Eddie caught her admiration and arched a brow playfully, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “What’s up?” he asked, his tone light and playful.

Y/N shook herself from her daze, cheeks warming as she tried to divert her gaze. “Oh, nothing. Just, um... nothing,” she stammered, the words tumbling out in a fluster.

“You don’t sound very convincing,” he quipped, his fingers lacing around her hand, sending sparks of warmth racing up her arm.

Despite her best efforts to fight it, a blush crept onto Y/N's cheeks, and she quickly realised she was battling a losing game. Maybe it was time to surrender and let her cheeks flush naturally. "You look really cute right now," she admitted shyly, her heart fluttering as the heat radiated from her face like the first rays of morning sunshine.

Eddie's grin widened, revealing his adorable dimples, his eyes sparkling with mischief and delight that felt like the sweetest kind of magic. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” he remarked casually, his gaze appreciatively tracing over her as she bent down to toss Chewie’s toy across the room. The sight of her, all playful and carefree, sent warmth blossoming in his chest, chasing away the remnants of sleep that still clung to him like a stubborn shadow. Even though he felt a bit under the weather, watching her was like a dose of sunshine that brightened his spirit.

“So,” Y/N began softly, her voice tender like a soft lullaby after launching the toy into the next room, giving them a moment of peace, “How are you feeling now? Do you want anything?”

Chewie strutted back, triumphantly dropping his toy at Eddie's feet, his tail wagging like a tiny flag of victory, all too proud of his fetch prowess.

“Well...” Eddie mused, scratching the back of his neck in that adorably awkward way that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “My head is still pounding a bit, and my throat feels like sandpaper, but hey, I’m not dizzy anymore.”

Moments later, she returned with a tall glass of cold water, sunlight glistening on the droplets as if it were a little sparkling treasure. She felt her breath catch at the grateful smile that spread across his face - infectious and warm - and it lit up his features like the brightest star in the night sky.

“How did the Hellfire boys take it?”

“Like champs,” she replied, brushing a stray hair from his cheek and tucking it gently behind his ear, her fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Mike was a bit grumpy, but when is that boy ever in a good mood? Gareth, Jeff, and Nate were their usual gracious selves. Lucas had basketball practice anyway.”

“And Henderson?” Eddie enquired, a smirk spreading across his face, the corner of his mouth lifting mischievously.

“Dustin was too busy having a blast making fun of us. Well, mostly me, but you were the reason.”

“Me?” Eddie feigned disbelief, laughter bubbling up in his chest, his voice rich and melodic. “I wasn’t even there.”

“Nope, but it was still your fault,” she teased, giving his arm a light smack, her expression animated as if to say that he was the entire reason for her playful antics. “If you weren’t so... you, I wouldn’t be the target of all this.”

Earlier, they had exchanged those sweet, vulnerable ‘I love you’s’. They are words that could be perceived as platonic in some lights, but the way they felt in this moment was undeniably more intimate, like a secret meant just for them. This wasn’t platonic. He knew that now.

“You like me,” Eddie stated matter-of-factly, his big brown eyes locking onto hers, full of sincerity and playful challenge, as if he was just waiting for her confirmation.

For a heartbeat, she simply stared, her heart racing like a wild drum. Then, leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her hand cradling his face tenderly, warmth flooding between them in a wave that swept all thoughts away. It was just a fleeting, sweet kiss, yet it conveyed everything they needed to say - an unspoken promise of affection and connection.

“I’m definitely going to catch your cold now,” she teased, pulling back with a playful pout, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Swapping saliva? Yeah, you're skipping school tomorrow,” he joked, his voice muffled as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, a warm sensation enveloping them both.

A shiver of delight ran through her at the tickling sensation, a giggle escaping her lips as he playfully nipped at her skin. “Shut up,” she laughed, attempting to push him away, but he just chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

Together they snuggled into the couch, enveloped in a blissful cocoon of warmth and comfort that seemed to stretch on forever, like a moment frozen in time. "Can we just stay here and never move?" he murmured, his voice soft and dreamy.

"Yeah, for as long as you want," she replied, knowing in her heart that what she said wasn't exactly true. Chewie would need to go up the garden soon, but the sentiment was there, wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Eddie squeezed her slightly, enjoying the closeness, as they lay there basking in each other's presence. Eventually, he felt himself begin to nod off once more, and it didn't take much persuading before he surrendered to sleep, cuddled tightly against Y/N, her sweet scent enveloping him in an ethereal warmth that allowed him to drift off quickly.

"Achoo!" He woke up with a start, bursting into laughter at the sound of her sneeze. She glared at him playfully, and it only made him laugh even more. "I hate you," she muttered, burying his face back in her chest, wrapping her arms around him protectively.

"Nah, you love me," he countered, his words muffled by her shirt but dripping with playful confidence.

Rolling her eyes, she replied teasingly, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." His response was still muffled, but she could catch something along the lines of 'You know you love it' with a dopey grin plastered on his face. In that moment, there was no denying it. She couldn't even try, because deep down, every teasing word felt like a soft confession—one that was only meant for them to share in this cosy little world they had built together.

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Damsel

Story Summary -> Vigilante notices a girl and her not-so-nice boyfriend arguing, and just as the hero is about to reprimand the bad boyfriend, she does something unexpected. When she finds him a week later, they come to learn that they mesh together quite well. Will that chemistry remain when she knows who's under the visor?

Tags -> Unhealthy Relationships, Break Up, Canon-Typical Violence, Secret Identity, Idiots in Love, First Meetings, Coffee Date

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It was rare that the damsels Vigilante saved stuck around for much of a conversation. He'd kill the guy harassing them, the criminal's blood would splat on their pretty faces, and they'd run away in terror from the very sight of him. He'd get the occasional quiet, "Thank you," or the very loud, "Why the fuck did you kill him? You fucking weirdo!" but nothing more than that. Yeah, it sucked. He was used to it, though.

Maybe it was the suit. Adrian thought he had an approachable face, and his mask was hiding that. It wasn't as if he could risk taking his mask off - that would be so stupid - because anyone other than the 11th Street Kids knowing his identity was out of the question.

Then he came across a couple having an argument one night. That wasn't out of the blue: couples have arguments every day. Yet, they don't always happen at 12pm in the dingy alleyway between a shitty bar and a tattoo shop that had awful reviews - apparently, their infection rate was almost 80%. How they were still in business, he'd never know - and although the alley tended to be a hive of delinquency, there didn't seem to be any dealings going down. This wasn't a good place to hang out. Vigilante patrolled in this area for a reason.

The girlfriend was far too beautiful to be in this part of town. She was dressed up nice, far too nice, and had pretty nails and make-up as if she'd tried really hard to look her best for this date. The man, on the other hand, looked as if he was still wearing his work clothes. Even from where he was hiding behind the dumpster, Adrian couldn't help but notice how defeated she seemed. If she'd been livelier, maybe he would've enjoyed watching the whole thing go down. He could've treated it like he was watching one of those trashy reality shows, but, y'know, it was actual reality.

The girl was tired. So tired that she didn't care enough to raise her voice. She wasn't hysterical. There were no tears. No passion. Just a sad smile and an even sorrier, "I can't do this any more."

"Do what, babe?" The boyfriend replied, taking a drag of his cigarette, only to blow the smoke directly in her face. She let out a long-suffering sigh, waved it away, and stepped out of his breathing range.

"It's our anniversary, Charlie."

He scoffed, "I know that. Why the fuck do you think I brought you here?"

"I didn't expect to go to a perfect, like, fancy spot, but we could've gone to a restaurant, or maybe somewhere where your shoes don't stick to the floor because of how gross it is," the girl said, rubbing circles into her temples with her fingers in order to ease the headache that was forming.

Adrian had only been in a few short-term relationships during his life. They never lasted long enough to reach an anniversary. But he knew that this bar was a poor choice of venue. It was cheap, seedy, filled with lowlifes, and, well, it smelt. Really bad. Boy, if Adrian was in the guy's position and had the chance to celebrate with a beautiful girl, he would've taken her to the new pizza place that opened a few doors down from Fennel Fields. It wasn't fancy, but there were candles and comfy booths and lots of flowers, and the food tasted fantastic. Every time he passed it, Adrian thought, 'That would be a nice spot to go on a date,' and that thought was immediately followed by the deprecating, 'Like, I could get a date.'

"I like this bar," Charlie defended himself. He flicked his cigarette to the ground. "Stomp it out for me, Y/N?"

Y/N looked down at her nice new shoes. She'd bought them specifically for tonight, and yeah, they were expensive and probably a bit impractical, but she wanted to make an effort. She agreed reluctantly and squished the butt underneath her shoe, but that was it. Y/N had never been a person who cared too much about appearances, whether about herself or those around her, and she knew that her shoe could be cleaned. In this moment, in the here and now, Y/N felt as if it mattered more than anything.

"Can we go home?" she urged, her voice so small and fragile that Charlie barely heard her at first.

"I thought you wanted to fucking enjoy yourself, honey," Charlie responded, his expression hardening. "Do you think I wanted to do this tonight? My buddies said they were going to the range tonight, but I'm here. With you."

"Okay, Charlie." She wiped a hand down her face, smudging her eyeliner a bit. "Next time your buddies ask you to go to the range, you should go with them."

"Cool, thanks," Charlie grinned wolfishly, flashing a row of perfectly straight teeth. He didn't understand why she was being so chill about this whole thing, but he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

Her hands rubbed up and down her bare biceps in order to warm herself up a bit. "Yeah, it's not as if you'll have a girlfriend to hold you back from doing whatever you want from now on," she announced confidently. She was determined, despite her fear, because she knew that her life would be so much worse without Charlie in it.

Life as a single woman would be filled with freedom. No more arguments or screaming matches. No more being disappointed when Charlie chose his friends, his job, the Knicks game, and everything over her.

"Babe, knock it off," Charlie warned her.

It was at this part that Adrian knew what kind of guy Charlie was because just as Y/N was about to put some distance between them, he swiped his hand out and clamped his hand around her wrist, yanking her harshly towards him. "Ow. Let go, Charlie." She tried struggling free, but he held her tighter, keeping her firmly in place.

In an instant, Vigilante was revealing himself to step in. There was no way this situation could get any worse, right? If Vigilante stepped in now, the boyfriend would run away, and she'd be free of him from this moment on. "The lady wants to leave," Vigilante interrupted in a way so cheesy that the couple stopped in place instantly and stared at him.

The arrival of this new person didn't cause Charlie to loosen his grip; quite the contrary. Y/N let out a pained whimper, and she was sure she'd have a red splotch on her skin when this was all over. "I think you might be hurting her, dude," Vigilante pointed out, taking a step closer to the pair, making Charlie tense up in anticipation of a fight. "You gonna let go, or do I have to make you let go?"

Charlie glared at the masked hero. "Fuck off," he growled. "She's my girl, 'dude.' I can do whatever I want with her."

Before Vigilante could say anything else, a punch happened. Y/N reared back and used her free hand to pummelled her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend now - right on his nose. He recoiled with a howl of pain, then cradled his reddened nose, looking ready to attack again.

"What the hell was that for?!"

Adrian was in love. He'd always been a sucker for a woman who was prepared to literally fight for herself. It was badass! She was a badass! She was so incredibly brave, fighting for herself instead of giving in.

With a grunt, Charlie lunged for Y/N, but Vigilante wedged himself between them before he got the chance. "Woah, woah, dude, cool your shit!" He pushed the guy away and stood protectively in front of Y/N. Vigilante, ever so gently, pulled her behind him like he was her personal bodyguard.

"It's probably best if you leave now, bud," Vigilante said, glancing down at Charlie, "Cause if you lay a hand on her again, I will force you to eat your own fingers."

That seemed to scare Charlie off a bit, since he took a step back. He glared at Vigilante for a second, thinking over how many bones the maniac would break if he tried one more time to grab his girlfriend and pull her away, before he realised that was a terrible idea. He scowled and muttered something under his breath, then turned to Y/N with a sneer. "We are going to talk about this tomorrow, Y/N."

"I will drop your stuff off on your doorstep tomorrow, but that's it."

"But-"

Vigilante unclipped his gun from his belt and waved it at Charlie. "I'm gonna shoot you in the ass in 3...2...."

Without hesitation, Charlie bolted down the street. Once he rounded the corner, Vigilante giggled, "The safety is on, fuckin' idiot!" to himself and placed the gun back on his belt.

Y/N didn't move from where she was standing. She stayed frozen in her spot until, all of a sudden, her throat released a joyous cheer; her eyes were bright and shiny, and she jumped up and down. She couldn't contain her excitement.

"Thank you!"

"Me? You're the one who sucker-punched him! You were just like, POW!" He mimicked her punch, and even though she couldn't see his face, she could tell that he had a wide grin. "Ooh, that had to hurt!"

She laughed, feeling so, so giddy, and she wrapped her arms around his torso to give him a big hug, causing him to stumble slightly, but he caught his balance. He didn't know what to do. What do you do when a random pretty girl throws herself at you? In Adrian's case, just stand there awkwardly as she hugs you. It wasn't exactly an experience he was well versed in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump on you like that," she apologised, her cheeks burning. She pulled away from him and stepped backward.

"No, no, it's okay," he insisted, trying to sound as confident as possible. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh... are you, y'know, good? Like, that was super cool and all, but does your fist hurt?"

"A little," she admitted, rubbing the knuckles of her right hand, which were beginning to swell. "It was kind of cool of me, wasn't it?"

"It was epic, Y/N!" He cheered. "Just super hot!"

Y/N laughed again, though this time it was far more flustered. She tried her hardest not to react in any way to his comment, but there was a prominent blush on her cheeks, which told a different story. And it only got worse when he continued to compliment her.

"I mean, this dress is, like, perfect on you, and then you took a swing at him and..." He made a horny groan. "I gotta stop before I pop a boner."

He was expecting repulsion or disgust, but instead Y/N cackled. She had a great laugh. It was warm and bubbly, and she didn't seem to shy away from how lively it was.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that last part out loud," Adrian murmured as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh, I, uh, wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw him grab you and..."

He glanced down at her wrist to find that a red mark was already forming, so Adrian gently reached for her hand and brushed his gloved thumb across the sensitive skin there. "This is going to bruise. You got any Arnica at home?" he asked, concern colouring his tone.

"Probably, yeah. I bet there's a tube somewhere in my apartment."

"It sucks. Everyone knows you don't bruise pretty girls." He tipped his head just a little bit as if he was thinking. "Unless they ask and you have spoken about boundaries and consent and degrees of impact play beforehand."

Honestly, Y/N didn't know how to respond. He'd said it so casually, almost as if he hadn't complimented her, then proceeded to talk about safe, rough sex like he was talking about the weather. He continued to stroke his thumb across the veins in the middle of her wrist, and while she appreciated the gesture, she also didn't think it was fair to Charlie to indulge in this other man literally five minutes after their argument.

"I should... I should go," Y/N muttered quietly after a moment. Vigilante nodded, reluctantly letting go of her. "Thank you, again. Thank you for cheering me up. I needed it."

"Anytime."

He smiled softly, his gaze dropping to the ground momentarily before meeting hers once again. He gave her a nod and watched as Y/N started walking away, trying her best to ignore the overwhelming desire to get to know the funny guy in the hot superhero suit. Just before she was out of sight, she turned back around to give him a little wave, which he returned without hesitation. He waved his arm from side to side rather than his hand like a child. It made her laugh once again, and that was entirely his objective.

"She was so hot, oh my god," Adrian mumbled to himself. "Focus on patrol, dude. Gotta get my mind off that fuckin' babe."

To shake away the thoughts, he literally shook his whole body. He twisted and turned and swung his arms around as if he was performing a weird dance routine. After a few moments, he stopped moving and just stood still to see if it had worked.

He bet Y/N would've found his little jiggle funny.

"Shit."

Nope. The thought of her was still firmly planted in his mind. She was stuck there, and a part of him never wanted her to leave. It certainly didn't help that he came across her in the exact same alley a week later. She wasn't in date attire this time, just a nice t-shirt and skirt, but still was a knockout.

Clearly, two drunk guys also thought so too, as she was politely trying to decline their advances despite their persistent attempts to convince her to go on a date. They both seemed oblivious to her disinterest in their proposition and kept pressing her further, making her increasingly uncomfortable. "Come on, baby, let me show you a good time!" The first one cooed, reaching out to touch her cheek. She flinched away and attempted to move out of his reach. "Aw, c'mon, why you gotta be such a prude?!"

As Y/N went to reply, she noticed a familiar red visor walking up behind the two men. Vigilante was the reason why she was here. She'd intended to thank him for giving her the confidence to officially break up with her douchebag boyfriend and offer to buy him the most expensive cocktail that the bar sold. But as they often do, a man - or in this case, two men - had to go and try to ruin a woman's night.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"There we go, sweetheart, there's that smile you were missing," the other of the pair purred.

"Look behind you," she whispered with glee.

The two of them whipped their heads around, only to immediately lose all semblance of coherent thought when they caught sight of Vigilante. Their eyes bugged out, and they began stumbling backward, trying desperately to get away from the hero.

"Heeeeeey, Vigilante, we were just talkin' to our girl and-"

"Oh, you were just talking?"

"Uh, yep."

Vigilante narrowed his eyes. The two guys looked scared shitless now and even though the red visor obscured his dark expression, his gaze, plus his posture and body language, gave him a dangerous aura. He slowly walked closer to them, and they scrambled to try to run away. The playfulness of his usual demeanour returned for a moment to ask Y/N, "Want me to beat them up?"

"Honestly, yeah. They're dicks."

"Fuckin' sick."

In an instant, Vigilante took the lid off the nearest bin and chucked it at the legs of the fleeing men, sending them sprawling onto the concrete floor with a cry of pain. Vigilante didn't waste a second before stalking towards them and focusing on the one who'd creepily stroked Y/N's face - who he called Creep #1 in his head - and kicking him in the stomach so the guy let out a whimper.

Creep #2 attempted to crawl away, but he didn't get very far. Vigilante grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him off the ground. The man stared up at him with fear in his eyes and started spouting gibberish, begging for forgiveness. Vigilante ignored him and lifted him right off the ground before slamming him against the wall. "Personally, I think you should apologise to the pretty lady. What do you think, Y/N? Do you want an apology?"

"I'd love an apology."

"You heard the lady," Vigilante urged, "Apologise."

Pathetically, the guy babbled out a few words, none of them understandable, before finally settling on the fact that he was sorry. With that being said, he started sobbing like an infant, begging for mercy and for someone else to save him. The sound of his pleas did nothing to deter Vigilante, however, and he simply dragged Creep #1 beside his buddy and held a gun to his head. "Your turn," Adrian hissed menacingly, pointing the barrel into Creep #1's temple.

Thanks to their previous meeting, Y/N knew that he hadn't clicked the safety off and knew that he was just threatening them like he'd done to her ex-boyfriend. She could indulge in the power of having Vigilante as a guard dog without having to worry that he was actually going to blow their brains out. Well, he could. With one little click, he could make this situation very messy.

Maybe it would be best if she cut this short in order to prevent that from happening.

"If you promise to leave women who you don't know alone, I'll let you run away now," Y/N offered, and they were nodding frantically.

They didn't need to be told twice and rushed to mumble out apologies before running away and disappearing down the opposite end of the alley.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/N."

"I was looking for you."

This was unheard of. Nobody ever sought him out. Usually, it was the other way around.

"You were looking for me? Like, really?"

"Really."

He swung his arms back and forth like a child who couldn't sit still as the excitement bubbled up inside him. The possibility that she'd had one thought - even one that was fleeting and negative - about him was huge news. Their time together, no matter how short it had been, had left an imprint on her brain.

"I just wanted to, um, buy you a beer or cocktail or a smoothie or a coffee. Whatever you want, actually."

"What about a hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, I'll get you a hot chocolate. I don't know if there's a coffee shop open at this time, but we can look."

So, the search began. She began to walk out of the alley in search of a cafe, and he hurried after her, trying not to make a fool of himself by tripping over his own because he couldn't stop staring at her ass. Did he stumble after every other step? Yes, yes he did. Adrian caught up with her eventually. She'd been talking to him about something, probably guesstimating how far they'd have to walk, and thanks to the mask, she had no idea that his brain was switching between 'wow, she has a great ass' and 'stop being a fucking pervert.'.

Soon, a glowing Starbucks logo could be seen in the glowing distance, and, luckily, it was in the safer part of town that she'd parked in. Y/N guided him towards her vehicle.

"Why are you buying me hot chocolate?"

Y/N nonchalantly shrugged and kept her eyes on the street ahead of her. "To say thanks for saving me from an awful relationship... and just then, I guess, so double thanks."

"Oh." He was so relieved that she couldn't see the dopey expression on his face or the pink across his cheeks and nose. "Double you're welcome, then."

The pair decided that it would be best if they used the drive-through. The wanted serial murderer Vigilante couldn't walk into a Starbucks without someone calling the cops on him. That wouldn't have gone down well at all. Besides, it was nice for them to continue their alone time.

While Y/N ordered and interacted with the bored teen at the drive-through window, Vigilante ducked down into the footwell in the hopes he couldn't be seen. "Who's that guy?" The college kid at the window asked as they pointed towards the lump of Kevlar in the passenger's seat.

Furrowing her brows as if she was confused by the question, Y/N smirked, "What guy?" and drove away before any further investigation could be conducted, leaving the poor kid to wonder whether he was seeing things.

