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"Run Rabbit, Run!" pt.1 - E.N

Summary: Y/n Wayne, Edward's obsession and love. He can't help but follow them, watch them, stalk them. A strategic 'run in' in a bookstore turns into a friendship, and that turns into a requited love. But of course, Edward goes to Arkham. Will that change anything, though? (In this story, the seawall bombing doesn't happen. Only the death of Falcone. This story makes more sense if you've read Year One, but if not you should still be ok! <3)

Content Warning: 18+, explicit language, yandere!Edward, stalker!Edward, self-hate, egotistical!Edward, obsessed!Edward, megalomaniac!Edward, mentions of murder, mentions of guns, edward comparing himself to a fox and y/n to a rabbit, sexual content, dirty talk, descriptions of sexual intercourse, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 6,608

Songs For Inspo:

Daydream In Blue - I Monster

Where Is My Mind? - Pixies

Every Breath You Take - The Police

~Read Below Cut~

'Y/n Wayne.'

Even thinking about her name gave him chills. A shiver scurried down his spine, fading at the tips of his toes. His glasses reflected the blue light of his laptop, eyes darting around as he scanned over the various articles. Pictures of y/n, each in different tabs, covered his screen. Each one was minimized so he could see all of them at once. It had become a part of his nightly routine.

"Research" he called it.

What exactly was he researching, though? A weak link in Wayne Enterprises? A way to gain access to more information? Blackmail over Bruce Wayne? Or, was he simply learning as much as he could about the Wayne family?

None of the above.

He was learning more about her.

His tongue darted out, swiping over his lips before retreating back into his mouth. It was late, he should be asleep, that's what most people would say. But, Einstein only took naps, was sleep really important? He didn't think so. Edward only slept when he felt like it was necessary. He used to get a tad bit more sleep, but his new "hobby" occupied that extra time now. With a click of his touchpad, he opened up a new article. Gotham Gazette. Tired eyes read the title, a hum of satisfaction sounding in his chest.

'Y/n Wayne Donates 3 Million To Gotham City Orphanage'

'"All I know is, children should have a safe place to call home. Even if they do not have a family, they still deserve love and kindness." She said as she left the orphanage.'

Edward's lips curled up into a small smile.

"A charitable, generous spirit. And yet, you are a Wayne..." He mumbled to himself.

An irrepressible yawn rose from his chest, eyes squinting slightly as his jaw slacked. He blinked away tears that formed in his eyes, wiping the excess away with his palms. It was at that moment he realized how badly the screen hurt his retinas, due to staring at it for over an hour. Edward grunted, yawning again as he zoomed in on a picture of y/n. She was sitting on a park bench, most likely at Gotham Central Park, right next to her older brother Bruce Wayne. Edward had found out through "research" that she was 28, just 3 years younger than him. Bruce, however, was 30 years old.

"So soft and kind in your appearance, yet aware, like a twitchy rabbit."

Reaching forward, he glided his finger tips over the image. He sighed, closing the laptop before standing up from his desk. If he continued to look at the pictures or read the articles any longer, he would be up all night. If it was the weekend, he could do that, but in the morning he had work. Work. He wondered, was that something that y/n knew of? Did she have a job, or did she simply live off of her dead parents money? Well, she did run part of Wayne Enterprises, so she did get money from that. But, her part in it was not huge, as it was mainly her older brother that ran the company. Edward knew that y/n was independent, as she didn't live with her brother in Wayne Tower. She had her own apartment, as a matter of fact, she lived near Edward. Though, that was not by coincidence. Edward had moved apartments recently, and when he did, he took into mind where y/n lived. So, because of his "strategic" planning, her apartment was directly across the street from his. It was concerning how obsessed he had become with her, the obsession had turned into stalking, and he so desperately wanted to have an encounter with her. Edward was always socially awkward and shy growing up in the orphanage, never having any friends or even trying to make any. He was too different. But, when he began his journey as the Riddler, he felt more confident and powerful than ever before. And y/n, well, every time he saw her...he felt confident in other forms. Edward looked down at the ground, seeing his growing erection hidden under his pants. He groaned, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath through his nose. Curling his hands into fists, he glanced back down at his laptop. He so badly wanted to open it back up and stare at the pictures of her for hours on end, but he did need to sleep, much to his dismay. If he showed up to work tired and sluggish again, he feared he might get fired. Getting fired was the last thing he needed, as a source of income was necessary to live in this shithole of a city. The twitching of his pants brought him out of his thoughts, hissing at the tightening of the fabric around him.

He ran his hands through is hair, muddling it up. Walking to his bedroom, he removed his belt, tossing it haphazardly on his dresser. Edward kicked his jeans off, not even bothering to see where they landed, his apartment was already a mess due to his plannings. In his t-shirt and boxers, he walked to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and staring at himself in the mirror. The throbbing underneath his underwear did not cease, as thoughts of y/n still raced through his mind. Some of them were innocent, he thought about what her favorite songs were, what her favorite color was, and did she have any childhood pets? But, the other half consisted of graphic fantasies. Edward did not consider himself to be a sexual man, but y/n evoked an animalistic feeling inside of him. To be fair, that's not all he felt towards her. He had many dreams about simply holding her in his arms, feeling loved for once in his life. But, again, he also had dirty thoughts. Images of her beneath him, back arched and mouth agape flashed by his eyes. He had heard her voice before, in interviews, and he imagined how her moans would sound. Would they be high-pitched, or would they be sultry and low? He favored the former, picturing himself making her feel so good that she couldn't maintain a consistent tone of her voice. He wanted to feel her touch so badly. He wanted to keep her safe. Oh, how he would love to protect her from the scum that populated this city. In a way, he already was. He would watch her apartment every night, keeping a close eye on who came in and came out. He practically knew everyone of the tenants schedules at this point. Edward spat the toothpaste and spit mixture into the sink, washing it away.

"The bookstore. That's when you'll see her." He mumbled to himself.

He brought a paper cup of water to his lips, swishing it around in his mouth. Spitting into the sink, he tossed the cup into the trashcan. Edward placed his hands on the edge of the basin, looking at his reflection. His eyes had heavy bags underneath them, a result from lack of sleep, his own fault. After a few seconds, he smirked, turning the light off and walking out of the bathroom. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he read the time.

'4:19 A.M'

He cursed under his breath, dragging his hand down his face. It was so late and he had to get up early. Edward had complete control over when he went to bed, and yet he chose to stay up and torture himself. Why? So he could indulge in his obsession with y/n. But, he wouldn't have to stay up late anymore. Tomorrow, he was going to take a big leap. He was prepared, but he just hoped everything went according to plan. Yawning once again, he got under the covers of his bed. The erection he had earlier was still there, though slowly fading away. It was a good thing, because he was too tired to take care of it like he usually did. Edward had gone through an embarrassingly high amount of tissues since his new 'hobby' started. He removed his glasses, placing them on his nightstand, looking back up towards the ceiling. The sounds of police sirens echoed throughout the streets as he slowly drifted off into sleep, a single thought crossing his mind before.

'This city is a stain on the earth.'

~

The morning came quick, and Edward went to his job running on 3 1/2 hours of sleep. He was used to it though. Work was the same as it always was for him: boring and easy. Being a forensic accountant was easy work, numbers always being a simple thing for him to understand, ever since he was a child. Though, just because he was smart didn't mean he got recognized for it. He would get accounts done quicker than expected, and his 'higher up' would get all the credit. Edward came to understand one thing about Gotham fairly quickly in his adolescence, and that was that the lower class did not get any recognition. But, he somehow managed to get through another soul-crushing day at KTMJ. It felt longer because of what awaited him. He stood outside the window of a small bookstore, peering inside subtly. Glancing down at the watch on his wrist, he nodded slightly before walking inside. Because of his penchant for stalking y/n, he discovered that she frequented this particular bookstore. Obviously, Edward took this as a sign that she liked to read. He did too, which gave him a bit of a one-up to start a conversation when he 'accidentally' ran into her. From what he had observed, the always came every other Friday, sometimes they didn't go, but he was willing to take a chance today. His bag from work was slung over his shoulder, laptop and his 'personal' ledger inside of it, filled to the brim with his thoughts and ideas. He walked down the aisles, pretending that he was looking for a book. Rounding the corner, he froze in place, withdrawing behind the shelf as he saw her. She was looking at the rows of books, specifically under the 'Horror/Thriller' section. Edward closed his eyes.

'Shh. You're okay. Just breathe. Now, go.'

Without another thought, he stepped out from behind the shelf. He let his eyes wander around the area. Edward continued to walk towards her, bracing himself for what he was about to do. Squinting his eyes shut, he walked directly into her, falling on his back. His bag, still around his shoulder, laid next to him. Just like he knew she would, she gasped and looked down at him. He held onto his head, faking a grunt as he met her gaze. Y/n knelt down, holding out a hand with a soft smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I trip you?" She asked softly.

Edward smirked internally, finding it amusing that she was the one who apologized even though he was the one who ran into her. It just goes to show how polite she was. He nodded, grabbing onto her hand and allowing her to help him get up. The feeling of her soft supple skin against his sent a shiver down his spine, just like he got when he looked at pictures of her.

"There's no need for you to apologize, I'm the one who wasn't looking at where I was going. And, no, you did not trip me...Ms. Wayne! I'm very sorry for running into you ma'am." He faked his surprise.

She shook her head.

"No, no, I have a bad habit of standing directly in the middle of the aisles. I get so focused on finding the book I want that I forget about my surroundings. And, please, call me Y/n. Me being a Wayne doesn't change a thing about my status. Or, at least I like to believe that." Y/n laughed awkwardly.

Edward groaned in his head, her laugh resonating in his ears. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. It made his heart warm and his lips form a smile. Now, it was time to start a real conversation. He had to get y/n interested in him.

"Well, that's understandable depending on what book you were looking at. Have you found one?" He asked suavely.

She shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. He took in her appearance, light makeup on her face, he had noticed that she really liked blush on her nose. Just like earlier, he had compared her to a rabbit, and the faint pinkish nose further solidified his comparison. She wore jeans and a dark burnt sienna sweater. A pair of mismatched converse covered her feet, which Edward found to be an interesting fashion choice.

"No, I haven't found one yet. I know what I want, but I just can't...find it? You know?" She shrugged, placing a book onto the shelf.

"Readers block?" He questioned.

"Oh, is that a thing?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I mean, maybe? I just made it up on the spot." Edward shrugged.

"Huh, well I like it. I'm gonna start calling it that...anyways, what kind of book are you looking for? Maybe that will help me." Y/n asked, whipping her hair out of her face.

Edward used every fiber of his being to not lurch forward and smell her hair. Though, he could detect a soft smell of peaches. It was a pleasant scent that made him want more. More of her. If he could just touch her...

"I was just looking for some of Shakespeare's plays. I've already read the majority of them, but I don't have them in my own apartment." He said.

"You like Shakespeare?" Y/n asked in bewilderment.

"Who doesn't?"

"I loved reading Shakespeare in high school, I got made fun of for it so much. But, being a Wayne might have had something to do with it too..." She trailed.

"Do you have a favorite play? I wouldn't mind re-reading a few." Edward hoisted up his bag, readjusting its position on his shoulder.

"Well, call me basic, but I really like Macbeth and Hamlet, the stories are interesting. Romeo and Juliet is a classic though, if you want romance."

Y/n walked over to the plays, scanning the shelves and removing a book. She opened it up, flipping through the pages. Edward watched closely, like a predator analyzing his prey for a weakness. Where would he strike, and when? Would he go for the throat and jump right into action? No. He had to be patient. If he was to truly win her love, he would have to do it the right way. But, he so desperately wanted to grab her hips. He pictured himself shoving her against the shelf, attacking her neck with his lips and teeth. Would she squeal like a timid rabbit? Would she enjoy it? Would she want him to do more? Would she beg for him to take her in this very aisle? Oh, he hoped so. He so badly hoped that she had the same filthy fantasies as he did.

"Mmm, here's one of my favorite quotes! 'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.'.." She giggled, looking down at the quote with a smile.

Y/n closed the book, sliding it back on to the shelf.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream. That's a good one." He nodded.

"I told myself growing up that I would not accept someone's love unless they spoke through the words of Shakespeare. It's easy to tell someone you love them, but finding a poetic way is harder."

He looked at her, fascination evident in his eyes. She was even more interesting in person. Of course, Edward knew she liked Shakespeare. He practically knew everything about her. But, to be discussing it with her face to face was an amazing feeling. He never wanted this conversation to end.

"Fuck, what am I saying? I'm discussing my childhood with a complete stranger. I never even asked what your name was!"

"It's Edward. Edward Nashton." He introduced himself.

"Edward Nashton...why does that name sound so familiar..." She hummed.

He felt himself sweat. Why did he tell her his real name!? What an idiot. Stupid, stupid, idiot. Her father knew him, of course she knows his name. Should he tell her? Should he tell her about Renewal? She was smart, he knew that. Eventually, even if he never told her, she would find out. If he kept it as a secret, it would likely ruin his chances with her. Damn it.

"Um, your father came to the orphanage I was homed in, back when the Renewal project started. I applied, but then he..." He trailed.

'Great first impression, bring up her dead father. Real fucking smart.'

Y/n noticed he looked guilty for bringing it up, so she put on a small smile.

"Did you ever get accepted?" She asked.

"No."

"Oh, I see. I'm very sorry about that. I was too young to take part in any of that...if I was able to, I would have done more than he did." She scoffed.

Edward picked up on the hint of resentment. Perhaps, she felt equally upset about the Wayne's history? Oh, how interesting...

"I don't hold on any ill will towards you, incase you were worried. I've seen what you've been doing for Gotham citizens, especially the children." He said.

That was true, he held no ill will towards y/n. Her family, on the other hand, that was a different story. Sure, he still had a fascination with Bruce Wayne, but he needed to pay for the sins of his father. Y/n did not. She was actively trying to do things about the corruption and violence in Gotham. Meanwhile, her brother stayed up in Wayne tower being waited on by a butler. Edward couldn't remember the last time Bruce Wayne did something as charitable as y/n did. A ringing in y/n's pocket echoed throughout the store, causing them to scramble to grab it. Looking at the caller ID, she shook her head and lightly sighed. She looked up towards Edward, holding up a finger with a sheepish smile. He nodded, wishing he could see that shy smile once more. Y/n stepped away slightly, answering the phone and holding it up to her ear as she leaned against a shelf. Edward could not hear the conversation, only what y/n was saying.

"Hey Brucey, what's up?" She asked.

'I need you to come to Wayne Tower. You know about drops, right?'

"Um, yeah?"

'I busted a dealing and I'm not sure where to go from here. I was wondering if you might have any leads since you live near the shady part of the city.'

"Shit, look, you know I'd help, but I really don't think I should get involved with that...hobby. I'm not a huge fan."

She looked at Edward, not wanting to be too open with information. Based on the tone of her voice, Bruce assumed that someone was near her. She knew that Bruce was Batman. Did she like the idea and purpose behind it? Yes. Did she want to get involved? No. Y/n loved her brother to death, but she did not want to get involved in his vigilante life.

'I understand. I'll figure it out myself. But, y/n, be careful. This city is filthy.'

"You know what, I can send you some information for it later on." She added.

'Oh, that's great! Thank you so much, sis. I really appreciate it.'

"I know, Bruce. I love you. Tell Alfred I said hi, ok? We should have dinner sometime soon." She hummed.

'That sounds nice, and I'll be sure to tell Alfred. I love you too, be safe.'