They parked up in a nearby lot and just sat there, talking, both taking sips of their hot chocolates as they spoke. It was a bit weird to watch an adult man push a straw up his superhero mask in order to consume a whipped cream-topped drink, but Y/N had to admit that he was quite cute while doing so. And even when their drinks had completely depleted, they continued talking. Adrian had completely forgotten that he was supposed to be on patrol, but as much as he tried, he was unable to focus properly on anything else when Y/N was sitting next to him with that beautiful smile of hers.

"How does your mask work?" Y/N enquired, and there was a hint of something in her voice that Adrian couldn't quite place in the moment, but he would come to understand in a minute or two.

"It's a pull-on."

"Yeah?" She leaned across the gearstick, her fingers drifting from the centre of his chest up to the hemline of his mask. She hesitated a moment before her forefinger delved underneath the fabric. "Is it a full-on/full-off kind of thing? Or can you, y'know, roll it up to here?"

With her other hand, she poked at the area between the top of his lip and nose.

"It can roll," Adrian said in almost a whisper. His heart was beating hard and fast.

Why wasn't he doing anything? She was one tug away from revealing his identity, and he just sat there, completely frozen. He watched as she lifted the bottom of his mask and rolled it up enough to reveal his mouth, which was parted slightly in surprise. Did he have any idea what she was doing and why he was letting her do this? No, not a clue. Did he just accept whatever it was she'd planned, assuming that would respect his boundaries despite the fact that they didn't really know each other?

Luckily, what she wanted to do was exactly the same as what he wanted to do.

"Vigilante?"

"Hmmm...?"

He'd often been told that he was dumb, but right here in this moment, he was so glad that there was nothing in his brain. He couldn't form a coherent sentence, so he didn't even try. He willingly let her tilt his chin and didn't even try to hide the way his breath hitched because of that.

"I don't have a boyfriend anymore. I'm completely single and want to thank you for saving me. So...?"

"Oh!"

Now, he understood. His lips were on hers immediately, and he kissed her with everything he had in him. His hands moved to cup her cheeks, fingers ghosting along the contour of her face until they met her hair and tangled themselves in her strands, holding her to him like a lifeline.

"You taste like hot chocolate," he mumbled against her mouth as he pulled away, causing her smile to stretch wider than she thought possible.

"So do you."

She smiled coyly, her voice barely above a murmur, before she leaned back in again. They kissed again. And again. Each time growing more heated than the last.

"C'mere," he whined as he moved his arm around her hips, gently tugging her across the console and onto his lap. She brought her legs up on either side of him, allowing herself to press against his chest and her hands gripping onto the fabric of his suit.

With every passing second and each smack of their lips, the desire that was beginning to build up in Adrian grew stronger. His suit was great for battle, but thanks to his mask and gloves, his touch sensitivity was severely lacking, so he broke apart for as long as it took to bite his gloves off. As soon as they were removed, he couldn't stop the way his palms had drifted from where they started just above her knee up to her thigh, the edge of her skirt brushing against his bare hand, and up and up and up until he had a handful of her ass.

"Fuck," Adrian muttered as he felt her panties under his thumb. He couldn't think of a better word to describe the sensation. It was overwhelming. Exhilarating. And so, so sexy.

It was 'Fuck.'

"Fuck," she echoed. The word was breathless, a little husky, and filled with longing and need. She had to pull away. Her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling in excitement as they looked at each other with lustful eyes. "Do you wanna, - I can't believe I'm going to ask this like we're horny teenagers - wanna get in the backseat?"

Vigilante stared at her for what seemed to be forever as he processed what she'd said. A smirk found its way onto his lips, making his dimples appear. "You mean, like, fuckin'? Right?" he felt the need to confirm, just to make sure.

He'd read situations like this wrong before, and he didn't want to fuck this up. She nodded and laughed a short, breathy laugh, and suddenly, he was laughing too.

"Awesome, I'd be honoured to fuck you."

Though her car wasn't the biggest, she was climbing past the gap between the front seats. For a few brief seconds, her ass was directly beside his head, and, yeah, Adrian wasn't going to pass up a chance to spank her. "Hey!" She exclaimed, though there wasn't a hint of anger in her tone or annoyance on her features.

Instead, Y/N sat in the backseat and beckoned Vigilante to follow her with a seductive finger curl. Obviously, he complied and was crawling his way into the back of the vehicle for some debauchery. The car got all steamed up from all their heavy breathing and general sweatiness combined. It wasn't the most comfortable they'd ever been, to say the least, but they were still incredibly satisfied when all was said and done.

Y/N flopped her forehead onto Vig's shoulder pad as she caught her breath, her heart rate slowly coming back down to normal after their physical activity.

"I really liked fucking you," he said bluntly, "Like, seriously, that was amazing. Fuckin' fantastic."

"I really liked being fucked by you."

She did an extremely unattractive snort, but that didn't deter him from tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek. Their faces were inches apart, and he could see all of her freckles and each little detail of her facial features. He wanted to memorise every single one of them, no matter how fleeting these moments might turn out to be.

Vigilante placed a soft, gentle kiss on the side of her head and put a hand behind her neck to massage it gently, making her sigh blissfully and relax more into his embrace. "We should go soon. I think this parking lot closes at 12," he commented. Y/N looked up at the visor still covering his gaze, her eyes going all doe-ish, and hummed in agreement.

Yeah, she wanted to stay in this moment for as long as she was allowed to, but she'd definitely be fined, and her car would be stuck in the lot until the morning.

"I have an apartment," she added.

"Oh, cool. So do I."

"Let me rephrase that. I have an apartment with a big, comfy bed that I wouldn't mind - " Y/N paused to brush her thumb along his bottom lip. " - sharing with you."

"...Wha? Are you being for real? Am I dreaming?"

This was going so well that there was a high probability that it was a fantasy. Maybe if Adrian closed his eyes hard enough, he'd wake up to find himself lying in bed at home with a wet patch on the sheets. But they proceeded to repeat the debauchery as soon as they stepped within the threshold of her apartment, and then they repeated it again and again. And again the next day. And the day after that too. And quickly, a routine began.

Every night, Vigilante would: 1) carry out his patrol, 2) make his way to her apartment, and 3) then tug the bottom half of his mask up as he knocked on her front door. He would be bringing her into a snog the second she was revealed to him.

They didn't always fuck - though it was more often than not - but often found themselves chatting away instead, laughing or telling stories, and sometimes even just kissing. It was as if they were a couple, except for the fact she had no idea who he was.

But she would. Life has a way of making things happen, no matter how unexpected or unwanted the thing may have been. Was it Y/N's choice to go to Fennel Fields for a family dinner? No, that was her father's fault. He'd heard that the mozzarella sticks were pretty tasty, and that was enough to sway her ol' pa.

Throughout the dinner, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She had no idea whether it was malicious voyeurism or maybe she just had something in her teeth. Either way, she could feel eyes burning a hole through her skull. She glanced around for a clue of what was going on or who it might be, but there was no sign of anything amiss.

"You okay, honey?" Y/N's mother whispered, noticing how distracted she had been. It wasn't that unusual for Y/N to zone out during family dinners, especially when her brother's stories got super boring, which they often did.

"Hmmm...? Yes, yeah, I'm okay." Her eyes scanned the restaurant once more. Still nothing. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

On her way to the ladies, Y/N noticed a certain busboy with serial killer specs that seemed somewhat familiar to her. A customer asked him a question, and he tilted his head to the side and looked upwards as if he was searching his brain for what to say. Weird. Vigilante did that too.

It had been hard to notice at first. The visor hid most of his facial mannerisms, but she always had a particular fondness for his eyes. Honestly, it may have been a coincidence. People are allowed to share mannerisms. A lot of people talk with their hands, but that simple commonality doesn't mean the individuals are alike in any way.

So, she let it slide and went to the bathroom just as she said she would.

It was unfortunate for Adrian that the layout of the restaurant meant that to get to the kitchen, you'd have to pass by the entrance to the bathrooms. He'd been attempting to avoid Y/N as soon as he saw her arrive. That became impossible to do as the pair bumped into each other when he walked directly in front of the bathroom door as she was exiting it.

If he didn't have super quick reflexes, they both would have been wiped out. He managed to regain his footing and grabbed hold of her elbows to steady her and stopped Y/N from tumbling backward. His eyes widened as soon as he realised who was before him, and he quickly let go of her arms as soon as he registered who she was.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry. Did I-"

Same mannerisms, same voice, and now that he was up close, she could see that the bottom half of his face was similar to. She hovered her palm over the top portion of his face, and yeah, things made sense now. This random busboy was Vigilante. There was no way she could've mistaken him.

She cooed, "Hey, baby."

Every single particle of Adrian's being wanted to soften, but he kept his mouth in a frown. Sure, the corners of his lips kept twitching upwards, but he was trying.

"D-do, do I k-know you?" He stammered, though he was very unconvincing.

The cat was out of the bag, and there wasn't any way it could be stuffed back in. Not when she titled his name badge so she could read what it said.

"I'll see you later, Adrian. Leave this uniform on for me. There's no need to dress up, okay?"

With those words, she gave him a peck on the cheek and returned to her family dinner without giving him the chance to protest. Adrian stared after her for what felt like hours before his manager yelled at him to get back to work.

Working after that was hard. His mind was elsewhere. It was running through all the scenarios that could go wrong because of this interaction. All of them ended terribly. And all of them ensured that his work performance had plummeted dramatically. So dramatically, in fact, that his boss thought he'd come down with some fast-acting disease and sent him home early.

Adrian was at Y/N's apartment half an hour before she got home. He'd debated with himself about picking her lock multiple times but ultimately decided against it since he was dressed as himself and one of her neighbours had greeted him as they passed.

"Fancy seeing you here, Vig." She whispered his name teasingly and smiled at him as she opened the door for him.

"Uh... hi," he murmured, unsure of what else he should say. He cleared his throat and tried for a nonchalant, "...Can I come in?"

"You usually just walk in these days," she responded, closing the door behind him and crossing her arms across her chest.

"Well... um..." He scratched the back of his head nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "I wanted to see you. And, uh, for you to... see me. I totally understand if you're not into it now that the mystery is gone, but-"

He was cut off as Y/N pulled him closer by his collar, placing her hands on either side of his face and pressing her lips against his own. Adrian's eyes closed as he reciprocated the kiss, slowly leaning his body closer and closer towards hers.

"I imagined what you looked like so many times."

"I'm sorry. You probably were expecting -"

Once again, he was interrupted by Y/N snogging the hell out of him. "You're better than what I expected, so pretty," she breathed between kisses. Adrian ran his fingers through her hair and held her firmly against him. Their tongues entwined together, sending sparks of electricity throughout their bodies.

It took 0.0000002 seconds for him to come to a decision on how to proceed. His shirt was whipped off and thrown somewhere else before his lips pressed against hers and pinned her to the nearest wall.

"Promise to keep my secret?"

"What secret?"

"...The Vigilante thing."

"Yeah, I know. I was doing the... forget it. I promise not to tell anyone about your alter ego, Vee."

Y/N giggled when she felt Adrian's nose gently bump hers. Gently, she took his hand and led him towards her bedroom. She'd done that so many times before, yet this was the first instance where she got to witness the lovesick look on his face.

From here on out, she would continue to see that look since it had never left his face when she was around. And if he happened to have his visor on, she knew what was hidden underneath and how dopey of a smile he'd have.

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Human Radiator

Story Summary -> It's chilly in Wabang, so Rhett is immediately at the beck and call of his girlfriend because she's cold and needs a little cowboy loving to make her feel better.

Tags -> Snow Day, Hand Jobs, Established Relationship, Menstruation, Short & Sweet, Domestic Fluff, Male Simp

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As winter in Wabang progressed, the days got substantially shorter and the temperature monumentally dipped. The nights were fucking freezing, and even with the heating on, the town's inhabitants were in deep need of a warm duvet and fluffy socks for the slightest bit of comfort.

"Rhett! Oh loverboy, your girlfriend is on the phone," Cecilia called out to her son, her sing-song voice ringing through the Abbott household.

He groaned, although he would be lying if he said he was annoyed or anything. He was a loverboy. In every sense he was. Y/N could bring a smile to his face on his most tiring and worn days, a sparkle to his eyes on his most boring days, and a laugh when things seemed bleak or hopeless. Cecilia passed the phone over as soon as Rhett arrived with a knowing smirk.

Rhett held the receiver up to his ear and put on a gruff and manly voice to greet, "Hey baby...whatcha wearin?" and was swiftly slapped on the arm by his mother. He winced dramatically, despite the fact that it hadn't hurt all that much.

"Why don't you come over and find out?" Y/N flirted back, a grin audible in her voice. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger already. It always gave her such joy to watch him fall so hard because she was in the exact same position herself.

After Maria had left high and dry, it seemed like all was lost. Until Y/N came along and he was like, 'Oh, everything can be okay again'. She had turned his 'but' to a 'can' and that was all he could ask her for. Now here they were, a couple of months down the line and totally head over heels for each other.

"Gonna need some convincing," he chuckled, with absolutely no bite to his words.

He was fully convinced already, but still loved teasing her about this. He could picture her face perfectly in his mind, pouting at him through her eyelashes, her tongue poking out between her lips while she bit at them lightly in concentration. A look that usually got him to give in to whatever she wanted.

"I'm cold and need a human radiator." It was snowing heavily outside and the temperature had fallen well below zero, so he knew that was true. Then she added, "And I miss you."

A grin overtook his face; he couldn't help it. Still, he teased, "You saw me last night."

"You don't miss me too, baby?" she said playfully.

Even though he'd gotten used to hearing her use pet names, sometimes it did make him weak in the knees, and his heart rate skyrocketed. Her voice, low and husky with want, sent chills down his spine, making him think that the air in his room might freeze over from how frigid it suddenly felt.

"Never said that, Darlin." He heard her chuckle into the receiver. "Gimme twenty minutes, and I'll be at your door." And with that, he hung up.

As soon as he put the landline down, Rhett looked over at his mother, who was watching him with an expression of amusement. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but she merely smirked in response.

Cecilia was the first person in the Abbott household that had noticed the positive changes in Rhett's behaviour as soon as Y/N came onto the scene and was happy to see them. Of course, Rhett tried to hide those small hints of happiness under his rough exterior, but his mother could see through it. Easily. As far as she was concerned, he was the perfect gentleman around Y/N, and that's all she needed to know.

"Yvette in the florist has a good deal on camellias, by the way," Cecilia pointed out and hoped that Rhett got the hint. It took him a second, but he understood.

Twenty-five minutes late, Rhett was knocking on his girlfriend's door with a bunch of flowers hidden behind his back. She opened the door with a smile and a faux annoyed, "You're five minutes late, Abbott."

He feigned hurt and replied with a fake pout. "Okay, I'll go back home then. I'll take my ass and the gift I got you right back to my own bed. Goodnight, Y/N," he joked with a wink before heading back the way he'd come. She caught his arm and tugged him inside. There was no resistance on his part; he allowed himself to be dragged into her apartment until he was pressed flush against her front, her breath hitting his cheek, and the door closed behind them. He quickly hung his hat on a hook.

"Hi," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," he replied, his hand resting firmly on her waist, his thumb rubbing circles on the soft fabric of her sides as he tilted his head to kiss her softly on the mouth. His fingers gripped the back of her sweater slightly tighter as he deepened the kiss, their mouths moving in practiced synchronicity with one another's. He felt her grip his hair, her nails digging in just slightly, eliciting a moan from his throat and the sound of pleasure being muffled by her skin against his.

Breaking apart for air, they rested their foreheads together. Rhett gazed deeply into her eyes as their breathing calmed down, both of them unable to stop grinning like fools. "Now that's what I call a welcome back kiss," he joked in a raspy voice, gently nudging his nose into hers. She giggled and shook her head, the corner of her lips quirking up at how cute he was.

"Are you gonna give me those flowers or carry on squishing them behind your back?"

"How'd you know these are for you, huh?" He brought the flowers in front of him to hover under her nose. "They could be for Ms. Tatum next door, for all you know."

"You got a thing for old ladies now?"

Rhett snorted, his hand sliding over the small of her back and squidging her closer to him. Their height difference worked in his favour at that moment, as it often did, and he smugly smirked down at her.

Y/N simply rolled her eyes and reached up to peck him on the lips once more, slyly taking the bouquet he held from his hand to hold up for better viewing while he was distracted. "Mmmm, not bad, not bad, Mr. Abbott," Y/N hummed as she took in the beauty of the camellias. They were gorgeous, all pink and pretty with delicate petals that curled ever so slightly at the ends, and she immediately pulled away to find the vase she always used whenever he got her flowers.

Once they were sufficiently placed in water and moved to the centre of her coffee table so she could brag to all of her friends that came to visit, 'Oh, these? My boyfriend - you know, the one who seems so gruff and somewhat grumpy at times? - he very frequently buys me flowers because, and I quote, he says, "Pretty things deserve to be surrounded by other pretty things," so yes, I love my cowboy very much.'

When she turned back around to find Rhett leaning casually against her countertop, watching her with amused eyes, she blushed furiously and happily glared, causing him to laugh aloud. "What are you looking at?" she said, trying to keep annoyance in her voice but failing miserably due to the huge smile plastered across her face.

"Am I not allowed to look at my girl? Is that a crime? Am I not allowed to stare at my pretty girl?" he asked, raising his hands defensively and taking an exaggerated step backward, as if to emphasise his point.

She couldn't resist pulling him toward her once more and planting several kisses all along his jaw and cheek and neck and anywhere she could reach. Y/N giggled as she peppered them everywhere, sending shivers throughout his entire body and a light flush to spread on his cheeks and ears as he grinned from ear to ear and nuzzled into the crook of her neck when he could.

"You eaten?" She mumbled after a while and rested her cheek on top of his hair, closing her eyes as she inhaled the smell that only belonged to him - fresh, woodsy, slightly spicy, and warm all at once. She felt him shake his head against her shoulder. "Lemme make you something, baby."

Without waiting for a response, she gave him a quick forehead kiss and moved to her fridge. "Leftover lasagna sound good?" she called over her shoulder, bringing it out as soon as she heard his hum of agreement and the distinct sounds of him shuffling closer to her.

As soon as he reached her, his arms were around her waist and his chin on her shoulder, watching as she reheated his food for him. "You're too good to me, Darlin."

"I would argue that you're too good to me, and I'm just trying to repay the favour." Her hand came up to card through his hair absentmindedly, and her lips curled upwards. "You need to let me spoil you once and a while."

A smile crept across his face at that, and she continued, "Need to take care of my pretty boy."

Every time she called him that, he became a mess of emotions, his chest growing warm and his heart racing. His eyes fell shut briefly as he leaned further into her touch, the smell of her perfume invading his senses, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't fair, he thought to himself.

How unfair was it that her scent could still affect him this way? That her touch still made his heart ache and his blood run hotter than it normally would when she was so close to him? But he wasn't going to deny what had happened. He had gone too far to stop himself from falling for her, and he wasn't about to start denying the feelings that he harboured anymore.

"Love you, baby," he admitted sheepishly, almost shyly into the fabric of his shoulder. The tone in which he had said the words was different somehow. More vulnerable and raw; far too desperate in its honesty for his liking.

"Ah, so we're saying it while we're awake now?"

"I knew you weren't asleep! You little shit!"

She giggled loudly in his ear as he tickled her sides playfully, making her head fall backwards and accidently bump into his chin. Quickly turning around to cradle the point of impact, Y/N kissed the bump and then wrapped her arms around his neck as she looked straight into his eyes, searching his for any traces of doubt.

When she was assured that he was fully committed, she leaned forward and captured his lips again, a soft and tender kiss between lovers, mumbling against his mouth, "Love you too, handsome."

It was hard for Rhett to pull away once the food was ready, but he was starving. The compromise was that Y/N had to sit on his lap as he ate, her fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and humming along to the radio. Once he swallowed a large bite of pasta down and wiped his mouth, he turned to look at her expectantly, a soft look etched on his features.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

His expression softened even further. "Again?" he prompted. "Please?" She smiled and nodded, repeating the sweet declaration to him again and again throughout his meal, making sure he got every last word memorised by heart.

And when he was finished, she rose gracefully from the table, picked his plate up, and carried it over to the sink, placing them in the dishwasher with a flourish before coming back to urge, "You just gonna sit there or are you gonna follow me to bed?" she asked, twirling around on her heel and holding her hand out to him.

He moved so fast to follow behind her, catching up with her and lifting her into his arms as she giggled. They soon reached her room, where he laid her on the bed, his body hovering above hers for a moment before she pulled him into a tight hug, her face tucked into his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a long while, both of them content to just hold each other, basking in the warmth of their bodies and the duvet wrapped around them. The silence was only broken by occasional whimpers and groans as they moved against one another slowly, languidly, teasing one another and savouring the closeness without breaking the comfortable cocoon they created.

"Do you want to watch a movie or anything?" she finally asked him, breaking the quietness surrounding them and sliding her hands under his shirt to brush her hand up and down his spine lazily.

"Whatever you want, Darlin."

He sounded out of it and completely lovesick, as if he were intoxicated by her touch or the way her voice made him feel warm inside, and sighed into her neck when she started to trace random patterns into his skin with her nails with the one hand and searching through Netflix with the other. Rhett watched the way her eyes scanned the options, her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth slightly in concentration, and her brow furrowed in confusion every so often until suddenly, a bright grin lit up her face as she found what she was looking for.

"17 Again?"

"Yup."