Y/n hung up the phone, sliding it back into her pocket. She walked back over to Edward, clearing her throat. He gave her a smile.

"Sorry about that, it was my brother. He asked if I would come over and help him work on a car of his. I'm not a big fan of mechanics." She laughed.

"It's no problem. I think I'll get A Midsummer Night's Dream, you've convinced me." He smiled.

"Oh, I'm glad! You'll have to let me know what you think of it!" She beamed.

"And how would I do that exactly?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah...I don't know why I said that. Oops."

He smiled, pulling out his phone and opening his phonebook. Handing it to y/n, he encouraged her to take it. She looked up at him, that pink nose of hers scrunching as she giggled softly. He could see her cheeks turn pink, and it wasn't just the blush. He felt confident. Cocky. Proud. He knew that she wouldn't reject him. She was too kind to do that to someone. He was purposefully shy and awkward, knowing that it would raise the chances of her not rejecting him. Everything had been planned out and was being executed perfectly.

"Have I earned the right to ask for your number?" He asked, grabbing the book off the shelf.

"Hmm, I'd like to think so." She smiled, inputting her information into the phone.

Y/n handed it back to Edward, pulling out her phone as well. Smirking, he told her his phone number and watched as she typed it into a contact. He could feel his heart race from underneath his rib cage. It thumped, pounded, beat like crazy and he could practically hear his blood pumping in his ears. Swallowing thickly, he gave her an awkward smile, still playing the part of a socially awkward man.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah? I still can't figure out what to get, so I think I'll just head back home. Bye bye, Edward!" She waved, walking out of the store.

He waved a goodbye, watching as she walked away. His eyes were focused on her hair, bouncing and swaying with her steps. But, his eyes trailed lower and lower, resting on the plump of her ass. The way it moved was almost hypnotic, sending him into a trance of desire and lust. But, he had to be patient. As with his plan for Gotham, he had a plan for y/n. If he skipped steps, everything would fall down. So, he simply watched her fade away, the natural bounce in her step resembling the hop of a bunny. A familiar shiver creeped down his spine, his body shaking in delight. He wondered if she would have the same natural bounce in bed. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild, feeling

'And there you go, gentle rabbit. As you hop through the streets, be calm, knowing that a fox is watching over you.'

~

He was a genius. His plan worked, and now y/n was eating from the palm of his hand. Back on the first night they met, he did not text her first, even though he wanted to. He had to make her want to talk to him. He had to make her want his attention. It was easier than he thought, though, as y/n found Edward to be an interesting man. He became a frequent guest at her apartment, pretending to be shocked when he 'found out' that they lived right across the street from each other. He no longer needed to 'research' her, because she would willingly confide to him about all of her problems, past, and thoughts. He was her friends, just like he had planned. A week turned into two, two turned into three, and then a month went by. Then, another month went by. And then another. It was October, and he was putting his plans for Falcone into motion. Everything was going perfectly according to plan. Of course it was, he had planned it. He never made mistakes. But, now, was another part of his goal that he needed to accomplish. Making y/n fall in love with him. And, he didn't have to try hard. As Halloween grew closer and closer, so did y/n's relationship with Edward. She found herself falling for him, face first into the dirt. He knew this. It was so obvious. Oh, it made him feel so powerful and strong, having a Wayne be in love with him. He could so easily manipulate it, use it as blackmail, but he didn't. This was for his own pleasure. He loved her and he was making her fall in love with him. It wasn't forcing, she was willingly doing it. It was so evident how head over heels she was for him. She was practically putty in his hand, and they both knew it. He could ask her to do anything and she would, well, with limitations of course, do it. Though, he would never ask her to do anything bad or criminal, no, no, no. Instead, he would ask for small favors...ones that he knew would drive her crazy and spiral further in love with him. The way she looked at him, it fed his ego so generously...

~

A knock at y/n's door caught her attention. She placed down the pencil she had in her hand, walking over. Glancing through the peephole, she giggled when she saw Edward on the other side. Y/n was quick to open the door.

"Eddie! Hi!" She greeted happily.

"Hello, y/n. I'm sorry to interrupt but the heater at my apartment building isn't working. Is it ok if I take a shower here?" He asked.

Y/n's cheeks tinted pink, eyes slightly widening. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Nodding, she stepped to the side, allowing him to come in. As he walked past, y/n took in the smell of his natural scent. For some reason, he always smelled like he wore cologne, even when he didn't. It was like a natural peppery smell, hints of pine and citrus as well. Y/n knew he loved candles, so it could be because he always had a candle lit and the smells just started to stick to him. Whatever the reason, y/n loved it.

"I'll go get a towel, but um, you'll have to use my soap and stuff." She said.

"No need, I brought my stuff. I had some extra, is it ok if I leave it here? In case I need to use your shower again in the future?" He questioned, slyly smirking to himself.

'Oh, how precious...she's blushing so deeply.'

"U-Um, yeah that's fine! Really smart! You're really smart, Edward!" She praised shyly.

'Yes, I already know that. But, say it again, it sounds so good coming from you...'

"Anyways, let me go get a towel for you." She smiled, leaving the room.

Edward waited till she left, noticing that the lamp on her desk was on. Curiously, he walked over to see what she was doing before he arrived. A pencil rested on an open sketchbook, the contents making his lips tug up in a smug grin. She had been sketching pictures of him. He was in her mind 24/7, unable to get him out, so much so that she needed to draw him. Some of them were normal sketches of him smiling, neutral, or frowning. But, then there were more risqué ones. Those intrigued him the most. There was one of him looking down, eyes dark and heavy, perfectly capturing how tired he looked all the time. Another one had him standing in front of a poorly drawn bed, the main focus being his own body. He was gripping the frame, hunching over it. It was drawn in a perspective that made him look down, almost like someone was below him staring up at him. Oh, he knew what was going through her mind when she drew that. After all, it was a thought he had quite often. One where she was beneath him, either on a bed or a couch, it didn't matter to him. But, she would look up at him with those doe eyes, completely bare and on display. He would look down, intimidating and ominous before ravishing her and making her nails dig into the skin of his back. Edward had heard of the 'cliche' promise of fucking someone so roughly that they'd break the bed, but he wasn't trying to be cliche. It wasn't playful dirty talk to him, no, it was a promise. And if he was ever given the chance, he would be sure to keep it.

"Ok, I put a towel in the bathroom. Y-"

Edward turned around, the sketchbook in his hand. Y/n was a mess, completely embarrassed. He knew she would get like that, which is exactly why he picked it up. Smiling, he lowered it from his vision.

"These are really good, y/n. I'm honored to be your muse."

"O-Oh, it's nothing. I j-just got bored, you know? And I know what you look like, so I figured I-I'd just draw you." She stuttered.

"This one is my favorite. Well, I'm going to shower." He said, walking towards the bathroom with a bag of his toiletries.

Y/n looked at the sketch he pointed at, face turning beet red. Of course it was the one of him looking down. God, why did she even draw that? Well, she knew why, but she was utterly embarrassed because he had seen it. And now, he was getting naked in her own apartment. Did he know what he did to her? The power he held over her? Yes, he did know that. After all, his heater was working just fine.

~

As time went on, Y/n knew something was up with Edward. The way she could see his lights on very late into the night. The way he never wanted her to come to his own apartment. But, all of her suspicions were answered one night. He did it on purpose, she was sure of it...

~

"I had so much fun with you tonight, Edward! Thanks for coming over." She smiled.

Y/n opened the door for him, watching him walk out and stand in the doorway. He looked at her and smiled.

"You don't need to thank me for wanting to hang out with you. I find it fun too."

He turned to walk away, but y/n called out to him. Edward stopped, looking back to her with a curious expression on his face. Y/n fidgeted with her hands. She knew what she wanted to ask, but she was terrified of what the answer might be. Of what it would be. There was no might. Deep down in her heart, she knew.

"Have you heard of this 'Riddler' man?" She asked.

Edward raised an eyebrow, walking back to the doorway. Leaning against the frame, he nodded. Y/n swallowed thickly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yes, I have. What about him?"

"W-Well, I've been a little scared. He seems to have a grudge against my brother...what if he starts targeting me?" Y/n sighed.

"Oh, I'm sure he won't come after you."

"How do you know that?"

"Just a hunch." He smirked, looking down on her.

That was it. It was in that exact moment that y/n knew. There was no debate about it. For the first time in a while, she felt true fear flood her body. A shiver ran down her spine, visible to Edward. He was playing with her. He was not saying he was the Riddler, but he wasn't saying he was not the Riddler either. But, if she suspected, then why didn't she tip off the police? Why did she not say anything? And most of all, why did she feel so hot as he looked at her. A serial killer, a friend, stood in front of her, and all she could feel was arousal. Edward smirked, he could see how rapidly she was breathing. Humming, he stepped towards her, forcing her to back away slowly. He closed the door behind him, holding a hand over his heart.

"You don't think that I'm the Riddler, do you?" He feigned surprise.

"W-What? N-No! W-Why would I think that?" She stuttered.

He continued to walk towards her until she was backed against her desk. Edward now stood in front of her, eyes looking down menacingly at her through the lenses of his glasses. She gripped the desk firmly, searching for stability. The sight alone made him lustful.

"Then why do you look so scared?" He questioned.

"I-I'm not, Edward. I'm not scared..." She mumbled.

"Yes you are. I can see it in your eyes. You're trembling beneath me."

"I-"

"Here. Call the police." He said, pulling out his phone.

"What?"

"Call the GCPD. Tell them that The Riddler is in your apartment."

Edward dialed 911 onto the phone, not pressing call. He handed it to her, crossing his arms over his chest. The phone shook in her hands, her eyes looking up into his. She should call them. But, she didn't want to. Yes, Edward had killed people...but they were all bad. Y/n knew better than most people how corrupt this city was, that was why she lived in a shitty apartment. She wanted to go through what every other Gotham citizen had to. That was why she donated money, volunteered, did whatever she could to help. But, these assholes did the exact opposite. They didn't give a shit about the people.

"N-No..."

"No? You won't call? Why is that?" He teased.

"Because, I-"

"Because you what?"

"Because I'm not betraying you! You're my friend, but you're sick in the head, Edward. I understand that you hate the corruption in this city, I do too. But, murder is not the way to solve it!" She cried.

"Oh, you're such a liar, y/n. You should already know how much I hate liars..." He seethed through gritted teeth.

"I-"

"I could kill you, easily." He muttered.

"Edwa-"

"Tell me the truth!"

"Because I love you!"

Edward smirked, stepping closer to her. He planted his hands on both sides of the desk, trapping her beneath him. Y/n was now breathing frantically, heart racing underneath her supple skin. He tutted, shaking his head as he leaned down to her ear.

"My, my, what would Bruce think? The citizens of Gotham? The news? Y/n Wayne, hopelessly in love with the Riddler. How sad..."

"Edward, what are you planning..."

"Mmm, why would I tell you? Because I love you?"

"W-"

"How would you feel if I told you that I had stalked you for months before I 'met' you?" He chuckled.

"What?"

"Do you think I coincidentally went to your favorite bookstore? That I just happened to live right across the street from you? I know everything about you, y/n. I've been watching you. Studying you. Like a predator stalks their prey. And you had no idea..." He smirked.

"Edward..."

"How does that make you feel? Are you scared? Petrified? Intimidated? Please do tell me."

Y/n whimpered, knees buckling below her. She was red in the face, eyes soft and hazy. Her mouth was partially open, lips shiny from her lip gloss. He could practically smell her fear. But a sickening scent of arousal hung thick in the air as well.

"Or do you like it?" He mocked.

"You're scaring me, Edward..."

"Is that why you're blushing? Is that why you're panting?"

He leaned forward, gripping his hands on her hips. She whined, biting on her bottom lip. Edward moved his knee to between their legs, roughly grinding it against her clothed heat. A pathetic whimper slipped from her lips.

"Is that why I can practically smell how aroused you are?"

"P-Please..."

"Do you get off on fear, y/n? Do you like being intimidated? Overpowered? At the mercy of someone else? The mercy of me?"

He moved his knee back and forth again, admiring how helpless she looked. She reached up and gripped onto his shoulders, throwing her head back. Edward scoffed, holding her head in place with his hand. He looked into her eyes as he continued to grind up into her.

"Talk."

"Fuck, y-yes, Ed! I l-love it! Please..." She groaned.

"You love what? Being at my mercy? Being afraid? Intimidated?"

"Yes! All of it!"

She leaned forward, snaking arms around his neck. Without a thought, y/n kissed him with force. He took no time at all to reciprocate it, hiking her up onto the desk. His tongue slipped into her mouth, teeth clashing against each other in the sloppy kiss. Edward pulled away, wrapping his hand around her throat. He slapped her face harshly, gripping her jaw.

"You're a fucking embarrassment to the Wayne family."

"I-I know..."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you. I know you want it."

"P-Please, Edward! Fuck me!"

He ripped her panties off, throwing them across the fl-

...

No, that's not what happened at all. None of that happened. It was a dream. A sick, sexual fantasy that y/n worked up in her head as she slept in her bed. She shot up out of bed, the center of her legs dripping wet. Shakily, she let out a breath, holding a hand over her chest as it heaved. Y/n definitely had feelings for Edward, that was a fact. But, she also had suspicions of him being the Riddler. He had never given any confirmation, but deep down in her gut she had a feeling. And what did her subconscious do with those feelings? It created a vulgar wet dream. Of course it did.

"He's not the Riddler. You're imagining things. It's paranoia." She whispered to herself.

She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand, the bright light making her eyes squint. It was late, but Edward usually pulled late nights. Shuddering, she called him, putting the phone on speaker. It was stupid, but she needed Edward to comfort her. The heat between her legs was still there, making her rub her thighs together.

'Y/n? It's the middle of the night, what's wrong? You kind of caught me in the middle of something.'

"Should I call you another time?" She asked.

'Uh, no it's ok. I have some time to...kill. So, what's up?'

"Well, I had a...bad...dream."

'Oh? What was it about?'

She blushed.

"Well, it was weird. I dreamt that you were the Riddler and you..."

She trailed, there was no way she was going to admit she had a wet dream about him. Fat fucking chance.

"...you were really scary."

Edward smirked, looking through the scope of the rifle. Still no sign of Falcone. Fuck.

'Really? Well, that's weird. I bet it was scary indeed.' He feigned curiosity.

"Yeah..."

'Well, it's ok now. It was just a 'bad dream'.' He cooed, emphasizing the last two words.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure of why he did that. But, Edward knew she was lying about the dream. He didn't doubt that she had a dream where he was the Riddler, though. Throughout their time hanging out, he had been leaving extremely subtle clues. Subliminal messages that would lead y/n onto his trail. But, he could easily tell when y/n was lying. When she lied, she had a habit of trailing off on words or adding emphasis to them. He could see right through her. He knew what the dream truly was. Maybe not the full context, but he knew what it was about.

"Sorry, I just wanted to call you. You always help me calm down."

'Of course, y/n. I'd do anything for you. And I mean anything.' He chuckled to himself as the clubs of the door opened.

"What are you doing Edward?"

'Shhh, you'll make me miss.' Edward giggled.

"Miss? Miss wh-"

The sound of a gunshot rang through the phone, echoing throughout the block as well. Y/n shot out of bed, running towards the window. Looking down, she saw cops around 44 Below. A street light shone down on a body and y/n gasped when she saw Bruce. Her eyes flickered towards Edward's window. There it was.

A sniper rifle.

"Edward!?"

'Oh, not now rabbit, I've got to run! I'll see you soon...'