Because she'd picked such a good film, he shifted onto his side so he could watch too, propping his head up with one arm as his free hand trailed lazily up Y/N's stomach. The movie had barely begun when the woman beside him shifted closer and snaked one of her legs over his thighs and tugged lightly on his shirt, her hand moving underneath to press against his bare skin, her thumb rubbing circles on his hip bone.

A quarter of the way through, she had to get up from the bathroom, and he made a big stink about it. He was grumbling and whining for her entire pee break, only removing the pout from his face when she returned to their previous position and snuggled back it.

"Thank god, I was getting cold, doll."

Then, as they reached the midway point, she placed an (at first) innocent kiss on his neck and only spiced it up when he let out a groan, his head dropping back against the pillows. He could hardly focus on the film as Y/N nibbled softly at the skin on the exposed part of his throat, his breathing increasing as her hand moved lower and lower until they dipped beneath his underwear.

Yet she didn't take his cock into her hand. No, she teased the area's surrounding it with featherlight touches. "God, baby, please," he groaned quietly as she worked the sensitive flesh, his head rolling back and forth involuntarily.

A low giggle escaped his lips as she pressed a kiss on his cheek and repeated, "Please, what?"

"Oh doll, don't ask stupid questions," he said breathlessly, unable to hold himself back as she dragged her lips to his pulse point and sucked gently on it, smiling wickedly when he squirmed and bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. "Touch me, baby."

She complied immediately, sliding her hand slowly and deliberately down the length of his shaft before wrapping her fingers around him completely and squeezing tightly, causing a muffled groan to escape his lips and him arching up into her touch with a strangled whimper. The sound only encouraged her to go faster and harder, his head dropping back and his eyelids fluttering closed.

"Feel good, pretty boy?" She whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine, her breath caressing his heated skin deliciously.

Rhett wanted to reply to her, but instead, he moaned incoherently when she circled her thumb over his tip. He gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles were almost white and his whole body felt tense, his mind filled with nothing more than her touch and the pleasurable sensation coursing through every nerve. His breath grew more ragged and uneven, his whole body taut with restrained desire, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to hold back his release.

When she felt the first surge course through his body, she cooed, "Come on, handsome. Let go."

As he released, his body jerked violently, the sudden release leaving him gasping for air and the tension ebbing away from his frame as it did so. Y/N grinned wickedly as he rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling heavily as he gasped and caught his breath.

"Good boy, baby."

Rhett glanced at her with hooded eyes as she brushed her fingers soothingly through his hair. "How do you do that to me?" He breathed in disbelief, staring at her forlornly as though she were the sun shining from the heavens.

"Do what, gorgeous?"

"Turn me into your bitch."

While that statement was true, she laughed brightly at his choice of words before raising her hand to her lips to lick the remnants of him from her skin, causing him to groan and squeeze at her thigh in frustration. She was doing exactly what he needed - taking care of him, loving him unconditionally - and she was doing it whilst looking so goddamned sexy. And it wasn't fair! It was all his fault that he wasn't in control of his own body when she did that, not that he ever really wanted to be in control, because it made him happy just being able to watch her do whatever the hell she pleased.

Yet when he tried to repay the favour, she stopped his hand. "I'm okay, baby," she told him with a smile, pushing his hand off of her thigh and resting it atop her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, sighing deeply as she focused her attention back onto the movie.

"What's up with you?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to catch her gaze.

"Time of the month."

At that, his eyebrows shot upwards. She chuckled softly and shook her head, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"What? Why didn't you say? I could've gotten aspirin. Could've gotten chocolate. Hot water bottle. A bunch of shit to make you feel better. Are you in pain? Need anything?"

Admittedly, she was in a little pain, but the comfort between them was already more than enough to calm her down. "Rhett, my love, I am fine." Her fingers danced gently along his jawline and across his cheek as she continued to talk. "Besides, you've been working hard today too, remember? You deserve some time to yourself, darling."

"Are you sure? If you need something, I can go get it."

Eyes softening, she cupped his cheek tenderly, watching the small creases form between his brows with a frown as concern settled into them. "Baby, all I need is a few tampons and my big, strong Teddy bear of a boyfriend. I've got both of those, so I'm more than okay." His worried expression melted when she smiled, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Just relax, sweetheart. Watch Zac Efron be charming with me."

So, he did. He followed her wishes. He pulled her back onto his chest, holding her close and letting his cheek drop down to rest on her hair, placing a peck on it every now and again until she fell asleep curled up against his body. As always, they fell fast asleep like that, curled up together, their arms and legs tangling as they slept peacefully in each other's embrace. And unlike the many inhabitants of Wabang that were single, they were perfectly warm and snug.

Plus, they would stay that way for longer than either imagined, as when Rhett woke up early the next morning to get ready for another day on the ranch, he very quickly found himself snowed in. There was no way he was passing up this opportunity to spend the entire day as Y/N's human radiator and certified pillow for the rest of the snowstorm.

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Joyride

Story Summary -> There are three things Jake loves to do at work. None of which are work. One: eating. Two: flirting with his girlfriend. Three: annoying Kevin. At first, he only thought he'd only get to do two of those three options.

Tags -> Smut, Arcades, Car Sex kinda, Semi-Public Sex, Gym Sex, Idiots in Love

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There's only so many times Jake can run those simulations without getting mind-numbingly bored. It's the same tracks over and over again. He knows them like the back of his hand; he's sure of it. Well, it's his job to be sure of it.

Taking a break would be great for him. He could get some food, maybe some of those healthy kettle chips that Catherine brought in (he wouldn't admit to anyone, especially Kevin, but he actually quite likes them), maybe he'd wander over and flirt with his girlfriend while she was helping fix the car with Chuck and Amir, maybe he'd go and annoy Kevin by telling him how he'd gotten his head stuck in the bannister of the stairs at his house earlier this week.

Yeah. He should do that. He should take some time to himself.

First up, the chips. That was easy. He walked up and grabbed some without anyone noticing. If anyone asked, he'd claim he'd intended to reach for the BBQ ones but 'accidentally' picked these up and opened them without realising. And, shit, now they're open. He can't waste food now. What would the children in Africa think? Exactly. That's why he has to finish the bag. Not because he likes them, but because he's a good person who loves the environment and the people who inhabit it. He's a humanitarian, if you think about it.

Next up was Y/N. She had to be around here somewhere. Jake confidently walked up to the car and suavely asked, "How is it you still look beautiful with a car on top of you?"

"Boy, I am not your girlfriend," Chuck warned back. Fuck. Of course. He should've noticed that Y/N doesn't have that big of feet. Oops.

Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, Jake cleared his throat then added, "Uh, do you know where Y/N is?"

"Having her daily girl talk with Catherine."

Great, just great. Sure, his girlfriend being buddies with his boss was helpful. Y/N often aided when he got in Catherine's bad books, which was all of the time. However, it always felt like Y/N was conferring with the enemy. Strangely, Jake thought he'd be more comfortable with his girlfriend talking to Blaney or any number of his actual competitors rather than their boss.

That totally wasn't true; he was incredibly protective on race days and made sure the other racers knew for a fact that Y/N was his girlfriend, and his only girlfriend at that. He'd make a big show of snogging the hell out of her before he got into the car and after. The message was clear to anyone around the track.

Still, he'd have to move on to step three: annoy Kevin. He just started out with small talk in the beginning, nothing too in-depth. Then he'd say, "Did I tell you where I got my head stuck this week?"

"If you say Y/N's thighs again, I'm going to replace you with Jessie."

"No. Well, yeah, always," he replied with a chuckle. Kevin looked exasperated, so Jake continued, "Have you seen the first episode of Modern Family?"

"Years ago, yeah."

"So, Luke, the little boy, got his head stuck in the bannister, and I thought, 'He's a kid, that's why. I'm an adult; I could definitely get my head back out.' You'll never guess that I-"

"Go back. You saw a fictional child do something stupid and your first thought was, 'I'm going to do it too?' "

Shrugging nonchalantly, Jake clarified, "Pretty much, yeah."

"Honestly, sometimes I have no idea how Y/N puts up with you."

"Other than my sparkly eyes and charming smile - her words, not mine, by the way - it's probably because I spend most of my time between her -"

Covering his ears childishly, Kevin ordered, "Get out before I fire you."

While Jake was busy with Kevin, Y/N had walked back to the car, only to get told that her 'dumbass of a boyfriend' was looking for her, so she walked into the gym, expecting to find him in there. Nope. Nowhere in sight. Yet he had left one of his hats on the seat of the simulator. He'd probably want that. She made her way over and picked it up, placing it on her head for safekeeping. Safekeeping and the fact Jake always got that goofy big grin whenever she would wear his clothes. That grin that made her feel all warm inside.

As she was about to walk away, the simulator made a noise that attracted her attention towards it. It wouldn't hurt to have one go, right? She'd always been curious. After a quick glance that Jessie or Kevin weren't around, she sat in the driver's seat and began playing. Being a mechanic meant that she was pretty good with cars, nowhere near as good at driving as Jake, of course, but was better than the average Joe. And it wasn't rocket science; it was just pedals and wheels, and she knew how to do that.

Jake opened the gym door to see his girlfriend in his hat in his driver's seat. That man could've exploded on the spot. He quickly shut and locked the door behind him, made his way behind her as she drove, and placed his arms around the back of the seat, watching her as she went through the course. She made a few mistakes, but she was having a blast.

'Hey, baby."

"Shhh... focus."

She did as he said and continued the simulation, trying her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen, which was hard because she could hear his deepening breaths close to her ear. The scent of his cologne surrounded her, making her want to bury her face in his neck and inhale deeply.

"Jakey, is this turning you on?"

"Uh-huh," he groaned. Jake was in his own world, lost in his fantasy of Y/N, which actually was a reality. So he had a big grin on his face and an erection.

When her race was over and the time popped up on the screen, he cheered, "That's only 5 seconds more than Jessie; you're almost a pro, babe."

She flirted, "Learnt it by watching you, hot wheels," and tilted her head so he'd peck her on the lips. But he didn't.

Instead, he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and instructed her to, "Take your trousers off."

What did her little submissive Jake Martin just say to her? Y/N took her time before slowly standing up, unbuttoning her trousers, and shimming them to the ground as she watched as he sat down in the driver's seat. Oh, she knew what was about to happen.

She flashed back to a couple of weeks back when they had gone to an arcade for one of their dates. It had been really sweet. Jake had tried his hardest to win a large stuffed penguin for her, but because the games are rigged, they ended up with a mid-sized sloth (which she thought was even cuter but he wasn't having it).

They’d been happily sharing some overpriced dirty fries when he noticed the racing game, yet only one of the machines was operational. Still, he wanted a go.

"Babe, sit on my lap, and we'll both be able to play."

Did she have any reason to decline? No. Why not? If it made him happy, she'd do it.

"I'll do the pedals and gears. You steer. Good?"

"Great."

Things went great. That was until she moved slightly, shifting a little in her seat, and heard him deeply exhale. Then she felt him poke into her, and she quietly enquired, "Are you hard right now?"

"Rock."

Just that would've been enough. It was unfortunate that at that exact moment, a fan recognised the famous Jake Martin and asked for a picture with him.Jake accepted, of course. And so that her boyfriend’s indiscretion wasn’t photographed and shown to the public, Y/N took off her cardigan and handed it to him so he could hide himself behind it, and she held her hand over her mouth as she laughed at him.

"Did you lock the door?"

Nodding, he reached for her hips and pulled her to sit on his thighs, her back to his front. He pulled his joggers and underwear down, then shifted her backwards so she could feel him against her entrance as his hand slipped down the front of her underwear, flicking his index finger against her clit, making her jump.

"Got to be quiet," he warned. "You're so wet, baby.”

And she felt even better when he removed his fingers, pushed her panties to the side, and guided her onto his cock. She let out a low, lustful moan as he entered her, and his hand immediately clasped over her mouth.

"Hold onto the wheel."

She did as he said and gripped onto the steering wheel before them. Y/N cried out his name into his hand while he fucked her with long, hard strokes. It was a good thing that she had something to help steady herself because he began to pick up the pace, pushing her hips down onto his like a madman. The friction was incredible, every nerve ending firing her closer and closer orgasm.

Breaking her mouth free, she breathlessly asked, "What the fuck, dude?"

"Did you just dude-zone me while I'm fucking you?"

"Yeah, I gue- ...Oh fuck, Jake," she whispered, taking one of her hands off the wheel and bringing in to the back of his head to intertwine it with his hair. He pounded up into her harder as she did this, and she loved it. The feeling of his hair tickling her palm and his hands gripping her hips for dear life caused her to push his head closer to hers so she could smush her lips against his.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby," he grunted into her mouth, his hand moving back down to play with her to ensure she finished on his cock before he came inside of her. The pressure was building, and he needed to release. "Cum for me.”

Loving his voice as he said that, she nodded vigorously and did, releasing his hair and arching her back as she came hard for him, her body shaking on top of him so he had to restrain her hips. Jake's orgasm was so intense he nearly blacked out. It was one of the most powerful he'd ever felt.

Y/N smiled and patted his thigh; her breath still staggered. "Good job, stud."

A few minutes later, they were fully clothed and pretending that nothing happened.

The door had been unlocked, and Jessie walked in. "Hey, Y/N. Y/N's boyfriend," she greeted, suspicious but not catching on to anything. "Mind if I use the simulator?"

Smugly smiling, Jake responded, "Be my guest."

Y/N didn't even try to hide her smile as she pecked him on the lips (which got a disgusted groan from Jessie - luckily, she had no idea what just happened on the chair she was sitting on) and got back to work.

"What did Jake want?" Amir asked when she arrived back.

"He wanted to talk about going to the arcade."

Conversation topics like that were easy to claim that Jake had tried to talk to her about. Mostly because he had talked to her about it. Many times. Both at home and at work. Their colleagues didn't need to know in depth how much he actually likes the arcade.

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Talkative

Story Summary -> Mike Wheeler had no idea why Y/N was allowed to be in Hellfire. She just took up all the time he could've been using to talk about, you know, what he wanted to. Maybe she was let in because of Eddie's very obvious soft spot for her? Or maybe it's because the other members genuinely like her? Who knows, but one thing is for sure: her not talking to him drives Eddie insane.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mike had heard it before. So many times, in fact. Literally so many. Y/N had been yapping away about how excited she was for the next Hellfire session for ages - well, since the last one. He had lost count of how many times he'd had to block her out. It was just over and over again. Word after word. Nothing but endless monologues of how cool she thought the direction Eddie was taking the campaign in was.

Or she'd talk about whatever movie she'd just seen. Or something interesting she'd read in an article. It seemed as if she'd just talk about whatever was on her mind, and if the other person showed enthusiasm or interest, they'd make it a full-blown conversation. (You know how two-way interactions tend to go.) And he had been left wondering why the hell Eddie even bothered to let her into the party. She was insufferable.

Nobody else seemed to mind it. It's just that Mike seemed to be under the impression that Y/N was talking up valuable speaking time. Speaking time that he could've been using to talk about El or Will or how weird it was that Lucas couldn't hang out after school today because he had basketball practice. Or...you get the gist. Anyone else could and should be speaking about what he wanted to hear, not whatever fucking dribble Y/N was spouting.

The current 'dribble' was Y/N excitedly gushing to Dustin about the upcoming Billy Joel album that was supposed to come out sometime in July. Mike sat quietly, resting his elbows on the lunch table, flicking between half listening to Y/N and dramatically eye-rolling at Gareth, who was paying the younger boy very little attention.

Billy Joel wasn't something that the members of Corroded Coffin were interested in, but Y/N and Dustin liked him so they'd be courteous. Plus, seeing the two geek out about music was nice. Yet, as most know, Mike isn't overly courteous. For some reason, he felt the need to keep interrupting it. That need only grew with every interruption.

"Jesus, Y/N, do you ever pause for breath?" Mike asked, half laughing and half irritated. "I don't think you've taken a break in the past twenty minutes."

Y/N let out a nervous laugh and immediately apologised in a quiet voice, "Sorry, guys. How were your weekends?" as she deflected the conversation onto them now and swallowed the new sense of shame that Mike had stirred up. Immediately, Mike jumped at the chance to talk about what El had told him in one of her letters. Now this was a topic he liked. This was a worthwhile topic.

That little snide comment never would've made it out of Wheeler's mouth if Eddie had been there. He was currently preoccupied with a drug deal, so anything was free game. Munson had a tendency to let Y/N drone on and on because of that tiny (actually huge and obvious) crush he had on her. All members of Hellfire knew of their leader's infatuation with little Miss Chatterbox, well, except Y/N. It was so plain for everyone else to see. He'd listen so intently, always resting his head on his hand as he gazed at her with longing. He'd ask her endless questions about whatever, even if he had no idea what she was on about.

Any chance to get her to speak more, he took. So when he arrived midway through lunch and greeted, "Hey, Lady Folksworth," and she didn't immediately respond with 'Just Alais is fine,' he knew something was up. It was something she always said. In and out of game. Lady Folksworth, her highborn ranger, hated being called Lady Folksworth. Y/N just gave him a small wave and continued with her food, listening and encouragingly nodding every now and again, but not another sound from her was heard.

Weird. That was weird.

From that moment on, Eddie noticed how little Y/N had said for the rest of the day. Maybe she was on an off day. Tomorrow would be fine. She'd be back to normal tomorrow.

Tomorrow was a smidge louder. Y/N seemed to engage in the conversation at lunch. Then Mike rolled his eyes at something she said.

Apologetically, she asked, "Sorry, did I speak over you, Wheeler?"

"Not the first time. Don't worry, Y/N. We're used to it."

Somehow he managed to play it off as if it were a friendly jab, but they both knew he meant it. Y/N laughed it off originally. She soon decided to shut up once more.

Mike managed to do that every day that week. He'd make some offhanded comment about how talkative she was, essentially shaming her into silence and switching so he could be the one who was talking. And she let him. Why not? He was just a kid. A kid who clearly needs attention. Just give it to him, and he'll start being nice to her. Right?

Wrong. The next session was when Y/N gave up trying to reel back her natural mouthy-ness by becoming a borderline mute at lunch.

Eddie had let the party into the Hellfire room early so they could come up with a battle strategy. Y/N had been a little late and heard from the other side of the door as Mike exclaimed to the other members, "...and honestly, sometimes I wish I could cast an eternal silence on Y/N so she'd just let someone else get a word in for once and..."

She stood in the doorway, just listening in for a moment. It was technically eavesdropping, but still, she was supposed to already be in the room, and she wasn't. If anything, it was Mike's fault for talking about someone he knew was going to arrive soon. From the little window, she saw as the other boys unpacked their bags and sat down, mostly paying Mike's little ramble no attention, which was comforting.

Yet he continued, "She's probably talking the ears off some unlucky guy that has to hear her drone on and on about... about whatever it is she talks about. I don't even listen anymore. Cause, it's like, is it interesting? No. Do we care? No. Not at all. Would this party be better without her?" He paused. "Who's to say?"

Better off without her? The boys wanted the session to just be that, the boys. That's fine. She'd let them do that. It's not as if Hellfire was the best part of her week or anything. Y/N turned and walked away, making a beeline towards the car park. She didn't want to listen to any more, which also meant that she didn't hear as the other boys disagreed with what Mike said.

Dustin actually smacked Mike around the back of his head and reminded his buddy, "You're doing the exact same thing with Y/N as you did to Max. Just because El isn't here doesn't mean another girl can't be cool and interesting."

"Yeah, Y/N's cool. She bought my lunch today since Daniel Oliver stole my money," Gareth admitted, giving Mike a disapproving look.

"Oh, she did that for me last week," Jeff added. "Then she almost got her ass kicked when she tried to steal it back off Danny-boy."

Since her feet were carrying her faster than her brain could comprehend, Y/N managed to bump into someone as she hurried to her car. Eddie held his arms out to steady her, but she was in no mood to be soothed.

"Hellfire is the other way, Lady Folksworth."

She huffed out, "I know where Hellfire is; thank you very much. I'll-"

"Hey, hey, what's up?" She didn't want to talk. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be quiet, so she didn't answer him for a moment. The silence was broken as she heard him say, "Y/N, what's wrong?" with genuine concern laced in his voice.

"My grandpa just died," she blurted out, not even knowing why she said it. The words were simply leaving her mouth as she felt her lie fall flat.

He knew her better than that. "Which one? The one that's already dead or the other one that's already dead?" He countered, crossing his arms, not believing her lie in the slightest.

Shit. He'd caught her. There were two options in her mind. Go further or change course. "Well, he was like an old guy who was a family friend... you know, he was a non-grandpa," she furthered, walking away from him towards her car. "And I have a headache."

"I'm pretty sure I have an aspirin. Not my usual supply, but I'm bound to have one."

"No...no. I'm fine. Not fine enough to stay. Not that fine, but... I should go."

But there was no way in hell that was going to happen: she wasn't going to get away with these awful fibs. Without having to try too hard, he took a few long strides, making it in front of her in no time and placing his hands on her shoulders to gently push her in the opposite direction.

"Y/N."

"Eddie?"

"Tell me the truth."

Okay. It was time to change course. She used an ancient female tactic that has a tendency to get you out of doing things. Gym. Sex. Chores. All types of shit.

"I'm on my period."

It wasn't exactly a lie either. Maybe that's why Mike's words got to her so much this week? Huh, crazy.

"Ohh," he replied sympathetically, "The offer of painkillers still stands," and just like that, he was being so nice about it. "Name anything, and I'll get it for you. I'll go to the store down the street and be back in no time."

Her heart fluttered. It wasn't every day a boy was so understanding. He didn't even act grossed out by it like they usually did. He actually didn't make a big deal out of it. So, she couldn't help herself and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him the biggest, warmest hug she could manage. He hugged her back, closing his eyes to savour the moment.