The call hung up. Y/n stood there, phone limply held in her hand. She dropped it to the ground, seeing Bruce run into Edward's apartment. Her heart sunk in her chest, falling into the pit of her stomach. She was right about Edward.

And now he killed Falcone.

~

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FOX Gotham:

A plot: Jim Gordon going 😐

B plot: Bruce Wayne going 🥺

C plot: a torrid love/hate affair between a disabled machivelian mob boss and an autistic serial killer with DID. Spanning decades and including genuine friendship between two evil misfits, caretaking, jealousy, betrayal, political plots, murder of love rivals, attempted murder of eachother, love confessions, bi panic, identity crises, grave robbing, death traps, drug fuelled erotic hallucinations, jailbreaks, vendettas, flashy outfits, high camp public displays of obsession, trust shattered and rebuilt, self sacrifice and mutually assured destruction.

D plot: Ian from shameless going 🤡

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

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Prepare for the most ANGSTY and FLUFFY Edward Nashton fanfic you've ever seen. Literally might cry.

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If I could, I'd love to give Edward Nashton a hug and tell him that he's not alone. I want to sit down with him and ask him to give me riddles to solve. I want to listen to him. I want to smile at him. That's really all he needed.

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👍ok pookies I read u loud and clear

Who Should I Make A Fanfic About?

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"Strages"

Made in Procreate

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Different - T.K

Summary: Y/n has a huge crush on Klitz and has had one for a long time. While they are all hanging out at y/n's house, Klitz slowly realizes that y/n has a crush on him. Coincidentally, he has a crush on them too. THIS IS AN EXTREMELY LONG FANFIC BTW SO YEAH. (everyone in this fanfic is 18+ just like the movie)

(A/N: Sorry if this isn't the best, I haven't been feeling too great lately and I have a few exams coming up and its stressing me out.)

Content Warning: Explicit language, queer!Reader, bimbo!reader(sorta), autistic!Reader, lots of stimming, comfort item (stuffed animal), homophobia, ableism, lots of tics, alcohol, AFAB!Reader, fem presenting non-binary!Reader, they/them pronouns, underage drinking, f slur, virgin!Reader, virgin!Klitz, klitz being a total sweetheart, fluff, smut (no penetration), soft dom!Klitz, sub!Reader, mainly vanilla, dry humping, fingering, oral m!receiving, guiding through sexual acts, dirty talk, angst, body dysmorphia.

(PSA: Do not support the porn industry. It is built off of degrading and de-humanizing women and trafficking children. It is harmful to everyone AND yourself. <3)

Word Count: 16,393

Songs For Inspo:

XOXO (Kisses Hugs) - 6arleyhuman, horrormovies, Pixel Hood

Lovegame - Lady Gaga (MOTHER) (this is one of the main songs i used for this fic)

When Doves Cry - Prince

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

~Read Below Cut~

~

In high school, it was easy to get bullied based on how you looked. If you looked and acted weird though, you were a double target. Eli, Matthew, and Klitz were victims of this. But, funnily enough, they weren't the weirdest ones in their friend group. They had y/n. They were definitely a weird person, but they also had the most encounters with bullying just based on who they were. In the mid 2000's, if you were gay in any way, you were immediately a target to intense bullying. Y/n was queer, non-binary, and autistic. They were practically a walking punching bag with a sign that said 'Bully me! I'm different!'. It was sad, but it was true. No matter how many times they brought it up with staff, no one ever did anything about it. Their friends tried to stand up for them, but it would end up with all of them getting their shit rocked. They were a tight-knit friend group though, so they would always stand up for each other. The three boys had met y/n when they transferred to the school mid-freshman year. At lunch one day, the trio were eating at the table in the corner of the room. Klitz noticed a person getting shoved around, and being the sweet person he was, he stepped in. Eli tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. Reluctantly, the two other boys followed him in suite. And that's where the friendship began.

~

"H-Hey, don't do that!" Klitz stuttered, pointing at the person the jock was pushing around.

He stopped, holding onto the person by their backpack. Whoever they were, they looked defeated, like they didn't even care anymore. It was honestly a really upsetting thing to see. Matthew backed Klitz up.

"Yeah, what did she do to deserve you pushing her around?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The jock laughed, looking around at his friends that surrounded him. Roughly, he shook the person by their backpack. A soft whimper came from their throat and they looked down towards the ground. The bully pointed at them, aiming at their chest.

"You would think she's a girl, right? Well guess what? They aren't! Despite having these huge tits! Can you believe that shit? Here, why don't you explain it to them, sugar tits?" He asked, dropping them by their backpack.

Their feet hit the floor, sniffling as they adjusted their backpack. They glanced around the cafeteria to see everyone staring at them, feeling humiliated. Eyes flickered to the jock, looking back down to the floor.

"I-I'm..."

"Introduce yourself first. That way everyone knows who you are. Don't be shy!" He spat, shoving them to the ground.

"Hey! Stop it!" Klitz exclaimed.

Slowly, they stood up from the ground. Tears were streaming down their cheeks, wiping them away with the back of their hand. The jock was right, they did have a fairly large chest. It was obvious that the person was trying to hide it though, as they were wearing a hoodie. But, it didn't do much help at hiding them. The three boys watched in pity as they started to speak.

"M-My name is Y/n L/n..."

"Now tell them what you are." The jock laughed.

"I-I'm n-non-binary..." They mumbled.

"Non-binary!" The jock declared to the entire cafeteria.

"And what exactly does that mean?" He asked mockingly.

"I d-don't really identify as o-one gender...I just f-feel..."

"Oh, so you're a fucking faggot?" He asked.

The cafeteria erupted in laughter, causing y/n to shrink. The three boys scoffed. Aggressively, the bully pushed between their chest and they stumbled back, back hitting against a lunch table.

"If you're not a girl, then why do you have a nice rack, huh?" He asked, looking down at them.

Y/n choked back a sob, covering their chest with their arms. Klitz stepped forward, the two other boys following. His eyes were narrowed behind his glasses as he looked up at the jock.

"Dude, back off."

"Fags will protect fags, I guess. It's not even fun anymore. You won't be seeing the last of me, bitch." He hissed, walking back to his friends.

The trio turned around to look at y/n, seeing them wipe away tears. Awkwardly, the boys looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Matthew spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Sorry about that. He's always an asshole." He said.

Y/n nodded, not saying anything.

Eli nudged Klitz in the side with his elbow, gesturing down to them. He nodded back to their table. Klitz hummed, knowing what he was suggesting. Giving a quick glance to Matthew, he got confirmation before asking.

"Do you want to come sit with us?" Klitz asked.

Y/n looked up at them through their hair that fell in their face, nodding softly. They followed the boys, sitting on the opposite side of the table from them. It was quiet for a while, the boys all looked at each other, not really sure what to do or say. Y/n started shaking their hands wildly, breathing heavily as they did so. Eli widened his eyes.

"Woah, what the fuck are you doing? Are you ok?" He asked, genuinely worried.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine." They stuttered, shaking their hands out still.

Klitz watched as they stopped, instead clenching their hands in a fist over and over again.

"Well, what are you doing then?" Matthew asked.

"Stimming. I'm overwhelmed." They replied shortly.

Klitz's mouth formed an 'o', nodding his head. The two boys looked at him, not knowing what he knew. Gently, he lowered his head, looking into their eyes.

"You're autistic, right?" He asked.

They looked up, nodding.

"Are you going to call me a slur now? Go ahead, I'm too tired to care anymore." Y/n sighed, covering their eyes with their palms.

"No, no, no!" The boys said in unison.

"Oh, well, thank you. S-Sorry, it's my first day here and I've already been called one slur. I'm just kind of...shaken up after that encounter." They mumbled.

"That's understandable, Adam is a dick. He loves to pick on people who are easy targets. And, I guess since you're...?" Eli trailed, already forgetting.

"Non-binary. And I'm queer. So, double whammy. Well, triple I guess. Because of my autism." They groaned.

"I don't think we've ever met anyone who's non-binary before. You honestly might be the first person like that at our school." Matthew said.

"Great, I can't wait to be bullied about it more. Making friends is going to be so fun." Y/n fake cheered.

"Well, hey, you've already got us." Klitz said.

Y/n straightened their posture, looking at all three of the boys. They had had a little time to calm down, and now were able to fully process what was going on. Their eyes landed on the guy in the middle, widening slightly as they took in his appearance. A shiver went down y/n's spine as they realized how cute he was, even with his horrible haircut.

"Y-You'd want to be friends with me?" They stuttered, pointing to themself.

Klitz looked at the boys, both of them nodding and shrugging. Looking back to y/n, he nodded, smiling. A grin spread on y/n's face too, neck twitching ever so slightly. They all looked at them weird, and they chuckled.

"Um, sorry, tics. I get them when I'm nervous, or just randomly. So um, what are your names?" They asked, rubbing the back of their neck.

"Well, I'm Eli, that's Matthew, and this is Klitz. And don't worry, he gets tics too. Except his tics are drooling over the senior girls every time he sees one." He snickered.

Klitz smacked him on the shoulder and he winced. Y/n laughed, eyes squinting at the crude joke.

"Dude! What the fuck?!" He scoffed.

"My bad!"

"You guys are funny. I think we're going to get along well." Y/n smiled.

"So, can you tell us more about being non-binary? I think we're gonna need to know if we're gonna be friends." Matthew suggested.

~

The four of them got very close with each other after that encounter. Just like Matthew asked, y/n explained what being non-binary meant to them. They also explained their sexuality and their life with autism. Sure, everyone listened, but Klitz was the one who paid the most attention. Y/n noticed that immediately and quickly developed a crush on him. Through out the next 3 years, that crush grew larger and larger, until it became love. The three boys were always up to classic teenage boy shenanigans, but y/n was the one to ground them back down and slap sense into them. It was ironic though, seeing how y/n was the most hyper out of all of them, always wanting to party and dance. They were crazy at their 18th birthday party, even though it was just the four of them. They had their house alone since their parents left to go on a date, wanting to give their child time to hang out with their friends. Their parents trusted the boys a lot. Little did y/n know that the day after the party would be the day their 'secret' was revealed to Klitz.

~

Music blared on from the speakers in y/n's living room, making the floor shake. Their parents were going to be gone for a long time tonight, so they were going to party hard. For their birthday outfit, they wore a low cut pair of hot pink sweat pants and a cropped white tank top with hello kitty bedazzled on it. Y/n told the boys that they had to wear at least one pink thing to the birthday party, so they did.

"Ok, ok, Matthew, you've got a tie-dye shirt with pink in it, I guess that's acceptable. You pass with a B- though." Y/n giggled.

"Shit, there goes my all A's streak..." He sighed.

"Eli, where is your pink article of clothing?"

"My underwear."

"What?! Prove it!" They laughed, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink in their hand.

He shrugged, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor. The boys all groaned, shielding their eyes. Y/n choked on their drink, laughing and waving their hand as a signal to stop.

"SHIT! I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D DROP YOUR PANTS! OK, I BELIEVE YOU!"

"Wait, why do you even have pink boxers?" Klitz asked.

Eli put his jeans back on.

"Mixed a red with whites in the washer. Didn't think pink underwear would ever be needed for something, but here we are. Under the dictatorship of this person." He joked.

"Yes, that's right I am your supreme leader. Now, Klitz, where is your pink?"

"I'm wearing socks!" He said, pulling up his pants to reveal his pink socks.

"Ooh! It's a pretty pink too! Nice!"

"Thanks, I guess?" He chuckled.

"Now, let's party!!!!" They squealed.

The boys laughed, dancing awkwardly to the music that y/n had put together for the party. It wasn't any of their taste, but it was y/n's, so that's really all that mattered to them. Over the years of their friendship with them, they grew to be protective of y/n. It was most likely due to the fact that they were a victim of a lot of bullying. Thought, Klitz was the one that was really protective of y/n. He was always walking them to their classes, sitting next to them at lunch, offering them rides home. He was a very good friend. But, that's not what y/n wanted from him. They wanted to be more than friends. Little did they know that that's what he wanted too.

"G-Guys, I think I'm wasted. Am I wasted!?" Y/n cried, shaking Klitz by the shoulders.

"Oh, yeah I think you are." He chuckled.

"Oh fuuuck, what if my parents find out!? I'm supposed to be a goody two-shoes! I AM a goody two-shoes! What am I doing?!" They laughed, crying slightly.

"Woah, yeah I think you've had too much to drink. How about we just...take that away..." Eli said, taking the cup from their hand.

"What? Nooooo, I'm not finished! It's my birthdayyy! Give m-meee!" They hiccuped.

"You're shitfaced y/n." Matthew stated.

"Whateverrrrr! Pbbbtttt!" They groaned, blowing a raspberry.

"Oh, that's very mature." Klitz rolled his eyes.

"Tha-Thank youuuu! Pbbbttttt!" They giggled.

"I think it's time to end the party, y/n. It's getting pretty late anyways, we've been here for hours. We'd love to stay longer, but you need to go to bed." Matthew said.

Matthew was definitely the dad of the group. Eli, was the weird ass cousin that made everyone uncomfortable. And Klitz was the hot neighbor next door, well, at least that was y/n's opinion of him. He was the boy next door that they fantasized about every night.

"Ok dad! THanks dad! H-Hey, dad, can I stay up past my bedtime, dad!?" Y/n burst out laughing.

Klitz chuckled, picking them up and supporting them with his body. Their arm hung over his neck, gripping onto his shoulder. A hiccup left their throat.

"Mhm, he's such a dad. You think it's funny?" Klitz hummed, playing along with y/n's drunkenness.

"He-Heh, yeah!"

He waved to Eli and Matthew, letting them know that he had it handled. But, they already knew he had it handled. After all, he was very protective over y/n. Perhaps it was because they bonded the closest in the friend group, or maybe it was something more. Y/n saw the two boys leaving and waved.

"Ohh, bye bye! See you lat-later, taters!" They stuttered.

"Yep, they'll see you later. Did you open up your gifts yet?" He asked.

"N-No! I wa-wanna!" They whined.

"Ok, ok, let's get you upstairs first though. I'll come back down and get them after, ok?"

The two of them made their way up the stairs, y/n nearly falling down, Klitz catching them just in time.

"K-Klitzy, are you tr-trying to get in my b-bed!? In-Inappropriate!" They gasped.

"What? N-No! I'm just making sure you get in bed safely. You're drunk, y/n." He shook his head.

With a soft thud, y/n face planted on the bed. Klitz sighed, running a hand through his hair. Groaning, y/n kicked their feet back and forth, almost like they were pitching a fit. They slowly stood up, grabbing their tank top and lifting it up. Widening his eyes, Klitz quickly left the room, going downstairs to get the gifts. His friend was drunk and he wasn't going to sneak a look at their body while they were under the influence. He respected them too much. Sure, he was a little freaky dude, but he wasn't a pervert. He didn't even watch porn, that was all Eli. Porn actually made him extremely uncomfortable. When he came back downstairs, he realized that the living room was a mess. He groaned, knowing that he would have to clean it up. Well, he didn't have to, but he knew y/n would appreciate it. And, y/n was in no state to clean, they could barely even stand. Sighing, he grabbed the three gifts on the kitchen counter, carrying them upstairs. With a few knocks, Klitz waited behind the door to hear y/n say come in. But, they never did.

"Y/n, can I come in?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah!" They hiccuped.

Just in case, he covered his eyes with his free hand after he opened the door. Moving his pointer finger, he glanced at y/n. They had a baggy t-shirt on but no pants. Usually, this would throw Klitz off, but this was actually how they liked to dress. They always had a pair of shorts on underneath it. He closed the door behind him, setting the gifts down on the floor as y/n crawled back in bed. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he felt his face get red as he caught a glimpse under y/n's shirt. This time, they did not have shorts underneath. He quickly looked away, picking up a gift from off the floor.

"O-Ok, here's mine."

"No! I wan' save yours for la-last!" Y/n whined.

"Oh, alright then. Then, how about Eli's? His is probably going to be the worst." He chuckled.

Y/n took the bag from him, removing the paper inside of it. A yawn slipped out from their lips as they grabbed what was in the bag. Pulling it into view, y/n giggled and threw their head back.

"H-He got me a pin!"

"Well, what does it say?" He asked.

"I-It just says GAY!" Y/n wheezed covering their mouth with their hand.

"W-What?" Klitz scoffed playfully.

He picked up the pin, laughing when he saw they were telling the truth. Klitz shook his head, putting the pin on their night stand. Y/n was still giggling like crazy, finding it to be the funniest thing they had ever seen in their life. Their laughter made him smile, always enjoying the sound of it. He had to admit it, he had a huge crush on them ever since they first met them. There was just something about them that made him so enthralled. He grabbed the bag and placed it back on the floor, grabbing Matthew's afterwards. Y/n was quick to snatch it from him, tossing out the paper inside of it. Klitz tried his best to catch the tissue, not wanting y/n's room to get messy. They always were messy.

"Oh! Th-this is so sweeeeeet!" They slurred, pulling out a bag of candy.

"Oh yeah, that's your favorite candy, right?" Klitz asked, picking up his gift.

"Y-Yeah! Ooo, I want some!" Y/n giggled.

"No, no, no. I think, uh, I think you should wait until tomorrow." He shook his head.

"Wh-what? Why...?" They pouted.

Klitz internally groaned. That was one of his weaknesses. Pouting. God, when they pouted it made him feel so guilty, even if he didn't do anything. When they looked up at him with those puppy-dog eyes, it made him want to give them everything and anything they wanted. He was a huge doormat when it came to those things. He considered himself to be a people pleaser. But, when it came to y/n, he would do literally anything for them. It was honestly kind of embarrassing.

"W-Well, you're super drunk right now. If they're your favorite candy, don't you want to eat them when you can actually enjoy them?" He shrugged, doing his best to get y/n to not eat it.

They hummed, nodding their head very enthusiastically. Klitz relaxed, grabbing the bag of candy and putting it on their nightstand. He looked back to them, raising any eyebrow as they looked at the bag of candy.

"You're not going to eat it once I leave, right?" He asked.

"Y-You're leaving?" They frowned.

"W-Well, yeah? The party is over." He said.

"B-But, I wan' hang out with you more..." Y/n groaned, rubbing their eyes with their fists.

"Me too, but you're so fucking wasted, y/n. You need sleep. Here, you still have one more present to open." He said, placing the gift on their lap.

Y/n instantly cheered up, clapping their hands together as they hiccupped. Klitz chuckled, leaning back on his hands and watching as they flung tissue paper around. He didn't even try catching it, he would just pick it up before he left. Yet again, another thing that y/n had the ability to do to him. They had a strange power over him that caused him to want to help them with every little thing. Oh, their room is a mess? Sure, he'll help clean it up. What's that, they forgot to study for an exam? Of course he'll stay up late with them and help them study. People would see those things and think that he was just a good friend, and he was. But, the feelings he had for y/n were also a huge benefactor into it.

"Oh w-wow! K-Klitzy!"

They pulled out a stuffed animal from the bag, giggling as they did so. Klitz felt his heart swell as he saw how happy they were with the gift. It was a pretty basic stuffed animal, a normal bunny. It was a light brown and had soft pink on the inside of it's ears. The tail was a fuzzy ball of white fluff. A bell rang as they moved it in their hands, making their eyes widen.

"Woah, are you trying to speak to me little rabbit?"

"No, it, um, it's got a bell in it. And it's also got..."

Y/n grabbed the ears, then the paws. It crinkled in their palms, making a sound that scratched their brain in just right way. Their mouth fell open, looking completely dumbfounded. Klitz knew that y/n had sensory issues and sometimes they needed something to hold on to and 'mess' with. He saw it at the store and knew that y/n would love it, or at least he hoped they would love it.

"...yeah, you figured it out. I thought you might like it to, you know, stim." He explained, feeling like he might have put too much thought into the gift.

Y/n was silent, looking down at the bunny in their hands. Their eyes were wide, full of fascination as they grabbed the ear again. It crinkled in their hands and made them laugh softly. Klitz watched them, taking note on how enamored they were with his gift. Perhaps, he'd have to get more for them sometime soon. Or, maybe that would look too desperate. It's not like he was trying to get in their pants, not at all. Well, he'd be lying if he said he never had lewd thoughts about them, but his crush on them wasn't just about that. He valued their friendship, and he was scared of losing it if he tried to take a shot.

"Do you like it...?" He finally asked.

Y/n nodded their head, shaking the rabbit violently in their hands. The bell ringed like crazy, causing Klitz to laugh and hold the stuffed animal down gently. Y/n looked up at him, a huge smile on their face.

"Th-thank you, I l-love it, Klitzy..." They hummed.

"You do?"

"Mhm, m' never letting it l-leave my side!" Y/n giggled, holding it close to their chest.

Klitz smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you like it. I'm gonna head back home, ok? Right after I clean up the mess downstairs." He sighed.

"W-What? No you d-don't...h-have to...to..." They yawned.

Klitz watched as their eyelids flickered, head falling down onto their pillow. The stuffed rabbit gripped tightly in their hand, rising and falling on their chest as they breathed. He smiled in amusement, getting up slowly from the bed. Looking down at the tissue paper and bags on the floor, he shook his head. He couldn't clean it up because it would wake them, and that was the last thing he wanted. So, he went downstairs and cleaned up the aftermath of the party. He knew he didn't have to. But, he wanted to.

~

The next morning, y/n woke up with a horrible headache. Hungover from the party last night, they reached into their nightstand and took some medicine to ease the pain. It was Saturday, and they were so grateful for that because it allowed them to sleep in. A knock at their bedroom door caught their attention, mumbling a 'come in'. The door opened to reveal their mother.

"Hi sweetie, how was the party last night?" She asked.

"It was fun, mom. Sorry I didn't see you when you came home last night, I was really tired." They yawned.

"Oh, that's perfectly fine dear. I'm just glad you got to have fun with your friends. Well, I wanted to let you know that your father and I will be gone again today. He has a party at his work and then everyone is going to go out to dinner after. Is that ok, hun? I hate to leave you home alone for another night."

"That's ok, mom! I hope you guys have fun. I'll probably just invite the group over, if that's alright with you?"

"Those three boys are welcome over anytime, you know that and they know that. Such good kids. That tall one, Timothy? He's a cutie, isn't he?" She winked.

"Mom! Stop!" Y/n groaned, laughing.

"Oopsies! Hehe, sorry sweetie. Well, I'll leave you be."

When the door closed, y/n grabbed their flip-phone from off the nightstand. They saw the bag of candy and chuckled. Y/n was so drunk last night that they didn't really remember much, but they did remember Klitz helping them in bed. That was really sweet of him. Yawning, they opened up the phone, pulling up Klitz's contact. They pressed call and listened to it ring. It didn't take long for him to pick up.

"Y/n, hey! What's up?"

'Hi y/n!' Matthew and Eli said in the background.

Y/n groaned.

"Shhh, you're so loud..." They grumbled.

"Oh, someone's hungover, huh?" Klitz laughed.

Eli mocked Klitz's laugh and Matthew chuckled. Scoffing, Klitz waved at him in dismissal. He put his focus back on the phone call.

"Extremely. Uh, hey, I was wondering if you guys would want to come over tonight, play some video games? My parents are going to be out at a work party or something." Y/n sighed, getting out of their bed.

The three boys looked at each other, shrugging their shoulder. They all nodded, agreeing that it sounded like a good idea. Klitz adjusted his glasses.

"Yeah, that sounds good. What time should we be there?"

"Um, maybe like 3? So like, 5 hours?"

Klitz laughed.

"Wow, you suck at math. More like 1 hour."

"What?"

"It's 2 o'clock, y/n."

"WHAT!?"

They exclaimed into the phone, making Klitz recoil. The two other guys chuckled. He looked at them, eyes wide as if he did something terrible. When y/n raised their voice, everyone got worried.

"W-W, I slept in that late?! I never sleep in that late! What!? But, I still need to shower and get dressed and, and..." They hung up.

Klitz furrowed his eyebrows, closing his phone. He looked back to his friends. They all started laughing, finding y/n's frazzled behavior to be amusing. Well, they would be over at 3.

~

When y/n hung up, they instantly started getting ready. Y/n's hair was absolutely greasy and their body was sticky with sweat. They had never gotten so shitfaced before in their life, and so far, they hated the results. Within 30 minutes, y/n had showered and done their hair. The next 30 minutes were spent putting on some makeup, even though they knew they didn't have to. Usually, they didn't give a shit about looking good for other people, only themself. But, y/n always wanted to look good when Klitz was around. They always wanted to look their best around him. So, after putting on some mascara, a little wing eyeliner, blush, and lip gloss, they put on their clothes. Their outfit of choice was a pair of tight black legging shorts that ended mid thigh, a soft purple t-shirt with white trim on the short sleeves and around the neck, and a pair of mismatched socks. About a month ago, y/n had gotten a binder finally. So, they now felt more comfortable wearing shirts that actually looked good. It was nice, though they were still getting used to the binder. For a while, they wore a sports bra because that was the closest thing they had to a binder. Sometimes they would still wear it, because they had a hard time adjusting to the binder. They came barreling down the stairs, slipping on one and falling on their butt, sliding down the rest. Groaning, they looked to their left, seeing the three boys standing in the kitchen. The four of them awkwardly made eye contact.

"Um, hi...I slipped."

"Dude, you didn't just slip! You busted your ass!" Eli burst out laughing.

"Are you ok, y/n?" Klitz asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My ass has had worse happen to it." They stopped talking after that, standing up.

"Um...that...that's not what I meant by that. Where are my parents?"

"Oh, they left already. They told us to tell you they said...um..." Matthew trailed.

"They wanted us to tell you they said 'Bye, have fun.'" Klitz said.

"Oh, alright, well I need to get an icepack for my ass. So, make yourself at home guys."

The three boys went to the couch, sitting down. Matthew grabbed a game and put it in the game cube. He sat back down on the couch, hearing something click behind him. He looked at the other boys, all of their eyes widening. At the same time, they all turned around, seeing y/n put a tape in the stereo they had. They froze in spot as they noticed they were all looking at them.

"Um, what?"

"Do you really think music is the right solution for your hangover?" Eli asked.

"Eli, you simple, simple boy, music is my air. I will die without it. Stupid question." They scoffed.

"Um, what kind of music are you going to play...?" Matthew asked curiously, glancing at Klitz and Eli.

"Um, my mix? Everything?" They asnwered.

"Even..."

"YES! EVEN THE BIMBO MUSIC! GOD!" Y/n groaned.

The three boys groaned in unison, slumping down in the couch. Y/n sighed, playing the tape. They grabbed an icepack from the freezer.

"Oh shut up, it's good music and you know it." They huffed.

"Some of your music, I swear to God, I think makes me lose brain cells." Eli mumbled.

"Eli, you don't even have any brain cells to lose." Y/n retorted.

"Oh haha! Very funny!"

"How the fuck do I put an icepack on my ass?" Y/n asked suddenly.

"Um..." Klitz mumbled.

"Need some help with that?" Eli asked in classic Eli fashion.

"Touch me and I'll bite you." Y/n snapped.

"Kinky."

"ELI! SHUT UP!" Matthew, Klitz, and Y/n said.

"Jeez."

"Ok, but seriously, how do I do this? My ass hurts so fucking much guys."

"Dude, I don't know. You're the one who decided to do a somersault down the stairs." Matthew laughed.

"Fuck it. No ice pack. This feels weird. Whate-"

Y/n looked at the T.V, gasping dramatically. All the pain in their ass disappeared as they ran over to the living room. The sound of their footsteps startled the three boys, watching as they whipped into the room. Y/n ran a hand through their hair, playing it cool, like they didn't just bolt into the room at light speed.

"Oh, are you guys playing Resident Evil 4?" They panted.

"Oh God, we just HAD to play this game." Eli groaned.

"Um, yeah?" Klitz said.

"Cool, cool, that's cool. You should break that box." Y/n said, pointing at the screen.

Klitz raised an eyebrow, doing as they said. They all knew y/n loved Resident Evil games, after all, they introduced the games to the boys. After he broke the box, Klitz pressed a button and picked up the hand gun ammo. Y/n watched Leon's arms move and giggled, sitting down in the chair, their music still playing faintly in the background. It was quiet, but loud enough to actually hear it.

"Y/n, stop thirsting over Leon." Matthew said.

"Pfft, what!? W-What makes you think I'm doing that? I was, you know, I was just letting you know that you needed to break that box." Y/n laughed awkwardly, shrugging.

"Uh huh..." Klitz said.

They all watched as Klitz purposefully ran into a villager, causing Leon to take damage. Leon groaned and hunched over slightly, limping away. Y/n giggled like a psychopath, covering their mouth with their hands.

"EW! TURN IT OFF! THEY'RE GONNA START MOANING!" Eli cried.

"What?! No! Um, I'm gonna go upstairs, I forgot something. DO NOT TURN IT OFF!" Y/n scolded, scrambling upstairs.

Klitz paused the game, slowly looking at his friends.

"Dude..." Matthew laughed.

"We're friends with a weirdo." Eli scoffed.

"Um, we ARE weirdos. We can't say shit." Klitz stated.

Eli nodded.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that's why we're all friends in the first place. Damn, we're really lame."

"That makes my confidence skyrocket, Eli, thanks." Matthew said.

"Whatever, dude. So, Klitz, what happened last night?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon..." He winked.

"Oh, oh! Ew! Dude, no, they were wasted. Why would I try and do that while they were drunk?"

"True, true." Eli said.

"So, what happened then?" Matthew asked.

"Well, they opened up their gifts, which they loved by the way. And they went to bed while I cleaned up down here." He said.

"Dude...you're such a loser." Eli laughed.

"What the hell, man?" Klitz scoffed.

"It's so obvious they have a thing for you. I mean, I respect that you didn't try anything while they were drunk. That's fucked. I just wanted to know if you confessed your feelings for them. You've had so many opportunities to do it!" Eli groaned.

"He's got a point. How long are you going to repress your feelings?"

"Look, I'm fine just being their friend. Do I have feelings for them, yes. Do I want to be more than friends, yes. Will I act on it...."

"...no. I'll probably just die alone." He sighed.

"Shit, man. If you two don't get together and fuck, I swear I'm going to jump off a bridge."

"Woah!" Matthew exclaimed.

"Sorry, but seriously. You're doing it tonight."

"Fuck you, no I'm not."

"Whatever man."

"Just watch how they are around you, ok? I don't think you've ever really noticed how they act near you. Have you seriously not seen how they dress up when hanging out with you?" Matthew smirked, nudging him in the side.

"No...I just assumed that they like to look nice. Do they not do that often?"

"Not really, mainly when you're around. They never do it when it's just us hanging out. But the second they find out you're going to be hanging out, boom, they get ready." Matthew said.

"I never thought about it like that..."