"You're a good egg," she whispered, squeezing him a smidge. His face was bright red, but that's fine. She wouldn't be able to see it if he buried his face in her hair. "Ed, you can let go now if you want to."

"I don't want to," he chuckled, pulling her tighter to him and refusing to budge. He even started to shift his weight from left to right so they'd begin swaying slowly side to side, making her giggle, which entirely was his intention.

There was something about her giggle that just filled him with an immense sense of joy. It always turned his day around: he felt lighter, happier, and more energetic. It didn't even matter what he was doing. He couldn't understand it. One moment he was feeling listless and miserable. The next, she would start laughing, and then he'd be good and giddy. It was like magic.

Unknowingly, she had been playing with the strand of hair at the nape of his neck, and the moment she realised, she stopped and reminded him, "Hellfire is waiting for their handsome and charismatic Dungeon Master to arrive."

Oh shit. He'd forgotten about that. He'd been so focused on her, he'd forgotten to do his job. It was a serious breach of protocol. But, in this moment, he didn't care. Leaning back so he could see in her face if she lied, he shyly enquired, "You think I'm handsome?"

"Yeah, Ed, I do," she answered seriously, without even the smallest hint of a smirk. It was like she really meant it, and, boy, was he relieved. She really did think he was handsome.

Well shit, his fucking face was heating up again. How the hell did she have this kind of effect on him? And he'd never have guessed that it would've gotten worse as he complimented her back, "Oh, cool. Yeah, that's nice. You're, uh, you're handsome too - I mean pretty. Girls are pretty. I know you're not supposed to call a girl handsome. You're really pretty, Y/N."

Really. Not only was she both handsome and pretty, but she was also 'really pretty'. That last part made him wince a little as he admitted it, but it was worth it for the look on her face. It was the happiest he'd seen her in a while, which made his own face even brighter. It almost made her forget about what Mike had said.

Almost.

She looked away, her lips upturned in a coy grin, but didn't internalise what he'd said. That could wait till later. That could wait until she was in the privacy of her car so she could let out a really unflattering squeal. The urge to do so was increasing every second that she was still in his grasp, so she slowly backed up, innocently letting her hands trail down his shoulders and chest as she moved away.

Bashfully, she tucked some hair behind her ear as she let out, "You can call me handsome if you want to. I don't mind it. Honestly, I was going to say that your hair looked pretty when I saw you this morning, but I didn't want to, I don't know, freak you out or anything."

"You were worried about freaking out the freak?"

"Something like that." She looked down at her shoes for a moment. "Anyway, I better go. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, uh... yeah, see you, Y/N."

He watched as she started to walk away, only to turn around and hurry back, claiming, "Oh, I forgot to do this," and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for being so sweet."

Blushing, he nervously beamed, "Yeah, oh, yeah, you're welcome. Totally welcome," and couldn't help but distract himself from the fact that his cheek felt like it was burning and his head was spinning over the mere contact of her lips on his skin by focusing on her figure as she made it out of his field of vision and towards the parking lot.

Okay. Okay, he needed to calm down before he arrived in Hellfire. The boys would surely tease him if he turned up looking like a freshly picked tomato. It's always a good idea to make an entrance, and that definitely would throw them off long enough that he could return his focus to his second true love, D&D. Opening the door wide and announcing, "My dear boys, we may be one maiden down, and while Alais's absence will render the dynamic a little askew, she will be sorely missed until the next session, but we must press on. So, boys, it's time."

Eddie immediately sauntered to his chair and waited for his disciples to prepare themselves. He always tried to make his entrances as elaborate as possible. The more attention to where he wanted it to be directed, the better.

Dustin piped up to ask, "Wait, Y/N's not here? I swear she said she was coming earlier."

"She felt ill."

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Eddie swore he heard Mike whisper to himself, "Thank God."

"Anyway, we must press on, gentlemen, without interruption," Eddie said, putting a finger to his lips to still Mike's rising protests.

Despite being one member down, the boys got on with it. Although they could all tell that the party was a little disjointed without their beloved Lady Folksworth. It wasn't that she was the most experienced member, though she might have been the most enthusiastic, but she was the one who kept them on their toes. It wasn't everyday that the Archduke Zariel of Avernus visited the mortal realm. There wasn't a whole lot to prepare for, but somehow, when Y/N was around, it felt like there were a million things to do.

Ultimately, it was a difficult battle (that may have been a slight bit easier if had seven PC's like Eddie had planned), but the boys (Dustin) managed to come up with an ingenious plan to kill the fallen angel and prevent her from returning for now.

The next day, when Gareth and Jeff had walked up to Eddie while he was at his locker, the older boy remarked, "Hellfire last night was quieter, don't you think? It wasn't as high energy as usual."

"That's because Alais was missing," Gareth pointed out, knowing full well that Eddie had been missing Y/N's presence. Even in the session, he seemed a bit preoccupied, a bit concerned if she was okay.

He'd even planned to buy a bunch of stuff she liked and show up unannounced at her house to be like, "Hey! I know I'm a gross, stinky boy and I don't get this period thing, but I hope this helps," but what if her dad were there and just assumed Eddie was making moves on his daughter? Which wouldn't have been completely incorrect. Yet, this was a move out of worry, not lust.

Plus, as soon as the other boys heard, he'd never get away from the teasing. Showing up to Y/N's house with a period care package? That would prove he was totally whipped. Totally. They weren't even dating, and he was completely and utterly wrapped around her finger.

Jeff decided to tease, "I'm sure Eddie was fully aware that Y/N wasn't there to play footsie under the table with him."

"I don't know what you're implying, Jeffrey," Eddie responded dryly. He one hundred percent knew what was being implied. That girl was his favourite thing in the world, and he would have done anything to be with her.

"Well, I'm sure we won't catch you gazing so lovingly at her at lunch again," Gareth said, resting his head on his fist and staring wistfully into the distance as he did his best impression of Eddie.

"Why, fair Y/N, why won't you accept my love? Is it the hair? Should I change it?" Jeff said in an exaggerated, disappointed voice.

Eddie was used to this at this point. He just usually just went along with it, but today he had an update. "I highly doubt it's the hair; she told me she thinks it looks pretty."

"Oooh, did you hear that, Jeff? She said his hair looks pretty."

"I wonder how long we'll be hearing about that one for."

"Remember when she said she liked the shirt he was wearing and he didn't take it off for almost a week?"

Gareth and Jeff burst out laughing. Eddie shrugged it off and turned the conversation back onto Hellfire. What he didn't realise was that Y/N was just about to walk up to him as he declared, "Even though she has a charisma mod of minus two, Alais is a complete chatterbox. That's probably why we could hear ourselves think last night," but she walked away, not wanting to hear if he pulled a Mike.

Mike getting annoyed at her voice was fine. It hurt a little, but she'd get over it. Eddie, on the other hand, that stung. He usually was nice and kind and pretty and sweet and chivalrous and totally cool and out of her league and was great at guitar and had the cutest eyes she'd ever seen, so the thought that she could be annoying him caused her to double down on the quietness thing.

Frankly, if Eddie had said anything actually mean, she would probably start crying and never stop. He was the sweetest guy she knew, and sometimes she felt that there was something going on between them when he would look at her for a second too long, or the amount of times he would force her into hugging him, and they would stay like that for what felt like an eternity, just as he'd done the night before.

Or, if she'd ask for advantage when they were playing, she'd say, "Eddie, if you wanted to be a good, no, a great Dungeon Master, you'd give me advantage right now," in the softest voice she could, and he'd give her that look of 'you know this isn't one of your characters abilities' but would say yes anyway.

As a result, Y/N kept mostly to herself that day. In any of the classes she had with her friends, she said hello and then made it seem like she was intensely interested in whatever the teacher was saying, which wasn't true. Eddie couldn't help but notice how she didn't even say anything other than "Hey" to him the entire day.

Tomorrow came and it was the same. And the day after that. And after that. And then the whole week. He had no idea how long periods lasted, but this was hell. Two weeks went by, and she barely said a word to him.

Actually, he was kind of offended.

It's not like he was planning on asking her to the movies, which they'd done so many times before, but he was going to make it obvious that there was going to be nothing platonic about this invitation. Well, that's what he thought last time they went, yet he didn't manage to follow through.

The moment they had before Hellfire had given him enough of an idea that she could like him. It was a possibility. She'd fucking kissed him, after all. Although it was on the cheek and she could've just been overly friendly and emotional because of, you know, the monthly blood monster. But maybe she liked him? That was a definite possibility.

Now she was ignoring him. You don't ignore somebody you're into. Or do you? Was she playing the hard-to-get move? No. Y/N wouldn't pull that. Would she?

Maybe she knew he liked her and didn't want to upset him when he found out she was going after someone else. That was his exact thought when he 'bumped' into her on the weekend at Family Video and saw her joyfully talking to Steve like she used to with him. She'd looked so happy then, so carefree, as she gestured wildly as she spoke about the movie Clue.

Apparently, Harrington hadn't seen it, so Y/N was giving him a rundown about the Tim Curry flick, telling him all about how Eddie had taken her to go and see it in the cinema the year before. Her laugh was music to his ears, even if it wasn't caused by him.

Very animatedly, she waved the VHS around as she explained, "Yeah, we went back three times because they're were different endings depending on what screening you went to. It was really cool. Each ending had a different killer or killers, I guess because there tended to be multiple, which is kind of genius." Then she put the video down as she almost threw it, which would've been funny, but she'd have to pay for it if it broke.

"Wait, so it's based on the board game?" Steve enquired, resting his hand under his chin as he gazed up at her. "The whole Miss Scarlet in the dining room with the rusty spoon or whatever game?"

Rusty spoon. That definitely should be one of the weapons.

Y/N giggled, confirming, "Yeah, that's the one. In the movie, Miss Scarlet is, well, she's basically a pimp."

"Now I have to see this movie." He leant forward and tried to flirt, "Do you want to..."

No way. Was Harrington flirting with Y/N? That was not happening. Not on Eddie's watch. Sliding in next to her, Eddie wrapped his arm around Y/N's shoulders and squeezed lightly, cheerfully interrupting Steve and greeting, "Funny seeing you here, Lady Folksworth."

Steve immediately stood up straighter, thinking he'd accidentally tried it on with a 'taken' girl. That wasn't his intention. Still....?

"Munson, how are you? How's high school treating you still?"

"It's going swell, Harrington," Eddie retorted, biting back the tone that he wanted to use.

"Think you're going to graduate this year?"

"They do say the third time's a charm."

Staring between the two, Y/N didn't really know what to do or say. She was lost, unsure of how to react to this situation. It was so awkward. She waited for a break in their exchange before lying, "My dad is probably waiting for me in the car. I'll see you two later," and unhooking herself from Eddie's arm. As soon as she was free, she gave them both a wave and began to leave.

Eddie called after her, "You forgot something."

Oh. Was he referring to what she'd forgotten before? He must've, so she made her way back to him and kissed his cheek, expecting that that was the thing he was talking about. Nope. In his hand was the VHS of Clue that she'd left on the counter. He handed it to her with a smug grin.

"Hey, do I get one of those?" Steve joked, earning a swift punch in the arm from Eddie.

"Bye, Steve. Bye, Eddie."

And she was off.

"Why did you get a kiss and I didn't?"

"Why did she say goodbye to you first?"

Actually, what the fuck had he done? He could've sworn he saw her car and not her dad's in the parking lot as he entered. Then again, he hadn't looked hard enough to be sure. Eddie was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to upset her. What if he had? Oh shit, that would suck. That would actually be the worst. The worst of the worst would be if he'd actually upset her and she didn't want to talk to him anymore. If that happened, he would be so royally screwed.

But, no. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them.

Steve still asked, "Have you guys fallen out?"

"Me and Y/N? No. I don't think so."

"Are you sure? She left in a hurry as soon as you showed up."

Oh, he thought that too. Fuck, Eddie wished that Steve hadn't pointed it out because now it was out in the open. The words had been said out loud. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Steve raised his eyebrows. "Are you two... together?"

They weren't, but, "Why do you want to know that?" It was obvious why Steve wanted to know. Eddie's reaction made it clear enough what his true feelings were since he stared at Steve blankly for a few moments before awkwardly shrugging and nervously scratching the back of his neck. The moment he put it together, he whined, "Dude, no."

"What? I haven't even done anything."

"Yet. You haven't done anything yet. Literally any other girl, ask any other girl. Please. I'm begging you. Don't."

God, he felt like such a fucking pussy. He was literally begging Steve Harrington not to ask out the girl he likes. That was how low he was willing to stoop for Y/N.

"But..."

"Just don't."

Harrington hesitated and then said, "Fine." After a moment of silence passed between them, Steve asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"

Robin butted in with "Y/N always comes in at lunch time on a Saturday, and he knows that," and bumped Steve out of the way so she could serve a customer that had been waiting, having been completely ignored by the two boys. "Harrington, are you even going to attempt to do some work?"

With that, Eddie tapped the counter in thought for a moment, his mind swimming with all the possibilities of why Y/N was acting in such a way. She'd claimed it was because of period pain, and not that he knew much about that, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was something else. She'd been almost mute for two weeks now. Did periods last that long?

Then he said something that he'd never ever expected to come out of his mouth. "Right. I'm off to the library." That wasn't it. He went to the library often because books are fucking expensive. The surprise came when he followed that up with "I've got some biology homework to do."

So that's what he did. He went past the fantasy section, his heart panging as he did so, and straight to the non-fiction area, finding one that was named 'The Female Species' in no time. When he opened it, his eyes immediately went to the illustrations. Yep. That was a pussy. Fucking hell, the things he'd do for Y/N. She better appreciate his research.

At the end of their shift, Eddie re-entered Family Video and went straight up to Robin. "I read in a book that periods usually last five days; is it normal for the girl to be really reserved at that time? The book was very factual about organs and tubes and shit, but didn't have anything about behaviour."

Steve heard and beelined for the back office. Robin blinked at him, her eyes wide, and obviously she was just confused why she was being bombarded with girl talk. So, Eddie continued, "Y/N hasn't been herself lately, you know. I think something's up."

"Just ask her."

"She's avoiding me like that time that I didn't shower for a week and she didn't want to be rude." Robin looked absolutely disgusted, as she should. "Don't look at me like that. Our plumbing broke."

"Alright, alright." She placed all of the cashing-up stuff down on the counter and called for Steve to do it. He wasn't as quick as her (she's got some mad quick addition skills, I know it), but it would have to do for today. "I will ask on Monday."

"What about tomorrow?"

Standing her ground, Robin repeated, "No. I will ask on Monday."

Eddie continued to whine for five minutes straight, hoping that if he threw a tantrum, Robin would give in and, maybe, even immediately go to Y/N's house and find out as soon as she possibly could. But no, Robin was tired and had barely sat down her entire shift. Plus, she had to work tomorrow too, so Monday was the best and only option that she was willing to do.

Monday couldn't come soon enough.

At lunch that day, Robin decided to ask Y/N to sit with her instead of with the Hellfire lot, which was a little weird at first, but she quickly grew comfortable with it. Y/N seemed as talkative as ever as she interacted with Robin and the other members of the marching band. What the hell was Eddie talking about?

From his position at his lunch table, Eddie watched with eagle eyes at the band table to see if there was any possibility of Y/N changing her mind and going back to the Hellfire camp. He caught Robin's gaze, and she just shrugged as if to say, 'You're overreacting.' Was he? Was he just reading into it too deeply? Nope. No way. He knew her better than that. He knew her better than Robin did. He was sure of it.

They shared the same fifth period lesson, and the moment she went to hurry to the next class, he easily lifted her off the ground and made his way to the janitor's closet with her squirming in his arms. They got a few weird looks from the other students, but mostly they were too busy with their own schedules to give too much of a shit.

"Put me down! Edward Anthony Munson, fucking put me down!" She exclaimed, slapping his arm in the hopes he'd stop manhandling her. He did once they were inside. He also made sure that he stood directly in front of the door so she wouldn't be able to leave.

Well, he intended to stay posted up by the door like a German Shepherd, but he quickly noticed that the janitor had a Santana poster and moved to take a closer look with a "Sick. He's got a Shango album poster. You know, it's not my usual type of music, but my uncle loves it," so she took the opportunity to try to weave past him.

Still, she had no chance. He quickly whipped his arm out and managed to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her up against him.

"Hey!" She protested. Looking up at him, her anger faded as she saw his face, but she still tried to be stern as she asked, "What are you doing?"

It was moments like this that Y/N became fully aware of how much taller than her he was. She was used to it, but it still kind of threw her. If he'd been any other man, she would've been intimidated, but with him, she just found herself drawn to his beauty.

"Eddie, what the hell?" She asked, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. Damn, he loved the way she looked when she was blushing. It made her eyes go all soft and dreamy. He didn't answer. He just looked at her beautiful face, and his heart melted into a puddle of mush behind his sternum. He was staring at her lips so hard that he was barely able to muster up a response.

But he did. Eventually. Eventually, he blurted out, "Do you not like hanging out with me anymore?" His voice came out quiet and unsure, almost as if it took all of his courage to get the words out - that's because it had. It somehow got even quieter as he said, "Do you not like me anymore, Y/N?"

The soft, pretty pink on her cheeks deepened and her eyes shone like diamonds. All traces of uncertainty were gone, and in its place was shock. She studied his face for a moment, looking for any kind of signs of joking or teasing in his eyes. When she couldn't find anything, she sighed and said, "Of course I like you. What made you think that... that I didn't?"

"Wha- what? Uh, the fact that you haven't said more than two sentences to me all week." He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He didn't know what had come over him. One minute he was fine, and then the next - boom! Out came the sass. He'd never been good at holding in his feelings, especially when he was really into someone.

Not even giving her time to explain, he proclaimed, "And don't give me that crap about being on your period because I read up about that shit and it sounds fucking awful, I will admit, but it doesn't last two fucking weeks, Y/N. You're killing me here, sweetheart."

She couldn't help it. At his words, she let out a boisterous laugh that made his heart skip a beat. He hadn't heard her laugh like that in forever, and it just felt so goddamn good. Cackling, she said, "You read up on periods?"

"I was worried about you, and I don't exactly have a mother to ask about it. Uncle Wayne would've never let me live it down if I asked him."

Lightly, she dropped her forehead to rest on his chest as she tittered. His heart was about to burst out of his chest and into the open air. She lifted her head up off of his chest and looked him dead in the eyes, smiling as she claimed, "You're very sweet, Eds."

Sweet? She called him sweet? Everything in his body felt like it had turned to jelly. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from kissing the hell out of her. She still hadn't told him the actual reason, so he continued on his path of questioning. Putting on his best 'I'm a tough negotiator' face, he declared, "I'm serious, though. What the fuck is going on with you?"

"Is that face supposed to intimidate me into telling you what's wrong?"

Whoops. She gave it away.

"So there is something wrong!" He dramatically took his hands off her and flailed them in the air. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Robin can fucking suck it."

Like usual, she found his little tantrums humorous, and she just gazed at him with a grin on her face as he continued to wave his arms in the air, swearing his fuzzy head off. It was like he was an overgrown toddler, trying his best to get a reaction out of her, and his efforts were successful as she laughed at him. How are you supposed to not laugh at a fully grown man hysterically jumping around in a confined space, accidently knocking over a mop on his warpath? He stopped for a moment, put it back in its place, then started whining again.

"Why won't you talk to me? This is bullshit. I've only had Dustin to annoy this entire week, which is fun, but I'd prefer to annoy you. I even stooped low enough to try and fuck with Wheeler."

"No, not Mike. How did you survive?"

Slowly, he got closer to her with a smug smile on his face, his eyes narrowing as he raised his hand to accusingly point at her as he began to facetiously complain, "You're laughing at my concern! Honestly, Y/N, I don't know why I do it. I had to look the librarian in the eyes and say, 'Hi, where's the section about pussies? Yeah, my friend has one, and I want to know why its making her act all stupid and shit. Oh, and where's the erotica while we're at it? Might as well add that to my collection too. That will give me something to do while I wait for her to even breathe in my direction!' Well, actually, no, I didn't say that, but I could've. I could've done that. I would've done that."

Swallowing down all her anticipation and nerves, she teased, "Aw, you would've checked out erotica for me?"

"Shut up," he joked, then immediately backtracked, "No, don't shut up. That's the whole thing. Don't shut - you know what? Fuck it, I'm just going to -"

Instead of continuing to ramble, he didn't know what came over him, but he knew it wasn't rational. Maybe it had something to do with the way her lips looked so full and soft. His hand grabbed her by the waist and yanked her forward, pressing their lips together with a hunger he couldn't explain. He didn't remember moving, or if he had, he forgot. One moment he was speaking, and the next, well, the next, all of his senses were focused on her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, which caused him to smile against her mouth. He couldn't help himself; he couldn't stop smiling at the perfection of it all. Her body was pressed up against his; she was pressed into his chest. All he wanted to do was kiss her for hours. Her lips felt so soft, so sweet, and he couldn't stop touching them and tasting them. Every single part of his body was in tune with hers, and it was an amazing feeling.

There was a break in the kiss as he pulled back slightly to look at her, his hands resting on her hips as he tried to apologise, "Tell me whatever I did wrong and I'll make it up to you. I'll do what -"

"I'm not paid enough to care about this shit."

The pair broke apart, and their heads whipped to look at the newcomer. It was silent for a while as they just stared at the janitor in the hopes that he might magically vanish. "Get out," the janitor said. "Get out before I make sure you two end up in detention."

Detention was not on the cards as Y/N grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him into the corridor as he still seemed a little dazed. Addressing the janitor, he complimented, "Cool Carlos Santana poster, by the way. That's actually what we went in there to see. Crazy. We heard about it through the grapevine, you know," so she pulled him away before he could say anything else.

"I swear to God, that was so fucking awkward," Y/N laughed, trying to suppress her giggles.

The moment they made it around the first corner they saw, he scanned if any teachers were around and then began to kiss her cheek, gradually making his way down from her cheekbone to her neck, manoeuvring her so her back was against the cold wall and his front was against hers. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her scent and absorbing it through his skin.

Teasingly, he reared back and came to a compromise: "If you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, I won't leave the biggest hickey I possibly can on your neck. Just imagine how long you'll be grounded for when your parents see that."

"You're not serious."

"Watch me." He lowered his head once again, his lips finding her skin just above her collarbone, before she tugged on his hair to pull him back up. "Start talking."

Taking a breath, she finally explained, "So, I'm trying this thing where I let other people get a word in. We all know that I have a habit of talking a bit too much, and you're probably sick of my voice at thi-"

"What the fuck are you on about?"

His blunt statement made her jump.

She was just about to speak again when a junior, who obviously had a hall pass to use the bathroom, gave them a funny look and walked by without saying a word. Jokingly, she pointed out, "Why did we choose to do this in a public corridor?"

"And she begins avoiding my question once again," he taunted, moving his mouth under her jaw to plant a kiss there. He grinned, smug, and self-assured, and Y/N felt a swell of pride at his confidence. She considered her answer for a few moments, and in that time, his hand slipped from her hip to her lower back, sliding beneath her t-shirt to graze over her bare skin. She loved the way he was so comfortable in their little game.

"Stop," she laughed, but he kept his lips there, pressing against her neck and making her shiver. "Somebody mentioned that I'm a bit of a motormouth, so I decided to reel it back, okay?"

He craned his head back in surprise. "Who?"

"I'm no snitch, Munson."

"Uh, I'd like to know who fucked with my girl. I'm planning on kicking their ass."

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she coquetted, "Your girl? Is that what I am now?" And to be super effective, she softly brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

There was no mistaking the pleased grin that curved his lips. He gave her the goofiest, most lovestruck grin possible, declaring that, "Oh yeah, didn't you hear? You have been for a while. Did I forget to mention it?"

"You may have forgotten, yeah. Maybe you did, and I was too busy chatting to notice," she joked, and he chuckled. Her hand moved to his chest, and she felt his heart pound against her palm, his breath quicken, and his body tense. Her smile faltered for a moment as she apologised, "I'm sorry for practically ignoring you for a while."

At her words, his answer was low and sincere. "Yeah, it sucked." He tilted her chin up as she'd moved her focus away from his face, suggesting, "You could always make it up to me by hanging out with me after school and rambling to me about every single thought that pops into your head."

"Eddie, I'm sure you don't really want -"

"You don't get to tell me what I want," he said, and the serious expression returned to his face. He shook his head and kissed her again, this time briefly but with a lot of affection. It was an answer in itself. Against her lips, he mumbled, "Your voice is my favourite sound in the world; don't deprive me of it again or I'll probably go insane."

That made her do the most girlish giggle he’d ever heard.

"Just so you know," he said, "you could read anything to me and I'd be enthralled. You could read the fucking Bible to me, and I'd convert in no time."

Despite the casualness of his statement, it made her realise how truly into her he was and how much he thought she was worth listening to. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only girl in the world, the way he thought she was so special. He didn't see her as just another member of Hellfire; he saw her as his girl.

Putting his favourite things together, she offered, "Why don't you come over; we'll smoke, and I'll read The Hobbit to you? My parents are out, so it's up to you."

He'd never heard something so perfect for him in his life. The smile that stretched across his face was absolutely, unarguably perfect. She waited until he'd composed himself before she copied his actions from before and kissed from his cheekbone down, which caused him to shiver slightly and unconsciously put his hand on the back of her head.

Trying to play it cool despite how his body was reacting, he retorted, "What about your cat? Is she in?"

"You'll have to come over to find out."

So he did. He was practically vibrating with anticipation as he pulled his van onto her driveway and didn't even wait for her to get her keys in the front door before he hurried up behind her, grabbing onto her waist and tugging her against him so he could kiss the back of her neck.

The moment she opened the door and pulled him inside, he noticed her cat and beelined towards her. "Hey, stinky," he said, holding the cat in his hands. He looked at Y/N and back to the cat. The theory that all pets look like their owners seemed to be correct, as Y/N's kitten was as cute as she was.

"Don't call my baby stinky," Y/N playfully warned, stroking the cat and leaning down to bump their noses together, causing the cat to lovingly nip at the tip of her nose.

"I can't help it," Eddie replied, holding the cat by the armpits and holding her above his head, wiggling her from side to side, falsely insulting, "Liquorice is just such a gross, ugly cat."

Faking offence, Y/N grabbed the kitten from his hands and cradled it as she began walking to her bedroom, cooing, "Don't listen to the rip-off Van Halen-looking boy, baby. He failed ninth grade English too many times for his opinion to be valid."

Eddie, of course, was hot on her heels as he followed her. "I'm not a boy; I'm a man."

"Whatever you say."

When they made it up to her room, Eddie immediately made himself at home, kicking his shoes off and jumping face first onto her bed. Y/N rolled her eyes and dropped the cat onto her pillow before sitting on the bed to beam as Eddie turned on to his side and pouted, urging her to "Kiss me?"

How could she not? She obliged, leaning in and pressing her lips to his. His reaction was immediate. He eagerly responded to her kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, tongue eagerly exploring hers. Y/N was the first to pull back as she felt Liquorice pawing at her arm.

"Oh, sorry, you jealous thing," she joked, giving the cat an equal amount of attention by scratching her belly. She instructed Eddie, "Take over while I find the book."

Liquorice had always liked Eddie, which was weird as she rarely liked anyone. Especially men. But it was as if she saw how kind he was and just went with it when he started to gently run his hands through her fur, purring as he did so.

Reading aloud, "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat..."

Y/N had found the book and made her way back to her bed, leaning against the headboard as Eddie manoeuvred to sit between her legs, bringing Liquorice to sit in his lap. Together they both said, "It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort."

Of course he knew that bit off by heart.

Slithering her arms around him, she placed her chin on his shoulder, occasionally giving him a peck on the cheek between paragraphs as she continued reading. He leant back, listening intently as he lit his spliff, taking a few drags before placing it between her lips and dreamily gazing at her as she let the smoke out of her nose like a sexy dragon. A sexy Smaug.

Never had he felt so comfortable. In a relationship or just in general. No matter how many people he'd been with before, there'd never been a moment when he'd ever truly felt like this.

Almost the second before she finished the final paragraph of the first chapter, Liquorice was spooked by a sound from outside and decided that she didn't want any more attention. Y/N called after her, "Do not start a fight with the dog next door," and all the cat seemed to do was narrow her eyes and saunter out of the room.

Finishing the last bit, Y/N declared, "Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams. It was long after the break of day when he woke up."

Now that he no longer had a cat on his lap to worry about, Eddie took the book from her hands and set it on her bedside table, turning around to face her as he flirted, "Honestly, whoever told you to shut up must not have taste because I've read that so many times and it never sounded that good before."

The compliment was not lost on her as Y/N giggled, "I swore you fell asleep halfway."

"I was resting my eyes." He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, only to pull back, looking into her eyes. "You're seriously not going to tell me who?"

"Nope."

Fine. That'll do. He let out a huff, but it was quickly forgotten as she placed her hand on the side of his face, gently ghosting her thumb over his skin as she pressed her lips against his. And that's how they spent most of the evening. Just smooching with the occasional playful bout of taunting.

Over time, it wasn't rare for Eddie to spend all of his free time in the warm comfort of Y/N's bedroom. He lay on his side, leaning over her slightly as she used their intertwined hands to gesture, soaking in all of his focus.

It wasn't long before Eddie pieced together who had made her feel that way. Mike had made some offhanded insult about how long she had been talking, and Y/N looked at Eddie like 'this fucking guy, amiright?', accidently giving it away.

Then Hellfire came, and Mike was very surprised when his PC died only thirty minutes into the session.

Strangely, it seemed as if the DM was personally targeting him.

Who knows why?

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bippot · 5 months ago

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Tomorrow's Tomorrow

Story Summary -> Before and after a mission, sober or drunken, Bob wants to spend his time with just one gal. Their friends are also rather amused by his obvious crush on her and like to document their interactions.

Tags -> Friends to Lovers, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Fluff

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"How's it going, cowboy?"

That was the greeting Bob craved every day. He felt like he needed it. If he was having the worst day of his life, he could hear that, and everything would seem brighter. And the smile she gave him? He felt like the luckiest guy on the face of Earth.

Boomerang was perfect for Bob. All of her was made for him in his mind. It was as if she was put on the globe to redden his cheeks and make his heart beat faster whenever he came within her sight.

Phoenix was the only one who picked up on the crush he had on Y/N. It was the way his spectacled gaze would linger on her for a moment too long. Or how he'd look down and smile to himself if she ever was nice to him. Or there was that one time he had just removed his helmet and his hair was all over and Y/N reached out to brush it back in place. Boy, did Bob fall silent and take the biggest gulp Nat had ever seen.

"So...Y/N, huh?" Natasha said, her voice teasing as she barged into Bob's room that he shared with Fanboy and got comfortable on his bed. When he didn't answer, she took the tip of her shoe and lightly nudged him in the bicep.

"Ew, don't touch me with that!" he whined, pushing her foot away. He had to do it several times since she kept swerving and jabbing him in different areas in an effort to get him to spill the beans. Eventually, he managed to catch her ankle and stop her from physically assaulting him. "Seriously, think about how much dirt is on the bottom of your shoe. Gross, Nat."

Natasha smirked as she watched him squirm. She found his discomfort very entertaining, and it got even more fun to watch as she taunted, "Fine, fine. It's been great catching up with you, Floyd, but I've got some hot gossip that I think Y/N, you know her - my roommate - would love to hear."

"You wouldn't!?!"

"Ah! I knew it!"

Shit. He let his head slump in defeat. As usual, Phoenix was right. Bob groaned, dragging his hand down his face as he accepted the fact that Nat would be watching his interactions with Y/N with eagle eyes and a knowing glint in them from now on. That was going to be annoying and soooo good for his confidence.

And that's how life went for a while - Bob desperately trying to seem cool and dateable to Boomerang whilst under the analytical watch of Phoenix, who was trying her best to be supportive, yet it often bordered on overbearing. He'd hardly made any 'progress', mostly because he was barely trying. It would be best if he ignored it. His crush would go away then, right?

All their conversations had been mostly platonic until one day when Bob was issued for yet another dangerous mission. The night before, a knock on his door broke him out of his preflight nerves. He opened it a crack to find Y/N smiling at him, standing on his doorstep in her pyjamas with a smallish bag on her shoulder.

"Hey, cowboy."

"Hey," he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest. "Mickey's with Ruben if you were looking for him."

"No. I was hoping to see you."

The way she said it sent a zing through his system. Bob's mouth went dry as he tried to formulate a response, so he stepped to the side and gestured that she could come inside if she wanted to.

"Nat may have mentioned that you tend to freak out before big missions and that nobody has checked up on you. So, here I am. Your knight in shining armour. Or whatever you want me to be."

Oh god, he wished that was the only thing Nat told her. No, Phoenix would never do that. Would she? No, no. Maybe? No, absolutely not.

"If you're not in the mood, just say, and I'll leave you alone. I know-"

"Stay! I mean, I'm in the mood. Not in that way, not in a sexy mood. A sociable mood and... He took a breath so his ramble wouldn't get any worse, then admitted, "I'd like you to stay."

Her wide-eyed expression was worth the embarrassment Bob had to endure. Her lips quivered upwards in amusement, and she smiled sweetly, her eyes twinkling with what seemed to be mirth and excitement. He couldn't help but smile back.

Since she had confirmation now, she reached into her bag and brought out her Switch. "That's good because I planned on completely wiping the floor with you on Mario Kart," she teased him, taking out one controller and passing it to Bob as they both sat down on his duvet.

He grinned, "Bless your heart; you're going to lose every single time, sweetheart," and if by magic, his accent became more prominent.

"Oh, it's on!"

Excitedly, the game began, their controllers in hand, as both started to laugh, play, and tease each other with ease and familiarity. It really was like nothing else mattered anymore as Bob focused on their little world. He forgot about all his problems, responsibilities, and worries for tomorrow.

"You little fucker! How dare you blue shell me!"

"That's what you get, Floyd."

Originally, Y/N was going to take it easy on him, but he was great at the game and had managed to surprise her. With no hesitation, she took advantage of this opportunity to kick his ass and show him she wouldn't give in so easily even if he was cute as hell. He looked so adorable, all focused on the screen. His brows were furrowed, his lips pursed, and his tongue stuck out as he concentrated intensely.

It wasn't long until he noticed she had taken her eyes off the game and that they stared at him instead. Smiling sheepishly, he lowered the game controller and turned towards her, his eyes twinkling. "What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, his cheeks flushing under her scrutiny.

"No, I'm just enjoying the sight of your face when you lose," she retorted without missing a beat. As a response, he lightly punched her on the shoulder, and she decided to go completely overboard. She clutched the area of impact and dramatically whined, "Ow, I think I've lost feeling. Fuck, it stings! You might have to amputate or something. You okay with blood? Lieutenant, you're so strong that my arm is no longer functional!"

Bob chuckled at her reaction, amused by the theatrics she was putting on but also touched that she cared enough about his well-being to try and cheer him up in such a way. A way that worked since he was feeling much better, better than he had in a while.

More and more matches were played. Y/N won a few. Bob won a few. They were on a competitive streak when Mickey returned to his room, surprised by their laughter. As he was playing, Bob had begun to fight dirty and was shielding Y/N's eyes as she tried to navigate blind.

"What place am I in?"

"Last."

"Bulshit!" She tried her hardest to wriggle away from his hand as she laughed in delight at their silliness. "Ha! I'm sixth!"

"Doesn't matter; you're still losing."

Mickey had been listening in through the door for a moment before he opened it fully and let himself in quietly, standing behind them, a large smirk on his face as he saw the scene before him - huddled together on his bed, Y/N and Bob were essentially playfighting as they kept swiping their hands in the others line of vision.

At some point, Y/N had stolen Bob's glasses and had them perched on her nose in an effort to put him at a disadvantage, whereas Bob had squished Y/N between his back and the wall, moving his head and hand in the way of the screen at any chance he could. Mickey had never seen anything so adorable. He shook his head and quickly retrieved his phone to snap a picture before he ruined the moment.

"Hey, Boomerang," Mickey called out in a sing-song voice. Both paused what they were doing and looked at him as he distracted them from their game. "This looks cosy."

"Don't worry, we'll finish this race, then I'll let you get your precious beauty sleep, Garcia," she replied, trying her hardest to conceal how she didn't really want to leave and stop having fun.

With one final win by Bob, it was time for the pair to part ways. Following her to the door, Bob closed it behind him in an effort to get some form of privacy from Fanboy.

"Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for checking up on me."

"Anytime, cowboy." She smirked at him coyly, placing her hand on his shoulder. "I would say good luck, but with your skills? I really don't think you'll need it."

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bob brought her into a bear hug, burying his head into her shoulder, breathing deeply and trying not to sob like a child. His grip tightened when she hugged him back, pulling him closer as he tried to steady his mind. He felt like he needed to say something. Anything. But he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And tomorrow's tomorrow," she reassured as she pulled back to look at him, her smile brightening his entire being and causing butterflies to explode in his stomach. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

A million thoughts raced around in his brain, making the hairs on his arms stand up on end. Her eyes met his, a soft blush covering her cheeks as she shyly gave him a small wave, said "Night, cowboy," and departed to her room.

He stood there, stunned for a minute, until a smile slowly appeared on his face and spread uncontrollably as he realised what had just happened. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the door frame, trying to get his bearings. All he could feel was giddiness as he made his way back into his room.

"So...Y/N, huh?"

"Shut up, Mickey."

Just as she thought it would, the mission went down a success. They came out the other side alive and in tip-top shape. No injuries. Nothing. Everything went perfectly according to plan, which was odd because Hangman had been chosen to fly too, and he went his own way on the occasion.

"Tell me how good I looked getting out of my plane, Boomer," Hangman yelled over to Y/N once they landed on the ground, a huge grin splitting his face. She rolled her eyes as she walked toward him and accepted the hug that he was offering.

"You look like shit."

"Language! Baby on board might've heard that."

"Phoenix and Bob haven't landed yet."

Jake was about to say something else, but then they heard the familiar sounds of a plane getting closer and closer. They shared a knowing grin and moved away from the landing zone. A few moments later, the plane landed and the two pilots emerged in an instant.

"Bagman, you weren't insufferable. Good job, Jackass," Phoenix declared as she patted the taller man on the back.

"Praise like that warms my heart; it really does," he retorted, his joking tone attempting to hide how truthfully his statement was. But he did have a genuine smile on his face as he nodded approvingly, his pride clearly shown.

Coyote and Payback were congratulating Bob as Y/N did the same with Phoenix, and Rooster arrived on the field a few seconds later. Once he reached them, they exchanged hugs, a big grin on everyone's faces as they all congratulated each other again. In the celebration, Bob managed to catch Y/N's eye,, and she gave him a questioning thumbs up as if she were asking, 'How's it going, cowboy?' like always. He shyly returned the gesture, blushing slightly but pleased nevertheless.

In his head, Bob had it all planned out. He was going to get out of the cockpit and tug his helmet off - somehow his hair would stay perfectly styled in this dream - then he'd spot Boomerang. She'd be swooning the moment she saw him. He'd sweep her up in his arms and kiss her right there on the runway where anyone could see them. But that didn't happen. Of no fault of anyone, they happened to be dragged into conversations with other people. And by the time Bob got to her, his adrenaline had dipped significantly, and he found himself unable to go through with his plan.

Instead, he simply stood there with his mouth open, then promptly closed it as she once again brushed his hair back into place when they were finally beside each other. "Hi," he greeted softly.

"Told you I'd see you tomorrow."

"Don't forget tomorrow's tomorrow."

And then she was hugging him and laughing and smiling, and he was drowning in the joys of being able to hug her back. The excitement and exhilaration coursed through his body in waves as she held onto him tightly, like she never wanted to let go. And in all honesty, neither did he. It didn't matter if the rest of the world could watch them - all he wanted to do was spend every single moment with this girl.

She pulled away first. She looked at him with a bright and radiant expression. He stared back at her, awestruck. Unable to look away from her. Unable to think straight. Unable to move.

The flash of a camera broke the spell. They both snapped their heads toward the source of the noise, realising that Rooster had seen the two of them and decided to immortalise it forever. He was looking at them both with a wide, stupid grin across his lips. There was no mistaking the gleam of amusement in his eyes. Bob glared at him as Y/N gave him a playful shove and muttered, "Stop smiling like that, creeper."

Unsurprisingly, The Hard Deck was where the celebration was held. Honestly, Bob wasn't much of a drinker. Sure, he'd been drinking before, but he didn't really like getting drunk all that much. Yet they'd almost died. Again. Why not? Why not have a little fun? That was the sentiment running around his head as he drank his cocktails. Why not get a little wild?

"To not dying!" Bob slurred to himself as he took a big gulp from the cocktail he'd just bought. If he was going to get wasted, the stuff he was drinking would have to taste good. That martini made him feel really wavy. The alcohol was starting to kick in; he was sure of it.

It became apparent how much it had kicked in as he walked up to Y/N as she was talking to Jake and Ruben and attached himself to her side like some sort of overly affectionate pet, swaying in time to whatever tune that was playing. She jumped at the unexpected side hug but eased when she saw who it was.

"Hey," he slurred, trying to come off as nonchalantly as he possibly could. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Bob, bud, how many drinks have you had?" Y/N questioned, looking down at his glass and then back up at his face, which was gorgeously flushed due to his intoxication. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him try to make sense of the words she spoke.

"I dunno. Like...a hundred or something?"

Hangman knew this was a golden opportunity to tease Bob. How could he not? That's how he shows affection to his friends. "Woah, one hundred? That's a world record, I'm sure," Jake barked mischievously, laughing at his friend's expense. Y/N shot him a glare and shook her head disapprovingly, but there was no denying how she smiled at his comment, no matter how hard she tried not to.

Since he was inebriated, Bob had no quals to retort, "Least I'd have a world record, man whore," and all of them let out a giggle at his insult. He then turned and looked directly at Y/N after finishing the last of his drink, a sly smirk plastered on his face. "That a good jab?"

"Great one, cowboy."

"Nice."

The other two men laughed at the scene playing out before them. But Y/N was far too distracted by Bob now, so she didn't notice. She only focused on the way he seemed to grasp at her tighter, pulling her even closer to him. It felt nice being close to him. He usually wasn't very touchy with anyone else. But it seemed that tonight was different. Why he chose Y/N to be all cuddly with, she had no idea.

But, nonetheless, she enjoyed it and was grateful for it. It wasn't every day super cute, super hot Robert Floyd decided to have a cwtch so she'd have to savour it while it lasted and it looked as if he needed some aid to stand so she wrapped her arm around his middle.

From across the bar, Rooster nudged Phoenix and gestured to their buddies. "Guess Bob's little crush is common knowledge now," Bradley joked as he sipped his beer, thoroughly amused by Bob's actions.