The sound of footsteps came back down the stairs. They were rapid and loud. Sighing, Matthew called out.

"Y/n! No running down the stairs!"

"Fuck you, DAD!" Y/n flipped him off as they sat back on the chair.

Klitz looked over at them and swore he felt his stomach do backflips. In y/n's hands was the bunny he had given them. Their eyes were on the screen, petting the 'fur' of the plushie. Matthew and Eli noticed the toy, instantly asking about it.

"What's with the rabbit?" Matthew asked.

"Hm? Oh, it was Klitzy's birthday gift for me!" They beamed.

"It's cute." Matthew nodded.

"It's staring at me and I don't like it." Eli shivered.

Y/n stood up, holding the rabbit out in front of them. They slowly walked towards Eli. He shook his head.

"I see you, Eli. Tell me your greatest fear..." They whispered.

"Ew, dude what the fuck!? Stop!"

"Do you fear dying, Eli Brooks? The cold, lonely kiss of death?"

"Guys, make them stop!" Eli cried out, covering his eyes.

"Ok, ok, stop tormenting Eli. I know it's fun, but he looks like he's about to cry." Matthew said.

Y/n continued.

"What do you see in my eyes, Eli?"

"Ok, y/n. I think he's had enough." Klitz laughed.

Instantly, y/n stopped. As they retracted the rabbit back to their chest, it jingled. Klitz looked at Eli and Matthew subtly, confused why y/n listened to him and not Matthew. He shook it off though.

"Did that beast just jingle?" Eli asked.

"Yeah, it's got a little bell in it. And the uh, the ears and paws are like, crinkly. So I can like..."

Y/n made a squeezing motion, like an animal bearing claws. The three boys laughed as they did this.

"You know?" They asked.

"I mean, that's how I feel about tits." Eli said.

"Dude..." Klitz shook his head.

"What! It's the truth." He huffed.

"I'm pretty sure stimming and groping are very different things." Matthew pointed out.

Y/n hung their legs over the armrest of the sofa chair, placing the rabbit in their lap. They clapped their hands multiple times, pointing towards the T.V afterwards. Their eyes blinked rapidly, causing them to roughly rub them.

"Show me the emo twink!" Y/n declared.

"Dude, you heard them. Show them the emo twink." Matthew said to Klitz.

Y/n's tics were usually induced by anxiety, but sometimes they would just happen. Every time they got them, people would look at them weird. But, after being friends with them for over 3 years, it was just normal to the boys at this point. Laughing, Klitz started playing the game again. He would occasionally steal glances at y/n, noticing how they would fidget with the rabbit. It really did make him happy knowing that his gift provided comfort to y/n. For the next hour or so, the boys took turns playing. Y/n had already played the game dozens of times, so they let them play. But, after they all kept dying, they were getting annoyed. Sighing, they stood up, placing the rabbit down on the chair. They stood in front of the boys, holding out their hand.

"Do you really need me to school you in this game?" Y/n asked.

Matthew sighed, giving them the controller. They giggled, sitting down next to Klitz's legs. He blushed a bright red as they rested their head against his knee. Eyes wide, he looks at his friends. They both nodded, as if they were trying to say 'See! We told you!'. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he watched y/n play.

"Ok, so you always need to keep your inventory organized. It makes navigating your items easier. Bullets over here, herbs over here..."

"You're such a nerd."

"For Leon S. Kennedy, I'm anything he wants." Y/n sighed.

"Ew. Please don't cream your jeans." Matthew chuckled.

"No promises." Y/n giggled.

"What makes him so attractive, anyways?" Eli asked.

"Ok, so he's hot as fuck. Let's just get that out of the way. But, it's not all about looks. The one-liners he makes, mmm, I love a dorky and nerdy man."

Eli looked at Klitz, who's face was bright red.

"Oh really? You like Leon 'cause he's a nerd?" Eli asked, nudging Klitz in the side.

"Well, yeah. God, if he wore glasses I'd try and crawl through the screen. But, he's also like..." They trailed, deciding not to say what they were gonna say.

"What? He's what?" Matthew asked.

Klitz was still blushing from the fact that y/n likes nerds. And, what made him blush even more was the fact that y/n said Leon would be hotter with glasses. Klitz wore glasses. He was wearing them right now.

"Yeah, tell us."

"No! You're never gonna let me live it down! You kink-shaming sons of bitches." Y/n huffed.

"I'd like to hear..." Klitz said softly.

Y/n tensed up, Klitz could feel it on his leg that they rested against. They cleared their throat, continuing to play the game. But, after a bit, they handed the controller to Matthew. Taking this as a sign to play, he did. Y/n got up and grabbed the rabbit, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Are you gonna tell us or not!" Eli groaned.

"Yes! Just give me a minute!" They snapped.

Y/n sighed.

"So...Ilikeamanwhotakeschargeandhe'skindaintimidatingandseemslikehecoulddominatetheshitouttameandmakemescreamandwhimper. Anyways!"

All of the boys' eyes went wide. Matthew immediately paused the game. They all turned around, looking at them.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? I don't speak gibberish." Eli mocked.

"Oh fuck you! I'm not saying it again."

Matthew and Eli groaned, turning away and facing back to the T.V. However, Klitz remained looking at y/n. His face was beet red. He had understood what they said. He heard every word. Y/n made eye contact with him and instantly turned red. Klitz noticed this and turned back around quickly.

"Dude, did you understand any of that?" Eli asked.

Klitz nodded, leg bouncing up and down. The two boys both looked at him, urging him to tell them. Shaking his head, he told them no. That information was his. He was the only one who knew. All of those moments where he would listen to y/n rant about school, talking extremely fast, it all paid off. He now knew what turned y/n on. He knew what kind of things y/n liked. Although he had never had sex before, he always imagined himself wanting to take control in it. He only knew about all the kinky shit because of Eli constantly telling him about it. There were lots of things he didn't like, but there were also lots of things he did like. And, from what he had heard, being 'dominant' was one of the things he liked. Clearing his throat, he dismissed the thoughts in his head. Y/n walked back to the living room, stopping when a certain song played. They squealed, causing the boys to cover their ears. Y/n turned the volume up, making Eli and Matthew groan exaggeratedly.

"I love this songggg! Come danceeee!" Y/n giggled.

"Respectfully, I'd rather lick a toilet seat." Eli stated, snatching the controller away from Matthew.

Matthew scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Eli play. Klitz swallowed a lump in his throat, getting up from the couch. His two friends gave him a knowing look, wishing him luck with whatever he was going to do. Taking a deep breath, Klitz walked to the kitchen, watching as y/n started to move to the beat of the song. When y/n saw him, they slowed down their dancing, suddenly feeling sheepish. Klitz shook his hands by his sides, preparing for what he was about to ask y/n.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you in private?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

They blushed.

"U-Um, yeah."

Eli turned around.

"If you guys are leaving somewhere, can you take that wretched stereo with you? My ears are bleeding."

Y/n huffed, pausing the music. They went to pick it up, but Klitz placed his hand over theirs. Y/n flinched, watching as he picked up up.

"I got it, don't worry." He smiled.

"O-Ok..." They said, grabbing their rabbit.

Y/n followed Klitz, heading up to their bedroom. Eli and Matthew turned around and watched them leave. Smirking, they fist bumped each other.

"They're so gonna fuck."

"Yep."

~

Once the two of them were in y/n's room, Klitz placed the stereo on their dresser. He looked at y/n, who motioned for him to play it. Nodding, he turned the volume down low, so they could still talk. Clearing his throat, he sat down next to them on the bed.

"Um..."

Y/n looked at him expectantly.

Klitz took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to do, but he just needed to build up the confidence. Taking a second, he thought back on all the tell tale signs that y/n showed. Snuggling up against his leg, mentioning they liked nerdy guys with glasses, listening to what he said and not anyone else, and blushing whenever he looked at them. He didn't know how he never saw it before. It was so obvious. His feelings were reciprocated. And, now, he knew exactly what y/n's 'type' was. And, based on the things he found hot, he fit it perfectly. Reflecting on all the signs they showed gave him a new sense of confidence. He never felt confident in himself. In fact, he had always thought he was as ugly as a person could be. But, here y/n was, the most beautiful person he had ever seen, looking up at him with big doe eyes that made him melt. Half of him wanted to hold them and kiss them, telling them how much he loved them and the other half wanted to make them moan his name, squirm underneath him, and beg him for more. He snapped out of this thoughts, focusing on the situation before him. Thinking back to what y/n said, albeit quickly, about Leon Kennedy, he took that in mind. Take charge. Dominant. Intimidating. Those were the three things he would focus on for now. So, he gently placed his hand on their exposed knee, rubbing it subtly with his thumb. Y/n's face instantly flushed, he could see them swallow.

"You really like that rabbit, hm?" He asked.

He decided to start the conversation off lightly.

"Um, y-yeah. I slept with it last night. It's really nice. Th-thank you again, Klitz."

He hummed.

"You look nice today, y/n."

"I d-do?" They stuttered.

Klitz took this as an opportunity to make them even more flustered. He found it fun, loving how easily he could make them blush. Nodding, he brought his hand up from their knee, brushing hair out of their face.

"Of course you do. You always do." He smiled.

"O-Oh, th-thank you..."

Klitz tilted his head, adjusting his glasses. He took a deep breath and placed his hands in his lap. He was going to tell them. He was finally going to do it. He wanted it to be genuine and heartfelt. Sighing, he looked in y/n's eyes. Opening his mouth, him and y/n both spoke at the same time.

"I think I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Klitz."

They both froze, staring at each other. The only sound in the room was the music playing. God, the two of them were so unsure of what to do. Both of them were so blunt with their emotions, confessing to love right at that very moment without even thinking about the possibility of the other not feeling the same. Deep down, they both knew the other loved them. But, they were just too scared to actually believe it. They thought that it was just something that their brain made up to comfort them. And yet, they were sitting on y/n's bed, admitting to loving the other. It was at that exact moment that their sexual tension broke. All of the nights they both spent fantasizing about the other, the goosebumps under the other's touch, everything. It all came crashing down, a wave of emotions. It was as if the dams in their hearts broke and the water was let loose. Klitz placed his hand on their thigh, squeezing lightly. Y/n let out a soft moan, making him groan.

"Klitzy..." Y/n sighed.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me...?"

"Yeah..."

Slowly, he leaned in, cupping their face with his right hand. His other hand rested over their own hand, rubbing over their knuckles with his thumb. Their lips met together, moving in a gentle dance. Fireworks went off in both of their stomachs, the feeling of each other's lips way better than they could have imagined. Klitz pulled away once air was a necessity, keeping his hand on y/n's face. Their lips fell in a natural pout, making him hum in appreciation.

"Was that good?" He asked.

"R-Really good...um, now what...?"

"That's really all I wanted to tell you..." He trailed.

Klitz noticed how y/n's thighs were squeezed together. Now, he had never had sex before, but, thanks to Eli, he knew all the signs that an afab person was aroused. Seeing y/n's squeeze their thighs together made his throat close up slightly. He cheered himself on in his head, he could do this. He had this.

"...did you want there to be more?" He asked smoothly, holding their hand.

Y/n's eyes widened.

"I-I, um, well I-" They stuttered.

Klitz felt a sudden wave of confidence wash over his body. His posture straightened and he lightly held their chin.

"Look at me." He said softly.

Y/n did as he said, just like they did earlier. Klitz hummed, looking into their eyes. And, suddenly, they couldn't hold back any longer. The both of them practically leapt at each other. They shared a passionate kiss, y/n's arms snaked around his neck. Klitz's hands went around their waist, keeping a firm grip on their hips. Y/n moaned at the feeling, a few of his fingers brushing against their bare skin under their shirt. Klitz pulled away from the kiss, his glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose. Y/n giggled, straightening them out for him. He smiled, perfect teeth showing.

"Um, y/n..."

"Yeah, Klitzy?"

"Before we do anything else, I just wanna ask...would you want to...um...date me?" He asked awkwardly.

"I think I'd like that a lot." They smiled.

"Cool..." He chuckled.

"Do you think we should go back down...?" Y/n asked.

Klitz sighed.

"I mean, probably?"

Y/n looked down at the bed, pouting. God, there was that pout again. Klitz's kryptonite. Lifting their head up, y/n look into their boyfriend's eyes and tilted their head.

"Do you wanna spend the night?" They asked.

"You think your parents would let me?"

"My mom loves you. I think she'll be ok with it."

"I highly doubt that."

Y/n smirked, pulling out their phone from their pocket. They looked at Klitz and giggled before calling their mom. He laid back on their bed, grabbing the rabbit and touching the ear. It crinkled underneath his touch slightly. Damn. He could see why they liked this. Placing it to the side, he watched them from across the room. Y/n put the phone on speaker, motioning for Klitz to be quiet

"Hi mom! How's the party going?"

"Oh sweetie! It's going just great! Your dad just had 4 shots and now he's dancing shirtless on a table to Purple Rain."

"W-What?" Y/n asked.

Klitz held back a laugh.

"Oh yeah, it's crazy over here. No, honey, this is the most boring party I have ever been to."

"Well, that figures for an office party."

"Yeah. Anyways, why did you call me sweetie? Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no mom. I actually have something to tell you..."

"Oh?"

"So, Kl- um Timoth-"

Their mom gasped dramatically.

"Oh, Timothy! Yes, such a good kid, what about him?" She asked sweetly.

"Well, mom, he just asked to be my um, my boyfriend." Y/n said.

It went silent on the other end. Y/n's eyes widened, looking at Klitz worriedly. He sat up, on edge from the silence.

"Mom?"

"Yes sweetie, sorry! I was getting your father! Honey, y/n and Timothy are dating!"

"That's great! He's such a good kid. I'm happy for you sweetie!" He said.

"Thank you, so I was wondering, is it ok if he spent the night?"

"I don't see why not!"

"Great! Thank you!"

"Of course honey, oh and if Eli and Matthew are there tell them that they are always welcome to spend the night too."

"Ok, I will. Love you mom and dad!"

"We love you too sweetie!"

Y/n hung up the phone, placing a hand on their hip as they looked at Klitz. He held his hands up in defense. Y/n giggled, skipping over to him and sitting beside him.

"Your parents really do love me, wow."

"I told you! They think you're a good kid."

"Um, you're not gonna ask Eli and Matt to stay, right?"

"Oh fuck no."

"Good."

"Should we go back downstairs?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, just one more thing."

He grabbed underneath y/n's thighs, dragging them on his lap. Y/n was blushing, caught off guard by the movement. Once they were on his lap, he rubbed circles into their hips with his thumbs. Klitz couldn't help it when his bulge poked at their inner thighs, causing them to whine. He felt embarrassed, but when he saw how flustered y/n was, he felt a lot more cocky about it. He leaned forward slightly, planting a kiss on their lips. When he pulled away from the kiss, he hovered over their lips.

"I know what you said downstairs, in the kitchen." He whispered.

Y/n's eyes widened, hands that rested on his shoulders know gripping them harshly. He winced, but chuckled breathily at the reaction. Pulling away from their lips, he rubbed his hand up and down their back. His bulge poked at their inner thigh again, this time making y/n buck their hips into it. Klitz groaned at the friction, but he slid y/n off his lap.

"I just thought you'd want to know that, I know..." He said plainly.

Y/n, completely embarrassed, crossed their arms over their chest as they stood before him. Klitz rolled his eyes, standing up as well. Immediately, y/n felt less 'cocky' and took a step back. When Klitz sat down, it was easy to forget how tall he was. But, when he stood back up, it was like a mountain casting a shadow over them.