"You knew too, huh?"

"He's pretty obvious about it."

"He's pretty wasted too."

No kidding. Despite being in public, Bob was completely okay with running his hand up and down Y/N's waist and squeezing it every now and then when he wanted more of her attention as she tried to carry on with the conversation she was having. Her cheeks were dusted pink, and she hoped to god that neither Hangman nor Payback wouldn't mention it because she'd never be able to live it down.

"Y/N, it's your round," Jake announced as he handed her her empty bottle. "Take your tag along and get him some water."

"Aw, man whore, maybe you do have a soul after all," she replied in a teasing voice as she gestured for Ruben to hand over his drink too. He downed it and placed it between her fingers before she walked away with Bob trailing behind her.

"You want to sit down for a while?" she urged as she patted the bar stool next to her. He nodded, still smiling dopily as he plopped down on the plush stool and swung his feet back and forth.

Penny gave Y/N a chuckle as she saw the usual uptight and meek look that usually adorned Bob's entire existence. Now? Now he was acting like some love-sick puppy who was waiting to be given love and attention from the woman beside him, which was absolutely adorable.

"Water for him?"

"Please."

With Penny off to deal with the drinks, Y/N turned her attention back to Bob to brush some of his hair back in place. "Love it when you do that," he murmured to her, a small smile grazing his face.

"Do what?" She whispered back.

"Put your hands all on my hair. Makes me feel special, y'know, like I'm really important to ya." He reached for her hand and moved it to his cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over her knuckles as he gazed longingly up at her. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him - his eyes were glazed over and unfocused, a soft smile tugging at his features as she started to stroke his skin with her thumb.

"You are important to me, cowboy."

Because of her words, Bob leaned into her touch and hummed happily at the contact. Y/N smiled as her fingers traced circles into his skin, a feeling of peace spreading throughout her chest at the sight of him in such a state of contentment.

Everything about the look that was upon his face was so sweet, so caring, so...perfect. It took everything in her power not to lean forward and kiss him right then and there, to reassure herself that he was real and real and not just an illusion that she conjured in her tipsy mind. But she didn't - she didn't dare risk it. No matter how much she craved the closeness that was radiating off of him, she knew that it wouldn't be good for either of them.

"Water for the drunk lieutenant. Beer for the soon-to-be drunk lieutenants."

"Thanks, Penny," Y/N answered as she took the glasses from Penny and passed the water over to her companion as she paid.

Bob looked at the water with confusion."It's water-flavoured vodka. Just came in," Penny lied with a smile, having persuaded intoxicated customer after customer to hydrate for their benefit. Bob nodded his thanks and downed half of his drink at once.

After swallowing the liquid, he glanced at Y/N. "Want to try?" he asked, holding out the cup towards her.

"You keep it for yourself," she chuckled as she helped him up to his feet. As she took hold of his hands to steady him, he swayed on his feet and grinned. "Easy does it, Bambi."

Once he had somewhat stood upright, Y/N grabbed the beers and led him back to their friends, passing them around as Bob nursed his 'vodka' water. Hangman and Payback were busy playing pool, so Y/N walked over and placed a beer in Jake's hand.

"About time, sugar tits."

"Ever the gentleman, Bagman."

Time ticked on, and eventually, most of the other pilots reached a similar level of intoxication as Bob, whom they allowed to drink alcohol again and completely depleted all the effort Y/N had made to help him out. Fanboy even yelled out, "Come on, Bobby! Gotta up your drinking game, man." And Bob did just that.

Sometime during the evening, Bob had detached himself from Y/N's waist and left to use the bathroom. When he returned, she had seemingly left already. He noticed her absence immediately and found Phoenix to ask, "Where's - where's Y/N?"

"I don't know. Outside, maybe?"

Boom. That's where he was going to stumble towards. Without another thought, he made his way outside, weaving his way through the drunken revelry and towards the back door. Once he got outside, he spotted Y/N leaning against the wall, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the night sky.

"Cold, darlin?"

She jumped in surprise, turning quickly around to face him, and sighed heavily in relief once she realised it was just him standing there.

"A little."

He approached her hesitantly, as if unsure of how she might react, then he said gently, "Here." He held out his arms for her, and she gladly accepted his offer and stepped into his embrace, wrapping hers tightly around him as he enveloped her in warmth. "Better?" he whispered into her ear.

Of course, she nodded, snuggling her face into his neck and inhaling deeply. "You smell like someone spilt booze all over you."

"I did."

Both of them burst into a fit of giggles, unable to control themselves due to the amount of booze currently running through their bodies and the happiness and warmth of each other's presence. After a few seconds, though, they both calmed down and pulled away slightly to study one another's expressions.

They looked at each other for a moment longer until his eyes drifted downwards to her lips, then up again to meet her gaze. A shiver ran through Y/N, but not necessarily because of the chilly air. She could feel her pulse begin to quicken when he inched ever closer to her face until her back hit the building behind her.

The sound of music inside was faint, and the party raging on around them only amplified the silence, yet it hardly mattered because the world suddenly seemed to slow down and stop in its tracks as he brought his lips towards hers. The kiss began softly at first, hesitant and gentle, but gradually grew in fervour and heat until it was nothing but passionate.

One thing was certain: Bob sure had no trouble giving in to the urge he felt when it came to Y/N. His tongue grazed lightly against her bottom lip, begging her to open up to him, and she obliged without any hesitation. His free hand went straight to the nape of her neck, pulling her tighter against him while the other rested firmly on her hip.

Coyote, who only came outside for a breather, came across this scene by chance and stayed silent before snapping a picture to show the rest of the gang the hot new gossip.

Luckily, that ensured that he didn't see the moment that Bob instinctively shifted his knee between her thighs in such a suggestive manner, causing a moan that escaped through her parted lips.

"Fuck, sorry," he apologised and removed his knee in an inebriated hurry. Y/N didn't seem to care, however, as she simply continued to stare down at him through her lashes, a lazy grin spread across her face.

"Don't apologise, cowboy." She reached out with one hand to push a stray strand of hair out of his face as he looked up at her in surprise."You know, Nat and Mickey are here, so that leaves both of our rooms free for a while."

Bob's cheeks blushed red. "Uh - yeah," he trailed, eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back again. "Yeah, that's true."

"Why don't we take advantage of that then?"

Her words sent his brain into overdrive as he watched her smirk in anticipation of his response. In less than five seconds, Bob's face lit up into a brilliant beam as he lunged forward to capture her lips in a deep and desperate kiss, making sure he placed his hand behind her head so she wouldn't smack into the brick wall behind her. It was an answer in itself, and a very obvious one at that.

"We need to stop for two minutes for me to get an Uber."

"Don't want to stop now..." He mumbled against her lips, tightening his grip around her hip as he deepened the kiss, trying to convince her not to break apart yet.

However, Y/N was not having any of it and slowly started to pull away, halting the kiss with a small smirk plastered on her lips. Bob pouted adorably at her for that little interruption, and she let out a laugh at his expression.

"Two minutes."

With haste, she retrieved her phone from her back pocket and got them a ride back to their bunks. Bob tended to be a patient man, yet he couldn't wait two minutes and tried to distract her by kissing her neck, which in turn caused her to giggle with a gasp at his attention. And she had to tease, "Impatient, aren't you?"

"Only for you," he muttered into her skin, his voice filled with a deep desire for her. He felt her shiver beneath his lips and smiled smugly to himself, knowing that his words had elicited such an intense reaction from her. He pressed his lips harder against the spot, feeling the goosebumps rise on her shoulders under his mouth as he sucked a light bruise there. "I've been wanting to do that since I met you."

His words were breathy and soft, almost too quiet for her to hear them, but Y/N heard every single word perfectly. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she tried to come up with something witty or clever to say in reply to him. All she managed to muster up was a husky, "...Good."

Eventually, the car came and they disentangled themselves to get in. The ride home was short and relatively uneventful, except for Bob's continuous grip on Y/N's thigh throughout the entire drive. The couple was soon inside Y/N's room - only because it was the closest - and she shut the door behind her.

Y/N swiftly was pulled against Bob's body, his lips capturing her own for yet another long, lingering, searing kiss that made her knees weaken at the feeling. His hands made their way under her top and caressed her bare skin lovingly as his lips moved against hers with such hunger and desire, he wasn't able to help the groan that erupted from his throat.

One of her hands slid down the front of his trousers and found his belt, undoing it swiftly and tugging his pants to the ground. Bob followed suit, removing Y/N's shirt from her body and tossing it aside before sliding his hands underneath her jeans to squeeze her ass lightly. He leaned down, burying his face in between her breasts, causing another moan to emerge from her as the feel of his warm lips on her sensitive skin set fire to the very core of her being.

"Bob..", she gasped as his teeth sunk in lightly, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back. "Let me go find a condom. You better have taken your shirt off by the time I get back."

Sleepily, he yawned, "Will do," and watched with sleepy eyes as she hurried to find protection.

It took her several moments, but once she returned from the en suite with a condom in hand, she found that he'd taken his glasses, flopped on her bed and had fallen asleep. She stared at him for what felt like forever, taking in everything about him: the slight stubble, the messy curls, the sleepy, content smile plastered across his face, and the muscular back that he hid so often.

There was something so enchanting, so mesmerising, in how natural he looked with the moonlight through the window illuminating every inch of his handsome face. She wanted so badly to wake him up, to kiss him senseless again and again, but after seeing him in this state, she couldn't. He was too cute like this.

Instead, she climbed into the bed and covered them both in the duvet, careful not to nudge him and left a gap between them so he was not disturbed, before falling asleep herself.

By the time Phoenix had gotten back to the room she shared with Y/N, the pair had inched closer and Bob had slung his arm around Y/N's waist possessively with the tip of his nose pressing into the nape of her neck.

Oh, Nat had to take a photo. She had to. How else was she going to update the group chat?

A few hours later, Bob woke up abruptly upon realising someone was in the same bed as him. Holy fuck! He immediately shot his head upwards and noticed that the person beside him was Y/N, his movements waking her up from her peaceful slumber. Y/N rubbed her bleary eyes sleepily and blinked a few times, before smiling at him when he sat upright.

"Morning," she greeted, her voice still hoarse from her sleepiness. She could tell just by looking at him that his memory of the night before was a little fuzzy.

"Did we? Did we you know?" he asked in a whisper, slightly blushing from embarrassment as he lowered his head shyly and scratched his cheek.

Reaching towards her bedside table, Y/N showed him the unopened condom. "You fell asleep."

"Oh, thank the lord." He let out a sigh of relief before noticing how her face fell and hurried to clarify, "No! Not like that. I meant it... like, I want to be sober when that happens. With you." Bob paused for a moment. "Not that I'm complaining about waking up next to you, of course, I like that. Just, uhm, it would be nice to remember it."

He looked away bashfully and cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. Y/N chuckled before reaching out and grabbing his face, turning him back to face her. "Hey, hey," she said softly before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I think I'd like that too." She leaned over and began to place kisses all along his jawline until she came to a stop right beside his lips.

After pausing for a moment, she leaned forward slightly and planted a gentle kiss against his lips, one of her fingers pushing his hair out of his face. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"I love the fact that you two are together now, but can you shut the fuck up? I don't want to leave my bed until tomorrow afternoon," Phoenix grumbled from where she lay.

The two broke apart and laughed sheepishly at each other's antics, as if embarrassed that they had forgotten she was even there in the first place. "More sleep sounds good to me," Bob chuckled and rested back down on the pillows as he snuggled closer to Y/N, pulling her against his chest. With one final kiss to the crown of her head, both lieutenants settled down to sleep off their hangovers.

There was no way either of them would let go any time soon. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not even tomorrow's tomorrow.

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Story Summary -> The two BAU younglings clearly feel something other than friendship towards each other. Despite how much Morgan and the rest of the team tease them, the dynamic duo progress at their own adorable speed.

Tags -> Idiots in Love, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Drinking, Awkward Flirting, Touch-Starved, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug

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Over the years, Spencer had grown more accustomed to people touching him. He still didn't like it. Still, he would prefer if he was left untouched. But if someone held their hand out for a handshake, he no longer declined the offer. He did rigorously wash and sanitise his hands after every encounter with a new person, though.

The rest of the team had begun to notice this new, more relaxed Reid. Coincidentally, this change had occurred a few weeks after a certain Agent Y/N had joined the BAU — the young woman, whom Derek had affectionately begun calling her 'Peanut' since she had dethroned Reid as the youngest of the squad and had brought a peanut butter sandwich for lunch on her first day.

Together, the two youngsters had become fast friends. The new arrival quickly took a liking to Spencer's quirky personality and was the only person who allowed him to ramble on and on for as long as he wanted, about whatever he wanted, without interrupting or changing any of his train of thought. Whereas Spencer was particularly fond of the way Y/N always gave him a helping hand socially whenever he needed it. He knew he wasn't the easiest to interact with sometimes, but with Y/N's advice and guidance, he was getting better.

After a particularly disgusting case, the team were on the jet and on their way back to Virginia, and they were all ready for a long weekend. The 'dynamic duo', as they'd become known, sat next to each other, both quiet and absorbed in their own thoughts. "Hey, look at Pretty Boy over there," Morgan whispered to Prentiss, nudging the arms she was holding her drink in and causing it to splash down her shirt. He snorted but was quick to apologise, "Sorry, we can have a wet t-shirt contest later if you want payback."

Emily brushed her hand down the wet patch as she glanced in the direction of the duo to find Reid pretending to read. His book was firmly in his hands, yes, yet his eyes flitted between the page and the woman beside him, who was busy watching the clouds outside the window. Spencer's eyes were practically hearts behind his glasses as he watched her, his mouth slightly open and his tongue poking between his lips, and he looked utterly fascinated, completely enamoured.

"Oh, that's adorable," she smirked, looking sideways and catching Morgan's eye with a knowing smirk.

Y/N finally took her focus off the window, realising she was being stared at by the younger brunette. "What?" she questioned curiously, giving Spencer what she hoped was a questioning smile. Reid suddenly realised how creepy he must appear, staring at her like that, so he tried to pretend that he wasn't doing anything weird but couldn't help smiling an incredibly goofy smile in return.

"You look tired, Y/N."

"That's no way to talk to a lady, Reid," Morgan interrupted, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile playing on his lips. "You still look beautiful, Peanut."

Spencer dipped his head to hide the frown that appeared due to Morgan's comment, and his fingers gripped onto his book a little tighter, which was obviously noticed by the profilers opposite. Even Hotch let out a quiet huff of something that sounded like laughter from where he was sitting, having turned around to see the display. "I didn't mean it like... I, uh, I just..." Spencer trailed off, trying to come up with something to say. He looked across to gauge Y/N's reaction in the hopes she'd help him out and not embarrass him further.

Instead, he found himself looking straight into her bright eyes, which had crinkled at the corners as she giggled at him. Her hand made its way to his thigh and gently squeezed in an effort to comfort the confused boy, who had seemed to turn into a blushing, flustered mess in front of her, and her smile grew impossibly bigger at his bashfulness. "I've been called worse, doctor. Don't sweat it."

With that, she went back to watching the passing scenery, while Spencer and Derek stared at each other, having a conversation with only their facial expressions. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Morgan was trying to urge Reid to do. It seemed that Reid was reluctant to go through with it. He looked across at Y/N and bit his lip nervously before shaking his head.

For the next hour or two, they all tried to get some shut eye, some more successful in their attempts than others. Prentiss was snoozing with her cheek squished against the glass. Hotch had spread himself out and had a sleep mask on, so who knows if he was truly sleeping or not? JJ had fallen asleep a couple of minutes into the plane ride; she'd called Henry, and then boom, out like a light. Rossi had brought along a neck pillow and draped it around his head, apparently content to sleep away the remainder of the flight with the occasional snore escaping his slightly opened mouth.

Derek, well, he had his eyes closed, but he had yet to drift off. He was too busy listening to the dynamic duo as they were in the throes of a passionate conversation, both of them leaning forward intently towards one another, their heads close together, and their voices hushed.

"I don't know what to tell you, Spencer, but I know - with one hundred percent certainty - that I'd prefer to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer over Star Trek any day."

"You've got to be kidding me?" Reid said, almost shocked that she could ever consider such a thing. "Star Trek has endured for over fifty years. It transcends generations, and it's still going strong!"

"Yeah, well, have you even watched Buffy?"

"No." Spencer narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever seen Star Trek?"

"No." He opened his mouth and seemed as if he was about to continue, but gave up with a laugh and shook his head in amusement. Y/N grinned at him and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, as if she were assuring him that this argument meant nothing and it was just for fun.

"If you wanted to, and I, uh, u-understand if not, I'd be willing to endure a Buffy marathon with you. Any time."

His voice faltered slightly, and for a moment, it was like he forgot how to breathe. It felt like his heart stopped beating momentarily. For a second, he could feel his stomach churning uncomfortably, but the sensation vanished quickly, and Y/N nodded her head in reply, unable to contain her grin at his response.

"You can try and turn me into a Trekkie if you'd like."

"Oh! Okay, yeah, I'd like to. W-we can arrange that. We can sort that out."

They soon settled down enough to fall asleep, heads resting against each other's, and failed to notice Morgan whisper, "My man," under his breath. He peeked out of one eye to catch a glimpse of the good doctor and his soon-to-be sweetheart. Prentiss was right; he thought they were adorable. And Derek had half a mind to take a picture and send it to Garcia.

After that, it was impossible not to notice how comfortable Spencer had gotten while interacting with Y/N in every way. The team was unsure whether the pair had actually gotten together yet, but they knew it was only a matter of time. The boy wonder often rambled about how they went to the library, the cinema, or had those TV watchalongs. And it seemed that the pair were so close that they'd developed their own sort of language, even if they were unaware of its existence.

"Hey Spock," Y/N greeted as she entered Morgan's hotel room, where they'd been going over the case for hours, her hands coming down on his shoulders to gently massage them. He'd positioned himself right on the edge of the bed, so Y/N took the opportunity to kneel behind him and rest her chin on his shoulder.

In this particular case, Reid had to read through thousands of pages of a psychopath's very descriptive diary, which was filled with gruesome descriptions and diagrams of torture. The rest of the squad had gone to dinner, yet Spencer had waved them off. They knew there was only one person who had a chance at changing his mind. "Take a break?" But instead of stopping like she asked him to, he continued reading until she pulled the book out of his hands. "...Please."

"Fine," he replied with a sigh. "The unsub-"

"A total break. No work talk."

"But -" She gave him a look, one that was stern but soft at the same time, and he gave in.

As she went to pull away, she noticed that his hair was a complete mess. "Did you brush your hair today? Or at any point this week?" she teased while she reached up to brush through his thick locks with careful fingers, untangling the knots she spotted with ease.

"We were called out pretty early this morning, Y/N," he reminded her with a playful inflection in his voice.

He tried to say something else, but it died in his throat as her fingers worked through his hair, massaging his scalp in such a way that he was turning to mush in her hands. His body relaxed, and his head lolled back against her palm. When she finished detangling his hair, she continued to further relax him with her touch until he let out a borderline embarrassing whine. "Ah! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make that noise," he told her, sitting bolt upright in embarrassment. His ears were bright red as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, as if he could somehow rub away the blush that had appeared on his face.

Frankly, Y/N was proud that she could pull a noise like that from him. There was no doubting that it would be imprinted on her brain forever since it was so cute. She grinned in triumph while she tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. "No need to apologise, Spence." To show how little of an apology she needed, she resumed working her fingers through his hair again, this time more forcefully and with a little more pressure, causing Reid to once again moan softly at her pleasurable treatment. They stayed like that for a while, neither really caring that much about how fast the time was flying by.

Just as another noise fell from Reid's lips, Morgan re-entered his hotel room and stood there for a few seconds in stunned silence when his eyes landed on the embrace his two friends were sharing on his bed. "Well, well, well," he started, making them jump out of their skin. "I'd prefer it if you use your own room to canoodle, kids."

Their faces flushed as they scrambled apart from each other as though they had been caught doing something forbidden. "Uh... we weren't... we... we...uh..." Reid stuttered incoherently, completely failing to find the words to explain themselves without sounding like an absolute idiot.

"Pretty boy, I'm just teasing you," Morgan told him, holding his hands up in surrender as he walked closer to the bed, his gaze shifting between Spencer and Y/N. "Although I'm planning to get at least two hours of sleep, either you guys leave or you give me the keys to your room, your choice."

Looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes, the pair made a silent agreement and shuffled out of Morgan's room quietly. As soon as they were in the hallway outside, both of them burst out laughing, both at the awkwardness of their situation and at how they were probably going to endure even more teasing.

They began to slowly walk in the direction of their rooms, both of them swinging their hands and almost knocking them into each other with every step they took. Their laughter faded away and was replaced with nervous smiles, the awkwardness still lingering in the air. It was only when they neared Y/N's door that one of them spoke up. "Are you hungry? We both skipped out on lunch earlier, so..." The brunette asked suddenly, looking down at her with hopeful eyes.

"You want to go and grab food?"

"Maybe we could order to the hotel? I haven't eaten anything all day except for breakfast."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

"Funny enough, they have."

Soon enough, they were huddled on Y/N's bed, surrounded by Chinese takeaway boxes, and watching cable TV as they ate, talking animatedly as they enjoyed each other's company. By the time they'd finished their meal, they hadn't managed to wipe the grins off of their faces once. And neither of them were willing to move an inch from their spot. They were too cosy, too warm, and too full from eating, so as the night turned into morning, the pair were once again side by side as they drifted off.

From that mission on, whenever Reid needed calming down, Y/N knew exactly what to do. And after getting used to it, Spencer began to ask beforehand. Not vocally, no. Whenever he wanted her to play with his hair, he'd simply and subtly tap her thigh, which was his way to silently plead for the girl to pet him. Obviously, their coworkers had witnessed many strange things over their years as profilers, but none of them expected to ever see the touch-phobic Dr. Reid urge someone to initiate physical contact with him. It was a rather shocking revelation for everyone who knew him.

It all came to a head one evening when the squad convinced Reid to join them for one of their after-work bar nights. Morgan had heavily stressed the fact that Y/N would be there and she would want to see him, and as much as the doctor didn't particularly enjoy these nights out, he was swayed by the suggestion anyway. The only problem was that Y/N had caught the attention of the recently hired bartender there, who proceeded to flirt with her nonstop. Reid, due to his lingering second thoughts about the outing, was last to arrive and, as soon as he walked through the door, was already regretting his decision.

"Doctor, you're late," JJ teased, nudging him with her shoulder and gesturing towards the bar. "It looks like Y/N's still ordering our round if you want to go and add yours onto the tab. Rossi is paying, so go wild."

"Have you ever known me 'go wild', JJ?" Reid asked dryly as he headed in the direction of the bar.

"Tonight could be your night. You never know, Spence."

That sentiment rang through Reid's head as he approached the other half of his duo. Y/N was smiling, but as he got closer, Spencer noticed a certain fakeness to it, almost as if the girl was forcing it. A bolt of something sweet went straight to that big brain of his as he realised she never looked at him like that. All of her smiles had been genuine when they'd been directed at him. And that was proved when Y/N caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and broke out into a real, goofy grin that caused him to do the same. "I was wondering if you were ever going to turn up," she greeted him cheerfully, holding her hand out for him to hold. He took it, and to his delight, she pulled him in for a hug.

She was a little wobbly and a lot more giggly than usual, so it was obvious she'd had a few drinks. Judging by the glare he was getting from the bartender, Spencer assumed she'd got those drinks for free as a way to sway her affections. There was a flush to her cheeks as she looked up at him, and his heart skipped a beat when he caught a glimmer of something in her eyes. "Do you want a drink, doctor?" she asked playfully, tilting her head to the side and giving him a coy look. "They do mocktails if you'd like something fancy."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll take a mocktail."

"I'll get them," Y/N volunteered, squeezing his hand before releasing it and waving the bartender over. The guy was quick to try flirting with her again, despite the fact that Spencer was right there and still had his arm wrapped around her.

Did the bartender not see him as a romantic threat? How was that possible when he was literally the one who was closer to her in every sense of the word? Was it so unlikely? Reid's brain was working overtime, desperately trying to come up with a solution to this issue as he stood there, helpless, watching the bartender make a very flamboyant and fruity-looking mocktail.

"Are you wearing a new cologne, Doctor?" Y/N questioned, a hint of flirtiness in her tone. It was just enough to cause Spencer to very loudly gulp and avert his gaze. Accidentally, he looked directly at Morgan, who gave him (what Derek intended to be) an encouraging wink. Whether it was was another thing.

"Uh, y-yes," Reid managed to squeak out before mentally kicking himself for being so obvious.

"It smells nice. You smell nice."

"I do?"

"You do."

Before Reid could thank her, the bartender placed the drink right between them, and that disturbed any response he would eventually mumble out. Instead, he hurried to take a sip as an excuse to not say anything other than a hum of approval. It was delicious - he had to admit that. Maybe he should branch out from extremely sweet coffee once in a while.

Throughout the night, Reid stayed glued to his friend's side and did his best to ignore the knowing looks the other members of the squad were giving him. Y/N kept him on his toes with the amount of times she caused a blush to appear and his IQ to drop by twenty each time she made a playful comment. By the time they left the bar, he was a total mess. And although Y/N had only been a little tipsy - it seemed that she only needed a little bit of liquid confidence to act upon her feelings - he was determined to make sure she got home. Working a job that constantly forced him to see the worst of humanity, well, he had an obligation to ensure nothing bad happened. Safety first, after all. Getting more time to hang out with her was a close second, though.

The pair made it back to Y/N's apartment in no time. It was a relatively short walk, and the streets were quiet at that late hour. The night air was warm and humid, and the moon was full, giving their journey an ethereal glow. Neither of them said much. They didn't need to. There was no need to break the comfortable silence as they made their way closer to her door.

Spencer let Y/N lead them up to her apartment door. He even allowed her to hide behind him when one of her drunk neighbours stumbled into the elevator they were in because she didn’t want to interact with him. She stood behind him, her hands on his hips and her forehead resting against the back of his shoulder. It was only when the drunkard - who'd not paid attention to Spencer at all - left that Y/N came out from hiding. "Sorry, Spock. Last time, he spoke to me about buying a timeshare for a full hour, and I couldn't go through that again," she apologised sheepishly.

"I hide to avoid talking to my neighbour almost every day. It's a small price to pay for peace and quiet."

"That doesn't surprise me."

Once they were inside her apartment, Y/N immediately flopped face down on her couch. Spencer plopped down beside her feet and, without prompting, untied her laces and slipped her shoes off. He then did the same with his shoes, leaning back and getting comfortable.

"You're so sweet to me, Spock," Y/N muttered, lifting her face from the pillow she'd squished herself into to look at him. What she was greeted with was adorable. Reid had his hands intertwined behind his head, sitting criss-cross applesauce with his eyes closed. Because of how he looked and how sweet he was, Y/N got to her knees and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. His eyes snapped open, and his jaw dropped so he was gaping at her, blinking slowly.

"W-what was that for?"

"For being you."

"Oh. Okay." He tried to hide his confusion, but the look on his face was priceless. For all his intellect, he couldn't work out what the hell she meant. So, to give him a helping hand, she gently placed her hooked forefinger under his chin and tilted his head up so he'd meet her eye.

"For making me happy," she whispered, pressing her lips to his in such a way that Reid was so startled by her display of affection that he forgot to respond for a moment until his hands came up to either side of her face and deepened the kiss.

That was all it took to send him plummeting into the depths of lust-induced oblivion. Spencer was acting purely on impulse as he pushed Y/N down on the couch and pressed his body into hers, trapping her underneath him with his knee between her legs. Breaking apart, he let out a breath and leaned his forehead against hers. "Morgan is going to be so smug," Reid joked. "When he finds out I kissed you."

"You kissed me?" Y/N repeated jovially, winding her arms around his neck. "Is your memory different from mine, Mr. Eidetic?"

"I'll just tell him about our second kiss."

Before she registered how smooth that had been, Spencer's lips were back on hers. He was eager and hungry and intent on making her dizzy. He held nothing back, and neither did she. Their lips collided in a storm of moans and groans, tongues tangling and fingers clutching at each other. Reid moved away for a moment to take off his tie and undo the first few buttons of his shirt. "It's getting a little warm in here," he muttered, finally realising his skin was on fire thanks to her touch.

With this new stretch of skin uncovered, Y/N couldn't help herself and attached her lips to his newly uncovered collarbone, kissing up his neck to his ear and biting down gently on the lobe. He made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and he let his head fall back so he was looking at the ceiling. Her fingers toyed with the remaining buttons of his shirt, teasing them open to get access to the skin underneath. Reid kept his eyes closed as she continued her exploration, enthralled by the attention she lavished upon him. Eventually, she was able to slide the fully opened shirt off his shoulders and run her palms down his sides until she reached his belt.

"Spence? Do you want to continue?" Y/N asked, her voice breathless yet understanding. He beamed at her with eyes as wide as a bush baby. Reid could barely form a coherent thought but clearly still held some grasp of his gentlemanly nature.

"Let me take you on a date first. Please? There's a few showings of The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari at the Palace this month. I've been trying to gather the courage to ask you for seven months, eighteen days and -" He checked his watch. "Ten hours and thirty-three days."

"You're adorable, Doctor Reid." She nudged the tip of her nose against his and let her hand trail up to rest in his head, her thumb drawing soothing lines against his pink cheek. "I'd love to."

Their glee was evident. It was palpable. Spencer placed his hand on her thigh, just as he'd become so accustomed to over the months, and expected her usual response. Yet, when Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair and lightly tugged his chin up, her eyes focused on his lips, he wasn't disappointed with the change of routine. Quite the opposite.

"Do I have to wait until our date to kiss you again, or am I allowed to do it now?" She coquetted, raising and wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manner.

His response was instant. "Now!" He cleared his throat, afraid that he'd been too eager. "I mean, now if you want. Yeah, uh...now." She peppered his cheeks with sloppy, wet kisses until he was breathless and desperate for a proper smooch. It didn't take long before he was guiding her into position to get what he wanted.

It was safe to assume that their very intelligent, very observant colleagues were going to be difficult to hide from. Especially when, in all the excitement, Spencer left a hickey on Y/N's collarbone. One that was just a few centimetres too big to be hidden by her work shirt.

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Cowboy & Piggy

Story Summary -> No, Adrian had not been crushing on his colleague. That's just, like, not true in the slightest. It's not as if the moment she became available, he said something he could never take back.

Tags -> Idiots in Love, Violence, Fluff, Fights, Butt Dialing, Break Up, References to Supernatural (TV 2005), Identity Reveal, Co-workers, Self Confidence Issues, Punching, Smut

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Fennel Fields wasn't a good restaurant. It didn't have the funding franchise restaurants do, nor did it have the homegrown passion of a family-owned business. It just existed to make money for the boss, who wasn't even there most of the time. The food was cheap and unhealthy and often covered in cheese, so whoever was eating it was far more focused on that cheesy goodness than the fact that the meatballs tasted a fair bit like horse.

All of the employees were underpaid and underappreciated by their bosses, so why the hell did Adrian Chase work there? As of late, he'd been earning a steady income thanks to Task Force X so it wasn't a financial decision. It wasn't to conceal his identity either - if anything, he'd almost revealed his secret at Fennel Fields too many times to count. Why, oh why, did he work a menial job with an awful wage when it mainly consisted of being ordered around and shouted at by customers and managers alike?

Well, he wouldn't get to see Y/N if he left.

The best part of his day was when she rushed through the double glass doors and, as soon as she looked up to find him standing at the counter, she'd do a little half smile and greet, "Hi Ade, how late am I today?" He'd check his watch and tell her the exact time, often adding a little comment like 'it's your new record', or 'not as late as yesterday', or 'you missed the bus, didn't you?' Adrian was down bad. He memorised her shifts whenever the rota was posted and swapped so she wouldn't have to go too long without his presence. It was stupid and a little stalkerish, but it kept him going.

Half - if not more than that - of all of his shifts were spent watching her with big puppy dog eyes, just admiring from across the room as she worked. It was pathetic, he knew that. And even if he didn't know that, their other coworkers were more than willing to point it out to him.

"Drooling over Y/N again?" Taylor jeered as he slapped Adrian on the back of the head to snap him out of the trance he'd been in ever since she started bending over a table to clean it. Hey, she had a great ass! Was he supposed to not look? It's human nature to look.

"Ah, no. No, no, no, of course not. I wouldn't... I don't..." He spluttered helplessly, flustering himself into an even deeper blush at the implications. "We are just friends. Pals. Buddies. Y'know, all platonic and shit."

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Sure." He said sarcastically, unaware that Y/N had walked up to them at the moment he teased, "You're a lost cause, man. I'd give up. She'll never like you. You're, uh... you."

"That's not very nice." Y/N gave Taylor a stare that told him exactly what she thought about his comment and turned to Adrian, placing her palm gently on his forearm as she assured him, "Any girl would be lucky to have you, cowboy."

He smiled shyly and nodded, feeling incredibly grateful for her words because they'd given him some kind of hope that the thought of them, yeah, maybe it wasn't so outlandish. She thought he was dateable. Maybe not dateable for her, but at least she saw enough qualities within him that she believed he had the ability to be dateable to someone. And if he was cool enough in her eyes to get a nickname like 'cowboy', there must be someone else who thought the same and was available.

Though, the term had come from their first shift together when Adrian got so nervous meeting her and his mouth decided to talk about the movie 'Cowboys and Aliens' the entire time. By the end of the day, she may not have known his name, but she did know that Robert Downey Jr was originally set to be the lead but there were scheduling difficulties because he was filming on the 2nd Guy Richie Sherlock Holmes movie and had to be replaced by Daniel Craig.

The next time they worked together, Y/N tried to get Adrian's attention but couldn't since he'd never told her his name. So, she called out, "Cowboy guy!" and, surprisingly, Adrian turned around. He pointed to himself as if to say, 'Me?' and came running as soon as she nodded.

"You didn't tell me your name." She tilted his name tag so she could read it. "Adrian."

"That's me."

"That's you, cowboy."

That, as they say, is history. Not only did a hot girl give him a nickname, but she continued to seek him out whenever the job got boring and she wanted someone to talk to. Or someone to ramble on and on about useless stuff at her. Adrian was that guy™️.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't give him false hope." Taylor remarked with a sly smile. "The girl he's drooling over is way, way out of his league."

Whatever Y/N had planned to do was cut short. She stopped in place.

"I didn't know you liked anyone." Her head tilted as she surveyed Adrian's entire flushing face. "I thought you told me everything?"

That was mostly true. Adrian did have a habit of spilling his guts to Y/N. So far, there had only been two things that he managed to keep under wraps - his secret identity and his secret crush - yet every other thought he had, she had been told about it.

"I, uh, I.. I gotta keep some cards to close my chest." Adrian mumbled out, glancing away before continuing, "But, uh, it's okay, y'know. She doesn't like me like that."

Scoffing, Taylor confirmed, "No, she certainly doesn't." Y/N slapped his arm for being so rude, so he was quick to justify himself by adding, "She's got a boyfriend, doesn't she, 'cowboy'?" and left the kitchen as quickly as he could.

As much as it killed him to say, yes, Y/N had a boyfriend. He was cool and handsome and a total dickhead. That wasn't Adrian's jealousy talking; Steve was just like all the jocks that had beat up Adrian in high school - all macho and womanising - and if he had to try to quantify how many times Steven had cheated on Y/N, Adrian wouldn't even begin to know what two-digit number to guess.

Y/N sighed, "Oh, I'm sorry, that sucks. There's plenty more fish."

"Yeah... Maybe. I don't know." Adrian shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant about it as he possibly could - he probably wasn't very convincing given that she was still looking at him with so much sympathy on her face - and he didn't feel like elaborating further. "How's Steve? Is he coming in today?"

The quick change of topic was noted by Y/N, yet she simply replied, "Nope!"

"Oh?"

"Told him not to. If you do see him though, tell me so I can hide."

"Why'd you wanna hide from your boyfriend?" He wondered out loud curiously, tilting his head as he examined her. Then, his eyes went wide as he realised what he'd said. "Shit, don't answer that. Unless you want to. It's up to you. Obviously. You can tell me if you want to. Not that you should. You can. I want to know. Not in, like, a creepy way, but in a 'I'm your friend and I'm here for you' way..."

He proceeded to spiral into a nervous ramble that overexplained everything and had at least 4 completely irrelevant tangents, none of which made any sense whatsoever, while Y/N stared at him in amusement. His words were coming out at a mile a minute, and they just kept coming, and she had learnt that it was best if she just waited for his breath to run out.

His rants always went in a weird direction. And unlike other people, Y/N liked his weirdness. It was her favourite thing about him. Well, that and his dimples. Or how easy it was for him to make her laugh. Or that mole on his cheekbone. Or the way he'd push up his glasses with his middle finger and forget that he was technically flipping her off, only to realise and purposefully flip her off playfully.

Or his biceps, which she hadn't seen often as he usually kept to baggier, unflattering clothes, but she had seen them once when a customer spilt their drink on her and she hadn't brought a spare top. Adrian had offered his cardigan to her, and she finally got a small glimpse of what he looked like underneath it. It's safe to say she was impressed.

Adrian was cute when he was rambling - he was always cute, but especially so when his brain had no control over his mouth - so all Y/N could do was to beam at him and softly laugh every time he'd start to babble nonsense. After a few minutes, his breathing finally calmed down; he blinked twice, cleared his throat, took a few deep breaths, then looked up at her.

Thanks to his rant and how wildly he gestured, his glasses were slightly crooked on his nose. Y/N fingers hovered by his ears as she scrutinised his glasses and tilted them back into place and gently brushed her fingertips through the hair just above his ear so it wasn't so unruly. Adrian swallowed. It was an audible gulp that caught Y/N's attention, and she met his eye.

He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, so Y/N was blurting out, "Sorry, cowboy. I should've asked before I did that. Consent and all, y'know?" to apologise and smooth things over.

"You can touch me whenever you want to."

Shit. That was a little too obvious. 'You can touch me whenever you want to'? That's what his mouth came up with? In his head, it sounded innocent enough, but as soon as it left his lips, he scrunched his eyes up in embarrassment. That is not something you say to a girl with a boyfriend.

A blush came to Y/N's cheeks. She knew he was awkward and often said things without thinking before they came out. He hadn't intended that sentence to sound the way it did, she was aware, but there was a hint of hope that maybe, just maybe, he did mean it exactly as he said it.

"I'll, I'll be sure to remember that next time I invade your personal space," she joked with a sheepish smile.

All of a sudden, doing the washing up became very appealing to Adrian. He needed to be doing something; he needed to have something to split his focus in order to remain in one piece. Any more slip-ups with Y/N and he would become a mess. He made a big deal of turning the tap on and squidging far too much washing-up liquid into the sink.

The sound of the rusty pipes and gushing water almost overwhelmed Y/N's voice as she uttered, "Steve and I, we, uh, broke up."

Adrian immediately switched off the tap. It took him a second to register what Y/N had said. "What?"

"We broke up. I called it quits with him."

Boom. A bomb had been dropped. This was huge news. The biggest news ever. They had broken up. Like, officially. It wasn't everyday that something so great happened in Adrian's life, so he was ecstatic.

"Thank God!" he cheered, completely forgetting to put up any facade or pretend that he wasn't over the fucking moon.

Steve and Adrian hadn't been the best of friends, but in the limited interactions they had had, Adrian had been polite to her ex-boyfriend. Y/N raised an eyebrow at her friend's display of excitement.

"I thought you two got along?"

"He was an asshole, Y/N! Seriously!" His grin was almost manic, and his hands shook as he clapped them together a few times. "You're so much better off without him."

"Hell yeah, I am!"

His happy mood was infecting Y/N. Before, she'd been going back and forth on whether breaking up with Steve had been the right thing to do or not, but now, thanks to Adrian's support, she knew it was 100% the right choice. Yeah, they'd been together for a year or so, and giving that up instead of working on it could be considered a waste, but...

"He didn't deserve me. That cheating asshole didn't deserve a single minute, no, second of my time!"

At that, Adrian remembered one time when he caught her boyfriend ogling their coworker Jennifer, who had a very prominent chest. She was a provocative person. All her clothes were a little bit small and slutty - not that being a slutty was a bad thing since Adrian was a big advocate of women being sexually liberated and having the ability to fuck whoever they wanted to. Jennifer wasn't the problem, far from it.

The way Steve caught eye contact with him and gave him a look that screamed 'I'd hit that ass' turned Adrian's blood into pure fire. In his mind, Adrian couldn't fathom ever wanting to leer at other women when Y/N - his literal dream girl - was right beside him. Steve had a smoking hot 10/10 on his arm and still wanted to play the field.

Fuck that guy!

Still, it sucks to be cheated on. Despite the brave face Y/N was putting on, it still sucked to have your trust betrayed over and over and, as far as she knew, at least another 17 times again.

"I'm really sorry, dude," Adrian said, and meant it. He wanted to comfort her in some way but didn't know how without looking weird, so he just half-heartedly pinched at her arm, trying his best at reassuring. Y/N let out a tiny chuckle. It wasn't as bright as usual, but it was more than sufficient to reassure Adrian.

"Hey, it's all good. My plan now is to stay single until Mr. Right comes knocking at the door."

"Yeah? That's a good plan," Adrian nodded eagerly. "He's around; I'm sure of it."

"I hope he is. I haven't had an orgasm in the past - Jesus, how long? - year, I would love one right about now," Y/N laughed. Then, her brain caught up with what she'd said. "Not that you needed to know that. That was TMI, wasn't it?"

Was it? Was it really too much information? Maybe it was a little private, sure, but it was information that Adrian wanted to know. Well, he didn't want her unsatisfied and unhappy, but he now knew that he was capable of something that Steve hadn't thought about doing in an entire calendar year.

"I could fuck you better than he ever could."

There was a level of confidence in Adrian's voice that Y/N had never heard before. Her mind briefly blanked out due to the shock of hearing such words come out of Adrian's lips, and thanks to her dazed state, he got the wrong idea. His shoulders slumped, and his ears became bright ruby red.

"What?" she mumbled.

"What?" He parroted back, his voice raising into a panicked squeak. Maybe she hadn't heard him. At this moment in time, he wished she hadn't heard him. "I didn't say anything. Did you hear something? Could've been Jennifer. I think I heard her saying something like that the other day."

Y/N's imagination was going wild, and every single image that popped up was appealing to her. It would be a lie if she tried to say that she hadn't thought about it before, that she hadn't thought about him before. He was so nice and cute and had big biceps, and was one of the only reasons she stayed at her shitty paying job.

"I heard you, cowboy." His eyes shot to meet hers. "You finish at 6 today, right?" He nodded. "Are you doing anything after that?"

No fucking way! Jackpot! He grinned to himself and looked at his hands in the soapy water. He simply couldn't help it.