"Are you embarrassed?" He asked, genuinely wondering.

"Well, yeah..."

"And why is that?"

"Well, cuz I was hoping you wouldn't be able to tell what I said. But, now you do and now you know that I'm weird."

"I didn't think any of it was weird."

"Well, there's more stuff I like...I just didn't want to say it in front of those two buffoons."

"That's fair. I wouldn't either. Do you wanna tell me, though?" He questioned, kissing their forehead.

God, he was such a sweetheart. A total nerdy sweetheart. And yet, y/n was nervous as hell.

"Um, maybe later tonight?"

"C'mon, tell me at least one thing. Then you can tell the rest tonight if you want." He pleaded.

"Oh, fine. I like..."

Klitz leaned in, expectantly.

"...petting. Ok let's go downstairs!" Y/n blurted, heading for the door.

"Oh no you don't!"

Klitz grabbed them by their waist, pulling them back to him. Y/n giggled, squirming in his grip. Turning them around, he laughed softly while looking into their eyes.

"Well don't just hit and run, explain!" Klitz said.

"You know, like, petting my hair and rubbing my back...maybe a little rougher under different circumstances..."

"Hm, ok. I'll definitely keep that in mind." He smiled.

"What? What does that mean?"

He shrugged.

"Klitzy! What do you mean!?"

He just shrugged again, pausing the music. Y/n scoffed, grabbing the rabbit with a swipe of their hand. Huffing, they grabbed a pillow off their bed. They stared at Klitz, making him shift uncomfortably.

"W-"

Y/n cut him off with a thump across the face with the pillow. The force was so strong, he fell back onto the bed. Giggling crazily, they bolted out of the room and down the stairs. All y/n heard was a low groan come from their room as they careened into the living room. The bell of the rabbit jingled as they ran. The two boys turned around, slightly scared.

"What the fuck?"

"I just nuked Klitz with a pillow."

Without saying another word, they laid across the chair like earlier. Eli just laughed softly, looking back to the T.V. Matthew watched as y/n pulled a blanket over them, acting as casual as possible. A few seconds later, Klitz came into the living room, hair disheveled. The two boys tried their best to contain snorts, but it didn't really work well. He looked at y/n, scoffing at how relaxed they were in the chair. He looked back at his friends, seeing that they were giving him a weird stare. He shrugged.

'What happened?' Eli mouthed.

Klitz blushed slightly. All he did was smile and nod. Eli made a crude 'sex' gesture, to which Klitz shook his head. Matthew gave him a thumbs up, Eli as well. Holding up a finger, Klitz grabbed a pillow from off the couch. His friends watched as he slowly approached y/n. With a gentle whack, he threw the pillow at their face. The shrieked, kicking their legs in the air as they threw the pillow back at him.

"Rude!"

"You're such a hypocrite."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Klitz rolled his eyes, moving y/n slightly as he sat down on the sofa. It had just enough space for barely 2 people. It was definitely a weirdly made sofa. Once he sat down, he pulled y/n back to him, letting them rest their head against their shoulder. He looked back to his friends who were silently clapping for him, acting like their favorite football team won the Superbowl. He smiled dorkily, glad that his friends were happy for him. Y/n spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Let's watch a movie!"

"What, you don't wanna watch Leon moan every time he gets hurt?" Eli asked.

"...one time for good luck."

Eli walked forward, running into an enemy. Leon took damage, hunching over slightly and groaning. Y/n lifted their hands in the air.

"LET'S FUCKING GOOOO!"

Playing along with it, Klitz lifted his hands up also. Rolling his eyes, Matthew did too. Eli followed shortly after. They were all hooting and hollering over the fact that Leon Kennedy was dying. It was a little weird, but in that moment it was the funniest thing. Once the game over screen showed, it got quiet.

"Um, so what are we going to watch?" Matthew asked.

"Por-"

"NO! Eli I swear to fuck I'm going to dropkick you." Y/n scolded.

"I'm kidding!" He defended.

"Were you dude? Were you?" Matthew asked.

Eli didn't say anything, only crossing his arms over his chest. Groaning, y/n got up from the sofa causing Klitz to frown at the loss of contact. They walked over to the shelf of movies they had on VCR. Y/n put their hands on their hips, turning back around to them.

"So, Disney or horror?" They asked.

"Those are two very different genres." Klitz chuckled.

"I think we should watch horror." Eli said.

"Me too." Matthew said.

"I wouldn't mind horror." Klitz said.

"Cool, I have a good movie idea."

Y/n turned back around, looking through the horror section of their movies. Klitz watched them, admiring the way they had a natural sway to their stance. Sighing happily, he looked back to his friends.

"So, you two are dating now?" Eli asked bluntly, already knowing the answer.

"Yup!" Y/n answered, grabbing a movie off the shelf.

They walked over to the VCR, sliding the tape in. Skipping back over to Klitz, they grabbed the remote off the side table and sat back down with him. Eli looked at Matthew, holding open his arms.

"Wanna cuddle, dude?" He asked.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"I'm good, maybe next time." Matthew laughed.

"Your loss man."

"Eli, I can say this because I am one, you are the faggiest straight man I've ever met. I just want you to know that." Y/n giggled.

"I don't know how I should take that."

"It's a compliment." Y/n said.

"Really?" Eli asked.

"I don't know, I'm just saying shit. Now shhh, the movie is starting."

"Wait, but I want popcorn!" Matthew said.

"Then go make it! We're not pausing it though." Klitz said.

Matthew groaned, getting up and making microwave popcorn. The title of the movie came up, revealing that it was Scream. Of course y/n chose this one. They always talked about it. It was a classic, of course, and for good reason. It was an amazing movie. Plus, y/n had huge crush on Stu Macher. All of the boys teased them for it. Klitz hummed softly as y/n snuggled up against his chest. He grabbed the blanket they were using before and draped it over their bodies. His hand rested on their head, stroking their hair gently. This action made y/n slightly moan, but it was quiet enough to where only Klitz could hear it. It also helped that they had turned the volume of the T.V up. Leaning down, he planted a kiss on the top of their head, whispering something to them.

"Is it ok if I do that, or are you uncomfortable?" He asked.

"S'ok, I like it..." They hummed.

He nodded, sitting back up and watching the movie. A minute later, Matthew came back in with a bowl of popcorn. He shared it with Eli, which was fine, because y/n and Klitz didn't really want any. Drew Berry Moore came on screen and y/n scoffed when she continued to talk to Ghostface on the phone.

"Ok, like, I get that his voice is hot, but girl...don't be stupid..."

"You think his voice is hot?" Klitz asked.

"Yeah, all low and ominous. But like, you agree right? She should have hung up and called the police by now!"

"You would think so!" Matthew chimed in.

"She's gonna burn her popcorn." Eli tutted.

"Oh, now look at that, your boyfriend is dead. Shoc-KER!" Y/n squealed.

In the middle of their sentence, Klitz had reached down below their blanket and hiked y/n's leg over his own by their butt. Now, their leg was in between his two legs, basically straddling his thigh. It wasn't noticeable to anyone because of the blanket and Klitz knew this. He was testing to see what y/n liked and didn't like. Eli and Matthew looked at y/n.

"Sorry, tic." They explained as an excuse.

They nodded and looked back at the movie. Smiling, Klitz leaned down and lazily placed his lips on their head. His arms wrapped around them, holding them close. He could tell y/n was flustered by the way their thighs were tightening around his own.

"Nice cover." He hummed.

"Sh-shush."

He smiled to himself, rubbing his hand up and down their arm. He decided that that would be enough teasing. After all, he wanted to watch the movie with them. And, that's exactly what he did. An hour or so passed and they were just past the halfway mark of the movie. And, just like always, y/n giggled like crazy every time Stu Macher came on screen. Eli chimed in.

"Looks like you've got competition, Klitz." He joked.

"No, he doesn't. But, would I be apposed to him dressing like Stu for Halloween....no. Let's just leave it at that."

"Well, that's the key to a happy relationship. Be a slasher killer." Klitz chuckled.

"Seems like a troublesome job, though." Matthew added.

Y/n's phone ringing caused them to stop talking. Pausing the movie, y/n opened the phone and held it to their ear. Eli mimicked it, pretending like he was a typical teenage girl on a phone call with their best friend. Y/n flipped him off and said hi to their mom.

"Hi mom!"

'Hi sweetie, I just wanted to call you and let you know that he might be home a little later than expected.'

"Oh, ok. Why? Is everything ok?" They asked.

'Oh, yes everything is great. We just still have dinner to go to.'

"You haven't had dinner yet?"

'No, the party went on for longer than I expected. Way. Longer.'

"Yikes, well that's ok. We're all hear watching Scream." Y/n said.

'Oh! Put me on speaker ! I want to say hi to my future son-in-law!'

"Mom!"

'Alright, alright, but I still would like to say hi to everyone.'

"Ok. You're on speaker."

'Hi kiddos!'

"Hi Mrs. L/n!" They all said in unison.

'I'm sorry to interrupt your movie. I just had to update my boo boo bear on our night.'

"Boo boo bear?!" Matthew snorted.

"MOMMMMM!!!!"

'Oops! Sorry sweetie, anyways, I made some chocolate cake earlier this morning. There is still some left if any of you boys want it. It's in the fridge.'

"Oh fuck yeah!" Eli exclaimed.

'Language Mr. Brooks!'

"Oh, sorry Mrs. L/n."

'Oh and Timothy! Make sure y/n gives you the good blankets in the linen closet.'

"Will do, Mrs. L/n."

'Such a polite young man. I'm so glad you two are dating now. You can keep y/n out of trouble and keep an eye on them. Well, I must go now. Good bye, y/n. I hope you kiddos have fun!'

Klitz rubbed y/n's thigh underneath the blanket as they hung up the phone, sending a shiver down their spine.

"The good blankets? What does that mean?"

"They're like suuuuper fluffy!" Y/n smiled.

"Holy shit, you're spending the night, aren't you?" Eli asked.

"Um, yeah." Klitz said.

"Shit, I forgot. My mom wanted me to tell you that you guys are welcome to spend the night anytime you want." Y/n said, playing the movie.

"Oh sweet!" Eli and Matthew said.

"But, not tonight." Klitz smirked.

"Damn."

~

Eventually, the movie was over and Eli and Matthew took their leave. Of course, Eli didn't leave without making a few sex jokes. But, once it was just y/n and Klitz in the house, it felt more surreal. When it was just them, they didn't really know what to do with themselves. So, for the time being, he helped them clean up downstairs. It wasn't much of a mess, but y/n still wanted to make everything tidy so their parents came home to a neat house. They were such a good child.

"Thanks for helping out, Klitz."

"Yeah, its no problem. And, I was thinking. You can call me Timothy, if you want. You can still call me Klitzy, but I just want you to know you can call be my name, too.

"Ok, sounds good to me!" Y/n smiled.

"Thanks."

"Klitz sounds like a stripper name. Are you a stripper, Timothy?" Y/n asked, folding a blanket.

He stood there, taken aback by the question.

"How did you find out?"

Y/n chuckled, placing the blanket in a wicker basket they had for them. Stretching their arms up, they yawned. Their boyfriend watched as they did it, seeing their lower stomach exposed as the shirt lifted up. He blushed at the sight.

"You know what I think is funny?" He asked, holding their hand.

Y/n grabbed the rabbit he got them and walked upstairs with Timothy. Tilting their head as they finally made it up, they shrugged.

"What?"

He opened up their bedroom door, letting them walk in first. Smiling, he closed the door behind them.

"That your mom put me in charge of your well-being."

Y/n groaned, falling back on their bed.

"Oh my god, that was embarrassing! I can take care of myself!"

Sighing, he sat next to them. Reaching his hand out, he placed it on their knee. Y/n looked up, seeing him look down at them with a soft smile. A blush creeped over y/n's face just from being under his gaze. He had such a soft face with gentle eyes. It was hard not to smile at how kind he looked.

"Well, yeah, I'm sure you can. But, you are different, y/n." He said.

Y/n sat up straight, raising an eyebrow at what he said. Realizing how that might have sounded, he shook his head. He held up a hand, giving himself a moment to gather the right words to say. Now, he was extremely scared of fucking up.

"What I mean is, you're not the same as other people. And, that's amazing. Sorry, I'm having a hard time explaining this. Um..." He looked down at his lap.

"No, its ok." Y/n encouraged.

He sighed.

"Well, it's true, y/n. You are different. Beautifully different. People don't understand you at first glance. I mean, you've been bullied so much during your time at our school. I don't doubt you can take care of yourself, but there are some things you struggle with. You know? Like, sometimes you aren't good with social cues. You don't really understand sarcasm and jokes, though you've gotten better at it in our friend group."

Y/n nodded.

"Yeah, it's just things like that. And, I'm more than happy to help you with those things. That is, if you want me to..." He trailed.

"You'd really do that for me?" They asked.

He nodded.

"Of course! I've always been doing things for you, why would I stop now?" He smiled.

"You're so sweet, Timothy."

"Sweet has nothing to do with it. I just want to take care of you. I mean, you're mine now. I get to be your boyfriend and that's so fucking sick!"

Y/n blushed, placing a hand on top of his. He looked down at it, looking back up at them. They had a sheepish smile on their face. Timothy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm yours?" They asked.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he nodded.

"Is that too possessive? Sh-should I not say that?" He stuttered, confidence faltering.

"No, no, it's ok. I um...I liked it..." Y/n mumbled.

"Y-You do..?"

They nodded, looking up at him through their eyelashes. Once again, giving him those beautiful doe eyes. Every single time he saw them, he swore, his heart would grow wings and flutter around in his chest. He saw how they looked at him, he knew what they were thinking. Honestly, he was thinking the same thing. But, damn it, he didn't know how to start it. The only way he would figure out what worked and what didn't, was if he tried. So, experimentally, he lifted his hand up and let it weakly hold the back of their neck. A flicker of their eyes, a lick of the lips, that was all the confirmation he needed. With one fluid motion, he leaned forward and slammed his lips against theirs. A moan left y/n's plump lips, echoing in his mouth. Timothy groaned, pushing their back fully onto the bed, making sure to be gentle. Again, he wasn't sure what y/n wanted, so he wanted to play it safe. Grunting to himself, he got off the bed and ran his hands through his hair. His new haircut was a lot better than his old one, with the bangs. He grew the bangs out, and it suited him a lot better, as he could know brush them out of his face. Long hair would always look good on him.

"Um, y/n."

He knelt down on the floor, placing his hands on their knees. They sat up, looking down at him. Y/n nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I think you're really hot, like I really do. But, I don't know if we should have sex so quickly, you know?"

"Mhm, I get that."

"Maybe we could just, do something close to it." He suggested.

"Like what?" They asked.

"C'mon, y/n, you know what I'm talking about." He laughed.

"Oh, ok! Um, do you know how to do that stuff...?" They asked.

"Well, I've never done it to someone, but I know how to do it. Blame Eli." He shook his head.

"I've never done it either..."

"You've never given a blow job?" He asked.

"No, but, I haven't um..."

Y/n looked away in embarrassment, realizing how personal they were about to get with him. He gently moved their chin so they looked back at him. He placed his hands back on their knees, rubbing them in comfort. Timothy was always able to make y/n calm down.

"I've never touch myself..." Y/n sighed.

His eyes widened, surprised by the information. Not wanting to make them uncomfortable, he rubbed their knee again.

"Not once?" He asked.

"Well, I've tried a few times...but I'm never able to do it. I guess I was just too nervous."