"I have a few errands to do."

She attempted to not sound as disappointed as she felt. "...Oh, maybe another day then."

"No! No, I mean, I'm totally free after 7. Once I do my shit, I'm, like, totally not doing anything, so if you wanted to - only if you want to. Seriously, no pressure or anything - we could watch a movie, or I have a bunch of video games we could play, or, I don't know... do something together and hang out and stuff? Anything you want, really. If you'd like?"

He cringed at how desperate he sounded when he finished his sentence. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin his chances. Yet Y/N wasn't dissuaded by his words at all. If anything, she was more than tempted.

"I'd really like that, Ade."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"...Okay. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Very cool, very nice. I'll text you my address."

Time flew by as Adrian couldn't wait to finish work. They continued chatting as they worked, but both knew they were subconsciously focused on what would happen later that night. It was like some kind of gravitational pull that was making it difficult to keep them away from each other for more than a few minutes, and it was driving both of them crazy.

6pm hit, and Adrian was speeding to his 'errand'. He pulled up a few streets away, yanked on his Vigilante suit, and was stalking his way towards a suburban house. Steven had posted an image of him next to his car (that wasn't even particularly fancy, so why he showed it off like it was, Adrian didn't know) whilst outside this very house.

Be careful what you post, folks, or somebody might use your images to find where you live so they can beat you up.

Technically, cheating isn't illegal. But it is a sin - not that Adrian was religious in the slightest - and Adrian thought Y/N should have the world, and this guy, this Steven, couldn't even provide her with basic human decency? Vigilante would be willing to expand his usual set of rules tonight. Steven deserved it.

Vigilante whistled to himself as he knocked and waited for Steven to appear. Once the asshole did open the door, Vigilante swung and hit him straight in the nose. "What the fuck, man?" The bastard grabbed his nose to stop the bleeding and stared angrily up at Vigilante. "Vigilante does house calls now?"

"This ain't a house call. This is a message." Adrian paused for dramatic effect. "You're a cheating scumbag! I should chop your shrivelled dick off for being such an ungrateful cunt."

"Who sent you? Was it Tina?"

"Not Tina."

"Abby, then?"

"No."

"Liz?"

"Liz, no."

"Penny?"

"Dude, are you for real?"

"Emily A?"

"Jesus christ."

"Emily L?"

"OMG, you're the whoriest whore to ever whore!

Steven stood there, mouth opening and closing a few times before his pea brain managed to say, "No, you," and despite how lacklustre of a comeback that is, Steven seemed proud of himself.

It was quiet.

Then, because both of these men will ultimately try to solve everything with their fists, the boys lunged at each other. Steven had never been smart - he knew Vigilante was adept at hand to hand and had killed people before and still tried to fight the guy - so as he saw an opening, he drove his fist into Vigilante's stomach. He was a beefy dude, so Adrian was aware that there was going to bruise there for a few days, but Vigilante had been in hundreds of fights. One blow to the stomach was not going to slow him down for long.

If anything, it urged Vigilante to be more vicious. With two quick punches - one to the groyne and another to the neck directly on his Adam's apple - Steven was crumpled on the ground in severe pain and having a hard time breathing.

"You hurt Y/N, you jackass!" Vigilante yelled, giving his reasoning away. Shit. He hadn't meant to divulge that. He'd been so caught up in the moment that it slipped right out. And so, before anything else gave away snippets of his identity, Vigilante left the scene and rushed as fast as he possibly could back to his apartment building.

It was 6.56 when he finally got home. He had 4 minutes - well, probably around 9 because of her tendency to be late - and he spent most of that time throwing his suit off. Did he smell like he had just beaten somebody up? He didn't really have time for a shower but could give himself a quick wipedown, a whore’s bath.

The punch patch on his stomach was something he couldn't do anything about. He could hide it with his shirt for the time being. If things went well and there was some under the clothes type action, she'd definitely see it. Would she care? Would she stay long enough to notice? The night would have to go either really good or really bad if it ended with him with his shirt off. In the best-case scenario, they would make sweet, hot, passionate love, and she'd become totally beguiled by his moves. Worst-case scenario: a fire. Or a battle. Or a war. Or maybe she didn't like him that way, which would be crushing, but he'd still pine from afar.

So, with the hope that he would be shirtless at some point tonight, Adrian began brainstorming excuses he could use. He'd never been a great liar, but he had to try. Got headbutted by a baby goat? Nope, he doesn't look like the sort of guy who'd do well on a farm. Walked into a bookcase? Fuck, that made him look clumsy as shit (which he was), and clumsy is not sexy.

What if he told her the truth? Would she believe him?

Three gentle knocks cut his workshopping short. Y/N was here. He took a deep breath, sprayed some cologne, and opened his front door.

"Hi."

"Hi," he said back, a crooked smile plastered onto his face. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird. "C-come, come in."

She walked through the doorway, and her eyes were immediately scanning his place as she slipped her shoes off. His apartment was mostly bare, apart from the geeky accoutrements littered here and there. There was a poster of Hellboy on the wall, his bookcase was filled with Dungeons and Dragons books - both guidebooks and the accompanying novelisations - he had multiple Critical Role figurines, and an old-looking gun on a stand.

"Is that the colt from Supernatural?" Y/N asked, walking towards the revolver.

"Yup. Yeah, it is," he leaned against his desk and rested his elbow over the surface. "It's one of the ones they used in the show. I got it at an auction on eBay. Pretty awesome, huh?"

"So awesome!" She knelt down a bit to read the inscription on the gun stand, and her eyes lit up a little when he casually lifted the gun up and handed it to her. Her fingers closed around it and gently touched the smooth, cold metal. "Do you like guns? Like regular ones?"

"Uh, yeah, I think they're pretty cool."

That was an understatement.

"Do you like gunslingers? Like, Dean? Or Percy de Rolo? Or Rambo, even?"

"I love Rambo!"

Something in Y/N's demeanour changed. "What about Vigilante? Do you think he's cool?" she asked, trying not to sound too eager for the answer.

Adrian looked back at her. He felt nervous about all this before she asked that, and now it had only increased. Y/N kept her eyes locked on Adrian, watching for any slight change in his face or body language as she twirled the gun between her hands. "Vigilante? He's cool," Adrian replied carefully. He tried to sound nonchalant and casual like nothing happened, but his voice cracked slightly upon saying his last word, and he cursed himself out mentally. "Do you think Vigilante is cool?"

Y/N looked down at the gun. "Steven called me before I got here - I don't know why I picked up but I did - and he was screaming down the phone at me. He kept saying that I was such an asshole for telling Vigilante to beat him up, but I've never met Vigilante," she explained slowly, her brows furrowed a little as she frowned. "Steven was certain Vigilante said, 'You hurt Y/N, you jackass!'"

The walls felt as if they were closing in.

"Weird," Adrian commented dryly.

"Yeah, it is weird." Y/N put the colt back down on its stand. "I only told you about my breakup."

A pin drop could be heard. It was so silent for far too long. The silence was so thick that Adrian wondered whether or not time had stood still and they were frozen in the moment.

"Either you told a stranger my personal information -"

"No, no, I would never do that."

"So, if I only told you and you didn't tell anyone else..." Y/N trailed off as she got closer and closer to Adrian until he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheeks. Her eyes flickered down to the hem of his shirt, and her fingers soon followed.

Fuck. He couldn't breathe. He didn't want to breathe. His brain was going wild. His lungs couldn't keep up with its demands to keep inhaling air because every breath was so shallow. Every gasp was so sharp and desperate. Every intake was so painful. Everything was hurting.

All Adrian wanted to do at that moment was run. Run. Just fucking run.

He broke from her grasp and crossed the room. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. What was there to say? 'I put on hockey pads and beat up criminals when everyone else is sleeping'? That made him sound kinda insane.

"Adrian, I'm not going to tell anyone." She said softly, her tone completely devoid of judgement as she reached out so he'd come closer. "C'mere, please?"

Historically, he'd never been able to deny her, and his streak wasn't going to end today. Though he was reluctant and slow to move, he let her take hold of his hand and was tugged closer and closer until the very tips of their socked toes were mere millimetres apart.

"You're doing good. Real good. Not that save the turtles corporate bullshit. There's a lot of bad people who slip through the cracks. And, yeah, maybe I'm not fully on board with all the murder and violence thingy going on, but..." Y/N's hand came up to cradle his cheek and gently stroked it. "You help me sleep at night; did you know that? You're a good man and a great friend, so please don't pretend that you're some monster."

And with those final words, her soft lips found his, and everything seemed to explode in sparks. It was like everything he'd ever imagined and more. He pulled her in by the waist as he deepened the kiss, his thumb drawing circles on her hip bone. Everything became a blur of sensation: her body, her hair, the scent of her perfume, and the faint taste of cherry chapstick on her lips.

Before he knew what was happening, he'd lifted her in his arms, and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back against the nearest wall.

"I should've dumped him months ago," she muttered against his lips. Her breathing was ragged, and he could feel her heart beating fast against his chest.

That sentiment was something said in his mind for the entirety of Y/N and Steve's relationship. They weren't a good fit. Literally everyone could see that. So, Adrian had to ask, "Why didn't you?" as he dragged his lips down her neck while his hand slid underneath her sweater and started roaming over the warm skin of her lower back.

"Because..." Y/N breathed his name. "... I don't know. I genuinely don't know. He was obnoxious and lazy and I always imagined it was you whenever we got intimate -"

She stopped midsentence when Adrian groaned at her words. "Oh my God, that's so fucking hot," Adrian moaned, finding her pulse point and sucking directly on the skin there. She was like putty in his hands, completely unable to pull away even if she wanted to. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tilted her head back, giving him easier access to her neck.

"You wanna fuck me, yeah?" he felt the need to confirm.

Just because she was grinding herself onto him, her hips rolling against Adrian's crotch, didn't necessarily mean she wanted to go all the way.

"Yeah, I wanna fuck you."

"Hell yeah, fuckin' sick."

If those hours in the gym were used to lift Y/N to his bedroom, then it was time well spent. They were a mess of tangled limbs and kisses, hands wandering freely as Adrian walked them to his room. The bed creaked as Y/N was set down upon it, her head falling backward onto his pillow with a soft poof. Adrian climbed above her with a knee on either side of her hips.

"Hi," he beamed.

"Hi baby."

His face softened at the nickname, and his lips formed into the widest smile his face was capable of, making him look as stupidly happy as he felt. With Y/N beneath him, everything just seemed perfect. Nothing was wrong with the world, and the universe had agreed to give him the most almighty of wins.

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping across her bottom lip and begging entrance without a second thought. Y/N eagerly opened her mouth for him, granting him permission as her legs widened to allow him to slot himself between them.

"Can you take this off? I wanna feel you," she urged, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He complied, shrugging it off casually and throwing it somewhere, and was immediately bombarded with the feeling of Y/N's palm drifting down his abs. "Jesus christ! You're shredded, dude!"

Adrian got a smug little look on his face as he watched her explore every inch of his body. But the way his eyes widened made her realise that he wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to people being nice to him and wanting to be around him. She could change that. She would change that.

"You're so hot." She ran her finger down his stomach and then along his navel, pausing momentarily to brush her fingers through his happy trail, before her hand continued its path even further down. "Do you want me to-"

"Fuck, do whatever you want to me."

Y/N could feel herself falling in love with him even more each minute. And she knew it would only get worse when undid his trousers to palm the bulge in his boxers, and he let out the most pitiful whine she'd ever heard. She laughed a little at the sound of it, kissing his bare shoulder briefly as her hand slid underneath his underwear and wrapped around him.

"Shit," he hissed, bucking up against her touch. He sounded desperate, and when she looked into his eyes, his pupils were dilated in arousal. His cheeks were splotches of red, his bottom lip hooked on his teeth, brows scrunched together, his chest moving dramatically and his gaze focused on the ceiling as he tried desperately to control himself as she jerked him off.

"Baby," she spoke lowly. "Look at me."

Slowly but surely, he tilted his head to focus on her, his green eyes meeting hers for a split second. She smiled and brought her free hand up to cup his cheek. "Your eyes are so pretty, cowboy," Y/N cooed. "It's almost impossible for a girl to look away."

"I watch you all day," he began, his face scrunching up when he realised how stalkerish his rant had started. "I mean, whenever we're in the same room, I can't help it. Part of me wants to make sure that you're safe, happy, and comfortable, and the other part just can't resist. I'm a moth, and you're the flame, y'know? You're bright and beautiful - you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen - and I can't help myself."

Her hand stopped. His chest heaving for a completely different reason now.

"Do you mean that?" Y/N asked in disbelief.

The only answer Adrian could give was an exhale and a "Yeah."

That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. And since it was so nice and she'd been in a relationship with a prick for so long, Y/N didn't know how to respond.

"Fuck, uh, forget I said that. I understand if -"

"Why would I want to forget?" she asked, surprising even herself with the firmness in her voice.

Adrian gave her one of those tight-lipped smiles that he usually gave whenever people made fun of him at work, and he just had to stand there and take it. "You know, you're you," he eventually explained, sitting up and gesturing excitedly, his hands brushing up and down her body. Then, his voice quietened when he added, "And I'm just me."

"Adrian, 'just you' is my favourite thing in the world."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. The gears in his mind were whirring furiously until his brain finally caught on to Y/N's words. In an instant, he was surging forward, kissing her hard and possessively with a vigour that left Y/N breathless. The smooch was long and hot and wonderful, and she wound her arms around his neck, holding him close as they continued to deepen their kiss.

When the need for air overwhelmed her and she had to break apart from him, they simply rested their foreheads together and giggled, both of their chests rising and falling rapidly as they struggled to catch their breaths. Adrian's thumb stroked her cheek, and Y/N couldn't help but notice that he was watching her with such affection it made her heart flutter.

That's why she had no qualms urging, "Let's get naked." Adrian grinned wickedly at her suggestion, leaning down to place another searing kiss on her lips as his fingers fumbled with the zip of her trousers.

They were both down to their underwear in five seconds and completely naked a few seconds after that. After the initial shock of 'holy shit, the hottest person I've ever seen is naked in front of me', Adrian got to work and pressed his mouth along Y/N's thighs, kissing his way up towards her centre.

But before the real pleasure could start, Y/N felt the need to warn, "It's just, uh, could you take it easy on me, cowboy?"

"Been a while?"

"You have no idea."

So, he started off slow. Very slow. He kissed the inside of her thigh softly and brushed his nose against the sensitive skin there. He traced light circles on her waist as he went further and further inwards until the very tip of his tongue made contact with her clit. She jolted at the sensation and bit down on her bottom lip, his name falling from her lips as she did so. Adrian kept going, and soon his tongue was swirling around the tip of her clit. It drove her wild, made her moan, and made her lose herself completely in his touches and tastes.

Previous partners had told him he was particularly good at this part and he was going to use that to his advantage. What if he ate her out so good that she never left and fell in love with him and became his girlfriend? Wouldn't that just be great?

Locking her into place with an arm locked around her stomach, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked so she was grabbing at his hair again, a string of whimpers coming from deep within her throat with every stroke of his tongue. "Oh my God, oh, Jesus fucking Christ," she swore as Adrian slipped two fingers inside of her and curled them as he sucked.

Her whole body tingled, a pleasurable ache taking over her stomach like someone was pulling a rubber band until it snapped. Y/N's eyes crossed, and she arched her back and cried out Adrian's name, her whole body shaking uncontrollably beneath his mouth. Steve had never been this attentive. He had never paid attention to her needs. Even when they'd been intimate, he'd been focused on his own pleasure. This was new. This was brilliant.

And there was no going back.

"You good?" He chuckled huskily, lifting up his head and looking at her with those captivating green eyes. Y/N nodded, unable to speak for fear of her voice cracking and giving away that she wanted him so badly, she felt like she might combust. "That was literally the hottest thing I've ever seen. Steven was, like, a complete dumbass because I'm gonna do that as often as I can.... Is that cool? You down for that? It's totally okay if not -"

"You can do that whenever you want."

"Cool."

"I can't believe I've been so stupid." Y/N huffed out a laugh and straddled his thighs. "You can fuck me better than Steve ever could. We could've been doing this months ago, and I wouldn't have wasted my time on him."

"Wish we could rub it in that asshole's face."

A light bulb appeared above Y/N's head. She momentarily got off his lap to search through all her clothes pockets, and once she found what she wanted, she returned to her previous position.

"Why don't we?"

"What?"

"A buttdial will make him furious." She waved her phone around, but she insisted, "If you don't wanna be on the call, it'll just be me. Or if it makes you uncomfortable all together, we can forg -'

No hesitation. "Put it on speakerphone."

"Yeah?"

"That's hot as shit, yeah."

Giddy with excitement, Y/N gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, gently placed Adrian's glasses on his bedside table, and found Steve's contact before putting the call on speaker. The prick didn't pick up, but they could still leave a voicemail.

"Oh God!" She moaned as she lowered herself onto Adrian's cock, her fingers gripping his shoulders when he was fully buried inside her, her body feeling deliciously stretched.

"Feel good, pretty girl?"

"So full." She breathed. "Never been so full."

In response, he gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him harder and deeper, making her whimper into his mouth. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he ground himself against her slowly, causing her to cry out and hold tighter. "That's right, baby," Adrian crooned in her ear, his voice low and seductive. "You sound so sexy like that... so sweet. So fucking beautiful."

Y/N bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting the vibrations of his voice send her higher on cloud nine. All thoughts of being mad about Steve completely vanished. Steve was nothing. Adrian was everything.

Sweat soon started trickling down their bodies, dripping between them as she reached for him to help him finish, and the sounds they exchanged sounded almost animalistic, needy, and dirty. And Y/N couldn't help herself. Her tongue drew a line up his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin and making him go feral.

He manoeuvred her back against the mattress, her phone squished between the duvet and her back, and held her wrist above her head as his hips thrust. His face was contorted as he rode her relentlessly, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he fought to contain himself and not cum before she did.

"Think if I rub this pretty clit, you'll cum so fuckin' hard?"

"Please, Adrian. Please, please, please -" She chanted like a prayer while she writhed under him, though her throat let out silent screams when he did exactly as he said.

Once she felt her orgasm approaching, Y/N wrapped her legs around him and panted, "On the pill. Don't worry." If Adrian was honest, he hadn't thought of that - even though he should've - but he wasn't complaining. Not one bit.

"Come on, baby. I want to hear you," he coaxed. "You gonna cum for me?"

Filled with awe, he watched as Y/N clenched around him with a look of pure ecstasy on her face, tears brimming in her eyes, and that was it. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. Adrian jolted, and his vision blurred even more than normal as he came.

Y/N smiled crookedly at him as he flopped his weight onto her, burying his face into her neck as they got their breath back. Now things were a lot more peaceful and slower paced; Y/N could feel her phone poking into her back and wiggled it out from under her, hanging up the call without saying anything else.

The pair cuddled together, neither one speaking or moving much for a few minutes. As he lay atop her, Y/N ran her hands lightly over the strong planes of Adrian's back, smiling at the soft sighs escaping from his lips.

"I gotta pee before I get a UTI." Y/N nudged Adrian's shoulder. "Where's the bathroom, cowboy?"

He gave her the directions and checked out her ass as she left the room. Then he turned onto his back and began excitedly fist-punching the air. "Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah. Me and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," he began to sing to himself, unable to keep in his glee any longer. And he was still smiling at the ceiling when Y/N slid underneath the duvet beside him.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah."

"Sick, lemme find my glasses."

Before he could shoot his hand out and knock his lamp off the bedside table, Y/N lifted his glasses up and delicately placed them on his nose. "There we go. How do I look? Like a sweaty pig, right?" She joked, brushing her thumb along his jawline.

"The sexiest pig I've ever seen."

"How many sexy pigs have you seen?"

"So many," he playfully replied. "Peppa Pig is my dream woman."

"Not Mrs. Piggy? She's hot as hell."

"Too high maintenance."

To further the joke, he took his finger and gently pushed the tip of her nose up so it would look more like a snout. She couldn't help but laugh. Well, she thought it was going to be a laugh, but it actually came out as a snort.

Calling the girl he was hopelessly in love with a piggy was not where he thought his night was going to go. But that's obviously his nickname for her now.

"See? My little piggy."

She gave him a halfhearted slap on the bicep, then snuggled into his side as he lifted his laptop from under his bed and onto his lap. Adrian picked some campy horror movie, and they barely paid attention to it since they alternated between makeout sessions and bouts of playful teasing.

An hour into the movie, Y/N's phone began to blow up with notifications.

Steven: Adrian?

Steven: You fucked that guy from work?

Steven: Slut

Steven: Absolute whore

Steven: Fucking 4eyes?

Steven: You fucked him?

Steven: Him? Of all people?

Steven: You fucking piece of shit

Steven: Tell me it's a joke

Steven: You're fucking with me

Steven: Baby, I know you didn't

Y/N: Did you not hear me on the voicemail?

Y/N: I thought I made it very clear that I did.

Together, they laughed at all the messages that came through. Y/N eventually blocked Steven and closed that chapter of her life forever. "That problem is solved," she reassured with a smug smile, earning a cheek kiss from Adrian.

He played with her fingers and wrongly declared, "If you think about it, we are the perfect pair. Me being a cowboy. You, a pig."

"How so?"

"Cowboys herd pigs. Duh."

Their romantic relationship officially started in hysterical laughter since Y/N cackled at his comment, and it would continue in the exact same way. They were devoted to not only each other, but making each other laugh, and from that moment on would ensure that their romance was fun and hot and exceedingly loving.

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