"When was this?"

"Well, recently...thinking about you..." They blushed.

He let out a shaky breath, the image of y/n trying to please themself while thinking of him making him moan softly. Clearing his throat, he kissed their forehead. With a reassuring pat on the leg, he stood up. Walking over to the nightstand, he turned on their lamp, then he turned off the overhead light for the whole room. It was the perfect lighting. It wasn't too dark, but it wasn't too bright. He was amused by the situation. He always thought that he was the most inexperienced in the group, but it was really y/n. The poor thing wasn't even able to touch themself without getting nervous and overstimulated.

"Do you want me to show you how, y/n?" He asked, beginning to unbutton his flannel shirt.

Y/n's eyes widened and they swallowed a lump in their throat. Heat pooled between their legs, making them instinctively squeeze their thighs together. Timothy looked at that, the sight making his dick twitch in his pants. Y/n saw that as well and couldn't prevent the pitiful moan that left their lips.

"Y/n I don't want to do anything if you don't. It's up to you." He reassured.

"I want to, please? Please, Timothy..." They whined.

Now, he knew that y/n wanted him sexually, it was pretty obvious at this point. But, it was only then did something really click in his head. Y/n didn't just want to do sexual things with him, they were asking him to do things to them. Him. Of all people. Him. He was never confident in his looks, he hated the way he looked honestly. But, y/n was in their own bed and he was standing before them. He was dating them. And they were rubbing their thighs together, biting their lip, and asking him to pleasure them. It all hit him at once, like a flashbang. The reality set in and his confidence sky-rocketed. Y/n could tell by how his posture changed.

"Ok, I'll show you, baby. But, just in case you change your mind, do you want to make a safe word?" He suggested, undoing the final buttons of his shirt.

"O-Ok, um, what about coconut?"

"That's a good one, ok. Is there anything else that would make you comfortable?" He asked, wanting to make sure everything was perfect.

"Um, music?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

He played the music and tossed his shirt at the foot of the bed. Y/n watched excitedly as he undid his belt, pulling it through the loops. Letting his pants drop to the floor, he stepped out of them. All he was wearing were his boxers, and the white tank top he wore under his flannel shirt. He looked even taller than before for some reason. Timothy Klitz was FAR from muscular, but he did have a few toned areas. Lean, slender, and shaggy, he looked like a literal God in y/n's eyes. They couldn't wait any longer, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. He watched as they pulled him closer, enjoying how needy y/ns was. It felt amazing to be wanted by someone, especially in such a romantic and passionate way. Yeah, sex seemed fun, but did it really mean anything if it wasn't with someone you loved? And, sure, they weren't going to have sex tonight, but they were still going to share first times for certain things. It was meaningful. There was no other person he'd rather do it with. And, the only person he had ever wanted was currently tugging at his arm, whining and pleading for him to touch them. It was almost too much to handle. His erection grew larger and y/n saw it, eyes widening at how large it was. It was such a strange scene they were in. It was erotic, surreal, and humorous. Beastie Boys' Intergalactic played in the background, making y/n smile, still looking at his erection.

"I like this song..." They sighed.

"Me too." He said.

Leaning down, he shoved y/n further onto their bed. Crawling on top of them, he put his hands on either side of them. His glasses slid down his nose, causing him to push them up slightly. Chuckling, he sat back up. Thinking for a moment, he picked y/n up by their thighs. He leaned against the headboard of their bed, letting y/n sit on his lap. They moaned, bucking their hips against his erection. He tilted his head back, groaning.

"D-Do you wanna do that for a bit?" He asked, rubbing their back in comfort.

"P-Please?" They whined.

"Yeah, that's ok baby. Go ahead." He reassured.

He watched in awe as his partner grinded on his dick. It was a sight that he felt he could never get tired of. Soft mewls left their throat, each one more beautiful sounding than the last. He swore their voice was a drug, something that he was severely addicted to. Everything they said was like music to his ears. But, hearing them make noises because of him, it was a different experience entirely. He held onto their hips, helping them roll over him. It was clear to see that they were getting tired, movements slowing down. Humming, he slid them off of his lap. They whined at the loss of friction, but he shushed them gently. Carefully, he had them stand on the floor before him. His fingers hooked under the fabric of their shorts. He looked at them for approval, to which they nodded. Slowly, he pulled them down, maintaining eye contact with them the entire time. Only when they were fully off did he look. Sure, he had seen y/n wear a swimming suit before, but this was way more intimate. A soft breath left his lips, eyes flickering up as he noticed y/n was removing their shirt. And, there they stood before him, binder and panties. Not many people would look at a binder on someone and think it was hot, but for y/n, he felt that way. He had known they wore one recently, not for too long, but of course, he had never seen it. Y/n must have felt uncomfortable in the silence, because they covered up their chest. Timothy's eyes widened, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, no, I'm sorry. I just, I was at a loss for words. You just look so...I don't even know how to say it..." He admitted.

"Really?" They asked shyly.

"Really, baby. Um, I'm asking because I'm not sure what you're comfortable with. Do you want to keep your binder on or off?" He asked.

"I'd rather keep it on. I only take it off when I go to sleep." They said softly.

"Ok, that's perfectly fine. God, you look so good." He smiled.

"You do too..."

"Come here." He said.

Y/n nodded, crawling on his lap. He brushed some hair out of their face, kissing them chastely. Pulling away, he noticed that the song had stopped playing, a new one taking its place. A really sick electric guitar started it off, and he immediately knew what it was. He listened to a few Prince songs, and this was actually one of his favorites.

"You like Prince?" He asked.

"Some songs."

"Well, this is a really good one." He said, leaning in and planting a kiss on their neck.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Get on the bed, legs hanging off." He ordered.

Y/n immediately did what he said. He smiled at their eagerness. He stood in front of them, kneeling down and kissing their thigh. Y/n moaned, squirming under his touch.

"You said you like when someone takes charge, right? Is that...is that what you want me to do? Those things you said earlier?" He asked, wanting confirmation.

"U-Um, I think it'd be p-pretty hot...but if you don't want to..."

"No, I want to. Trust me. I just wanted to make sure it was ok with you."

Y/n nodded, breathless at nothing.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He asked bluntly.

"Oh, f-fuck...um, I-I don't know...I want you to choose." They panted.

"Ok, I can do that."

He focused his gaze down to in between their legs, moaning at the damp spot on their panties. Taking a deep breath, he decided to just go for it. He leaned in, planting a kiss on the spot. Y/n whimpered, covering their hands over their face as they laid flat on the bed. He sighed, breath fanning against their core.

"I'm gonna take this off, is that ok?"

"Y-Yes, please just do something Klitzy! It f-feels like a knot in my stomach..." Y/n whined pitifully.

Stifling a groan, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of the panties. With one swift drag, he pulled them down their legs, placing it on the floor beside him. His dick throbbed at the sight of their pussy. He stood up, putting one of his knees on the bed. Hovering over y/n, he ran a finger between their folds. They shivered under the feeling, back arching naturally. He watched how their face contorted as he circled his thumb over their clit, making them moan. It was a beautiful scene to him, his love underneath him makes those precious noises he had always wanted to hear leave their soft lips. It was amazing. Amazing because he was making them feel like that. He was the one making them make those noises. But, he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Because, he was absolutely nervous.

"Does that feel good?" He asked gently, continuing the circular motion.

"Y-Yes, Klitzy! Please...m-more..."

"More?" He repeated.

"Mhm, please."

Nodding, he moved his pointer finger back to their folds. Before he did anything, he thought about the position they were currently in. Would this be the most comfortable? It felt...cold? Yeah, hovering over them was hot, he loved the idea of looking down at them as he fingered them relentlessly. But, was that necessary at this moment? He didn't think so. So, he pulled away, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling y/n back on his lap. Their legs were spread, hooking around his hips. His hand trailed back between their legs, experimentally pinching their clit. A shrill squeal left their throat, launching forward and burying their face in the crook of his neck. Wincing, he rubbed their back with his other hand.

"Sorry, was that too much?"

"N-No, it felt good..."

"It wasn't too rough?" He asked.

"Well, it was rough...but, I liked it?" They mumbled against his skin.

Nodding, he pushed them back slightly, wanting to see their face. He moved his hand away from their back, resting it instead on their hip. Timothy looked into their eyes for a little while longer as he continued to gently rub and pinch at their clit. The tips of his fingers were already coated in their arousal.

"Do you...do you want me to be rough?" He asked.

"A little."

He smirked.

"Do you want me to take charge?"

They nodded, biting their lips as they blinked at him. He felt a shiver go down their spine and he swallowed. This was everything he had ever wanted. And, it was happening right now before his very eyes. He took a breath, pushing his glasses up and placing his hand back on their hip. Looking at y/n, he counted down from 3, preparing them for what he was about to do. After 1, he pushed his long pointer finger inside of their pussy. Y/n whined, gripping onto his shoulders roughly for any kind of stability they could get. His mouth hung agape at the sight, his dick throbbing again in his underwear.

"How's that feel?" He cooed.

"Oh f-fuck! H-How many fingers is th-that?" They groaned.

"It's just one, baby." He laughed.

"One!? Oh god...s' much already!"

"Do you need some time?"

"Um, n-no, I think I'm ok."

He nodded, slowly sliding his finger out and back in. The pace was slow and agonizing, but it was all y/n could handle at that moment. Klitz, continuing to finger his lover softly, couldn't look away from their face. They looked so erotic on his lap, mouth hung open like their jaw was loose. His eye scanned over every single feature, their collarbones, their neck, their eyes, lips, every thing. You think he would be caught up in the fact that his finger was inside of them, but he was more in awe of how stunning they looked. It blew his mind how they always looked breathtaking, no matter what they were wearing or not wearing. No matter what, they always exuded beauty.

"You look...so good." He chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh shut u-UP!" They squealed.

He had put another finger inside of them, stretching them out in a scissor motion. The simple act had made them dig their nails into his flesh, sure to leave indents that would last a while. Y/n buried their face in the crook of his neck, lips pressed against his skin as they moaned. The hand that was on their hip went to their back, rubbing circles into it.

"It's ok, does it hurt?"

"No, just f-feels so go-od..."

"Well, that's good. Do you think you're good to do more, baby?"

"I-I think I need a break..."

"Ok, that's fine. We'll do something else for a bit."

He pushed them gently on the floor, getting them on their knees. They looked up at him, resting their chin on his leg. Klitz felt like the luckiest guy in the world. He was the only one who would ever see them in this position, and he would cherish that forever. Humming, he leaned over and kissed the top of their head. His posture was poor, but y/n didn't even mind. He looked like a lanky nerd and that was incredibly hot to them. No matter what, Klitz would always be nerdy. And, that was a good thing. The two of them just looked at each other, chests heaving as the only sound in the room was their breathing and the music. The previous song had stopped and a new one once again began. For some strange reason, the song gave confidence to y/n, as well as Klitz. It had a nice beat, it was the type of song you would hear in a club. Slowly, y/n trailed their hands up his legs and grabbed at his underwear. His eyes widened at what they were suggesting. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he nodded, letting them continue. And, just like he did, they pulled them down in a swift tug, discarding them on the floor. Their jaw dropped, completely baffled at the size of him.

"Holy shit..." They mumbled.

"What?"

"Y-You're fucking huge..."

Klitz frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. Y/n looked up, noticing his body movements.

"That's not funny. Don't make fun of me." He scoffed.

"I'm not! Look!"

Y/n grabbed his hand, putting it neck to his erect dick. Rolling his eyes, he looked at the comparison. But, his mouth formed an 'o' as he saw the difference. His dick was about as long as 1 1/2 of his hands. His frown quickly changed into a smug smirk, any doubts he had about performing sexually were now out of the window. He truly had nothing to be worried about. His dick was huge, y/n had already begged him to touch them earlier, and now they were on their knees before him. And, he was in charge. He was. Y/n wanted him to be and he did too. He reached forward, tangling his hand in their hair. With a soft look, he tilted his head at them. All he needed was a nod. And that's what they gave him. He watched as they opened their mouth, tongue rolling out. Shakily, he moved their head to the tip of his dick and watched as they enveloped it between their lips. He moaned at the feeling of their tongue swirling around his tip. The music continued to play as they sucked on it, looking into his eyes the entire time. He felt like he was in heaven, throwing his head back as they moved down slightly. But, they abruptly pulled off. Instinctively, he shoved their head back down, head whipping up at the sound of their gags. He watched as tears welled in their eyes, saliva dripping down his cock as they choked on it. They didn't try to get off of it though, they continued to do their best at sucking and licking his dick.

"God, your really good at that..." He moaned.

They moaned around him, the vibrations going through his body. He let out a breathy gasp, pushing them down further until he was completely in their mouth. Now, y/n was pushing against his thighs as they gagged on his length. He cursed under his breath, lifting them up by their hair and watching as saliva dripped off their bottom lip.

"S-Sorry, are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah, just, you're so fucking big..." They panted.

"D-Do you wan-"

"Klitzy, can you...can you eat me out?" Y/n asked softly.

His eyes widened. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through their hair. His hand trailed from their head down to their chin, rubbing over it with his thumb. Nodding, he patted the spot next to him on the bed. Y/n got up, sitting down. He moved down on his knees before them, spreading their legs open. Swallowing, he put them over his shoulders, pulling them closer so he was facing their soaking pussy. Y/n looked down at him, propped up on their shoulders. Maintaining eye contact, he licked a stripe up their folds, causing them to buck their hips and moan. He smirked against them, enjoying their reactions to his touch. But, after that, he took a moment to enjoy the moment. He had never tasted anything so sweet in his life. Call it hormones or 'biological instinct', but Klitz absolutely lost any sense of control he had. His hands gripped their thighs tighter, mouth diving back down and sloppily kissing in between their legs. A lewd moan left y/n's mouth as he started to suck on their clit like a man dying of thirst coming across an oasis. He needed it. And y/n needed him. His dick throbbed but he could give two shits about that. He wanted to please his partner, he wanted to make their back arch and their head throw back. Groaning, he shoved his tongue inside of them, nose rubbing agaisnt their clit.

"F-Fuck! K-Klitzy!" They whimpered.

He pulled his tongue out, moving his fingers in between their legs and shoving two fingers in. Their back arched yet again, gripping onto the sheets below them. Knuckles white, mouth slacked, and eyes squinted shut, they looked like they were getting the soul sucked out of them. And, maybe they were, because Klitz was surprisingly skilled at what he was doing.

"You like that?" He cooed.

"Yes! M-More!" They begged.

"Shit, you want more? Y-You're so needy..." He hummed.

Y/n whined at his experimental dirty talk, signaling that they liked it. He mentally gave himself a pat on the back, proud of how well he was doing. Smiling, he licked a stripe up from their pelvis to below their binder. He planted kisses on their flesh, nipping gently as he continued to finger fuck the life out of them. Y/n's hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it harshly, making him wince in pain. He ignored it though, biting and sucking on the exposed skin of their stomach. An overwhelming urge to mark them took over his mind, like when an artist signs their work. He wanted to leave a reminder that he made them feel this good, and a reminder to everyone that y/n was theirs. He knew they liked to wear cropped shirts everyone now and then, so he knew people would see it. And, that's exactly what he wanted.

"K-Klitz!" They whimpered pitifully.

"Y-Yeah?" He asked, lips hovering over their skin.

"I th-think, I think I'm g-gonna..." They trailed, caught up in the pleasure.

"Fuck, that's good. I got you, baby. Don't worry." He cooed, dropping back to his knees.

His lips attached back to their pussy, fingers still pumping inside of them. Tongue flicked across their clit as he curled his fingers inside of them. That was obviously something they loved because they shot up and tugged at his hair roughly. A growl left his lips, quickening his pace of fingering and licking, until y/n's grip on his hair grew harsher. A long and high-pitched moan erupted from their throat, falling back onto the bed and arching their back as they climaxed. He pulled his fingers out, sucking and swallowing everything y/n had to offer. Slowing down over time, he dwindled his movements, helping them come down from their high. As he pulled away, a string of saliva connected from their pussy lips to his chin. He swiped his tongue over his lips, wiping the rest away with the back of his hand. Y/n's chest rose and fell with their heavy breathing. He too was panting, resting his chin on their thigh. Humming to himself, he blew softly on their center. Y/n whined, kicking him in the side slightly.

"S' sensitive you d-bag!" They chuckled.

"Oh, shit, sorry. Um..."

Y/n sat up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up onto his feet. Without saying a word, they placed their hands on the backs of his thighs and lowered their mouth on his cock. His knees buckled, placing his hands on their shoulders. Y/n gestured for him to move his hips, looking up into his eyes. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of their hair. Pulling his hips back, he thrusted forwards with a quick flick. Y/n's eyes rolled back into their head, the vulgar sounds of their gagging filling the room. It was wet and erotic and Klitz couldn't get enough of it. He brought his other hand to their head, continuing to throat fuck them. It was unpreventable, the whimpers that slipped past his lips. The sensation of his dick deep down y/n's throat was simply too amazing to stay quiet. His stomach convulsed as he felt his orgasm approach. Muttering strings of obscenities, he pushed their head down, holding it there as he shot his load down their throat. He looked into their eyes the entire time, watching as their throat bobbed up and down from swallowing his cum. His jaw hung open, panting and sweating as he pulled his dick out of their mouth. A crude mixture of semen and saliva dripped out of their mouth, landing on their thigh. He sighed, completely exhausted from the sexual acts they did together. Y/n reached out to hold his hand, and he took it happily.

"C'mon, let's go to the bathroom." He said.

"What? Why?"

"So we can clean you up, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry I'm um...so fucking tired. Fuck. My legs feel like jelly." They groaned.

"Did I go overboard?" He asked.

"Fuck no, I think you could have done a lot more intense things. You're just so fucking good..." Y/n smiled.

"Trust me, I wanted to do a lot more. I just didn't wanna go too far for our first time." He chuckled.

"Do you need help walking? I can just get a rag and come clean you up in here."

"Shit, yeah I'd like the latter option." They whined.

"Ok, I'll be right back. Um, I should probably get dressed again." He added.

Y/n watched as their boyfriend slid their boxers back on, nearly tripping over his feet. Grabbing his tank top off the ground, he slid it on again and left the room. Y/n groaned, sitting up and yawning as the tiredness set in. Not that long after, Klitz came back in and had a damp rag in his hand. He got back on his knees in front of y/n, being gentle as he pressed the rag lightly on their thigh. Y/n flinched, still extremely sensitive down there. He made quick work of cleaning them up, discarding the rag in their hamper. Standing back up, he went to their dresser, looking at them to help him figure out where everything was.

"Um, second drawer has underwear. Fourth drawer has some sleep shirts." They mumbled into the bed.

He nodded, opening up both drawers. He grabbed a pair of underwear and then a shirt, tossing them over to y/n. He watched as they put the underwear on. When they reached up to their binder, they looked up at him.

"Um, do you want me to look away?" He asked.

"No, I want you to see. I know I don't really like this part of my body, but I want you to see it at least once. I...I trust you." They said softly.

"Oh, um, ok."

Y/n removed the binder, revealing their chest. They looked up at him, almost embarrassed. Klitz just looked at their chest, but it wasn't for a long time. Not even a second after looking, he looked back into their eyes and smiled. He walked forward, grabbing their binder and placing it on their dresser. Picking up their sleep shirt, he helped slide it on over their head and get their arms through it. Y/n tilted their head to the side.

"No comment?" They chuckled.

"I think you're perfect either way, babe. But, if there is a part of your body that you don't feel comfortable with, why would I want to sexualize it? I'm not gonna drool over a part of your body you don't like. I don't think that's ok." He stated, planting a kiss on their head.

"Timothy, I love you."

"I love you too. Now move, I'm so fucking tired." He groaned dramatically.

Y/n giggled as he turned the music off. They got under the covers, Klitz crawling behind them in bed. He sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around them.

"Shit, wait, can you put these on the nightstand?" He asked, handing his glasses to y/n.

"Yeah, no problem."

They put the glasses on the nightstand and turned over, facing their boyfriend. Smiling, they drew shapes on his chest, humming to themself. He watched them in silence, completely enamored with how happy they looked. The way their hair fell in their face, the pink that dusted their cheeks, and the natural pout they had, it was all perfect to him. Without warning, he peppered kisses all over their face, causing them to shriek.

"K-Klitzy! You're suffocating me!"

"Dramatic much?"

"You psycho!"

Chuckling, he pulled away, leaving one final kiss on their forehead. Y/n stuck their tongue out at him playfully. He rolled his eyes and brushed strands of hair out of their face. After a few moments of looking into their eyes, he turned around on his back, facing towards the ceiling. Y/n looked at his nose, loving how it looked, despite how weird that sounded.

"So, any plans tomorrow?" They asked.

"Not really. Do you?" He replied.

"Nope. I'm gonna be bored as hell tomorrow."

Klitz smiled, pulling them against his chest. One of his hands rested on the back of their head, the other on their lower back. Warmth spread throughout his body, sighing in delight. Delicately, he kissed the top of their head, keeping his face against their hair. They always smelled so good.

"Well, maybe we can just be bored together?" He hummed.

"That sounds really nice, Timothy."

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Red: Smut | Green: Fluff | Blue: Angst | Pink: Some sexual content

Get To Know Me

(Some fanfics have mixtures, so I will highlight them in the color of what they MAINLY are. Titles without color have no real warnings. Anything with ANY sexual content will be highlighted in red or pink though no matter what <3 if I made any mistakes with the color coding for warnings, please lmk!)

Paul Dano Characters:

EDWARD NASHTON:

Cara Mia Comfort Roommates Classic White Milkshake Training Opium Haze

TIMOTHY KLITZ:

Headcanons Different

Gotham Characters:

EDWARD NYGMA:

Headcanons First Kiss Love Not Shared Obsession Confession Safe With Me Performer Pretty Fly For A White Guy Please Mr. Ghostface Don't Kill Me! Let The Light In Bonnie & Clyde Daddy Issues First Date Is It Wrong? Sick Vera Lee Not All Who Wander Are Lost Glitter

VICTOR ZSASZ

Secret Love Brother The Girl In The Woods The Girl In The Woods pt.2

Alan Rickman Characters:

SNAPE:

Headcanons Sexting

HANS GRUBER:

Hostage With Benefits

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Who Should I Make A Fanfic About?

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I need Timothy Klitz in my jaws so I can flail him around.

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Timothy Klitz Headcanons

Summary: My personal headcanons for Timothy Klitz.

Content warning: sexual themes.

This mf would definitely end up landing the most attractive person EVER to walk the earth.

He DEFINITELY kept his hair long as he got older, but got rid of the bangs and actually started to style it, kinda like a rockstar hair cut, but less curly? ykwim? more wavy.

Listens to metal, nu metal, ICP, Gorillaz, Radiohead, and early rap like Eminem/Sir-Mix-A-Lot, and 110% listens to Weird Al Yankovic.

Literally his whole closet consists of slacks and button ups with the occasional t-shirt and jeans thrown in there. MAYBE two hoodies.

Got called pretty by a girl once for having long hair and that's why he keeps his hair long bc he heard that if a girl calls a guy pretty, they are serious.

I fully believe this, based on how he acts in the movie, porn makes him EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Like, he gets physical reactions and he gets upset because it makes him THAT uncomfortable.

He's very smart. Like, this dude has a calculator in his pants. Bro is Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. Bazinga.

Loves the Resident Evil games. Literally LOVES them.

He doesn't like reading unless its comic books. Illiterate piece of shit (i love him <3)

His favorite color is green. I'm not even saying that because Paul Dano played the Riddler. He just seems like he likes green.

Knows how to play the guitar, bass guitar, and electric guitar and is VERY good at it

He can do a MEAN impression of Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory

He likes horror movies a lot and also really loves the Austin Power's movies

unironically says "Shagadelic, baby!"

Has contacts but he's usually too lazy to put them in so he wears glasses mainly

He can handle his alcohol very well, it takes a lot for him to get drunk.

Bro is attracted to queer afab people. Like...I literally can't see him being attracted to ANYONE else. If he sees a AFAB person dressed like a hybrid of Jesse Pinkman/Paris Hilton, he's BARKING

he's a virgin, but he knows a lot about sex and knows how to do lots of sexual stuff (he just knows a lot about sex bc of Eli)

He also knows A LOT of kinks bc of Eli

He likes being dominant and on top a lot, maybe occasionally being a bottom it just depends. He likes choking and praising a lot, MAYBE degrading if the moment is hot enough. I feel like if he got called daddy he'd jizz his pants tbh...

He's a god at aftercare

loves Neapolitan ice-cream and always gets ice cream in a waffle cone

He loves being snuggled up to and called handsome a lot. He's got very low self-esteem so when he gets complimented it means a lot to him.

will listen to his lover talk about their interests for hours on end, even if he doesn't fully understand it

he pulls autistic bitches

bro might be autistic too...

burns in the sun, bro does not tan

gets lots of freckles tho

he loves the rain and how it smells afterwards

had a pet goldfish and it died like 2 days later, devastated him as a child and forced his parents to hold a funeral. grieved for months.

sings really good and if his lover is stressed out and cant sleep, he'll sing a Radiohead song to them (cries)

one time for the talent show in 5th grade he tried to sing a Korn song but all he did was yell gibberish into the mic with the occasional 'FUCK!' until a staff member came and took him off stage. there were lots of complaints from parents.

he's a really shy and nerdy guy but he can be pretty 'intimidating' and 'ballsy' when he needs/wants to.

LOVES teasing his lover in public, its like a fun game to him

ok thats all that comes to mind >:3

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Am I the only one that thinks Klitz would end up dating and marrying a y2k bimbo who listens to heavy metal/hyperpop? Like, ik that is EXTREMELY specific...but like...he seems like the guy to date that kinda person. Like he would land the most GORGEOUS and HYPER person on earth and EVERYONE would be so fucking confused. They'd go to parties and they're SUPER friendly and outgoing and they introduce Klitz like...

"This is my boyfriend! Isn't he so cute! AH! I love him so much!!! Klitzy, why haven't you married me yet!?"

"That's your boyfriend?"

LIKE JESSICA RABBIT AND ROGER RABIT!!! <3 THEY JUST LITERALLY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH ASJHAOAJ

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Anyone else think that the Beastie Boys could totally get it back in the 90's? Like...I'm just saying... *drools and growls like a rabid dog*

WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BAKR AWOOOOOOGA

(i am no better than the average man...*sigh*)

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I'm writing a Klitz fanfic guys... Hehe...

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Opium Haze - E.N

Summary: After a chance encounter, y/n runs into Edward Nashton. Y/n was his light in the darkness, and they saved him from a dark path. Together, they created their own story. They saved him from becoming someone he did not want to be.

(A/N: I have never been on a subway, so I probably will not do a good job writing about them lol. I intended for this fanfic to be longer, but I really wanted to post something this weekend, so sorry :( but it's still super cute and I'm very proud of it.)

Content Warning: AFAB reader, they/them pronouns, explicit language, angst, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of murder, thoughts of suicide, blood. (this fanfic is so cute helpppp)

Word Count: 6,989

Songs For Inspo:

Swing Lynn - Harmless

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

Freaks - Surf Curse

Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey

A Different Age - Current Joys

Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey

Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

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Fate is a touchy subject. Some people believe in it and others don't. It all depends on what their own beliefs are. But, if you looked at y/n and Edward's story, you'd probably start to believe in fate. They were two totally different people. The two of them ran into each other after a chance encounter in a subway. But, even then, it was extremely unlikely that they would talk to each other. And yet, they did. All it took was a few words to start the beginning of a beautiful life together.

~

Edward stood on the subway platform, glancing down at his work shoes. They were scuffed from tripping over his feet so much, scraping against the concrete sidewalks of Gotham city. The scuff marks reminded him of his own soul and mind. Scratched, shredded to hell, and unappealing. But then again, so was every other person in Gotham. Not one person was innocent, even him. His mind raced with thoughts of violence, inflicting them on the people who left him for dead in the cold and lifeless walls of an orphanage. A system that was supposed to keep him safe had done the exact opposite. Every single second of his childhood was pure torture. The tips of his fingers were scarred from the rats that would chew at his skin in the night, much like his heart was scarred. Over a decade of living in an orphanage only to be thrown out and forced to get a job and slave away at it for the rest of his life. It was just another type of orphanage that Edward found himself stuck in. A life he was stuck in while the upper class watched in amusement. There was only one way out, but he had work to do before that. He was going to purge Gotham of the scum that populated it. He was going to wash it all away, like flushing away sin. And when his work was done, he would leave the world.

'The train will be departing soon.'

Edward looked up, shaking himself out of his thoughts. His eyes widened as he realized his train was about to leave. He reached out as the doors began to close, knowing he didn't have a high chance of making it in time. Something ran into him from behind, causing him to be propelled forward. His nose hit the closed doors of the subway train with a strong force. Edward groaned, pushing himself off and watching in frustration as the train left. He winced, touching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, bringing them back into view to see blood smeared on the tips. Whipping around, he had a scowl on his face as he looked at the person responsible.

"Ow! What the hell is wrong with you!?" He exclaimed in a painful tone.

The person before him looked to be the same age as him, maybe a year or so younger. He couldn't really tell as he was distracted by the burning pain that came from the deep cut on his nose. Due to the bleeding, he assumed that he landed on a screw or some type of metal that was elevated off the train. They had pair of washed out jeans on, slightly ripped on the bottom. A baggy t-shirt that had an awkwardly standing cat on it covered their upper body. They gasped, holding their hands, wrists adorned with various bracelets, over their mouth.

"Oh...Oh my God, I'm so, so, so, sorry! I-I was trying to catch the train a-and I wasn't looking!" They stumbled, eyes wide.

"Well, I was trying to get it on it too. So I guess we're both screwed over." He mumbled.

The person sighed, rummaging through the bag they carried. He watched, pinching his nose as he started to get a nosebleed. They pulled out a band-aid, showing it to him. He raised an eyebrow, scoffing.

"I nearly broke your nose, can you please let me patch you up?" They asked, crossing their arms over their chest.

Edward noticed how embarrassed they looked. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Nodding, he walked over to a bench near the far corner. He sat down, legs making a 90 degree angle perfectly because of how long they were. Y/n frowned, removing the band-aid from the wrapping around it. Upon further examination, he realized that it had a bunch of hearts on it and it was pink.

"It's either this or you can keep bleeding everywhere." They said.

"Well, I wouldn't need a band-aid if you had just watched where you were going." He mumbled.

"Touché."

They carefully placed the pink band-aid over the cut on his upper nose. Gently, they smoothed down the sticky ends, making sure it was properly secured. Once they were done, they stood awkwardly in front of him, vaguely resembling the cat on their shirt.

"Um, I'm really sorry. You're right, I should have watched where I was going. I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

"It's fine." He replied quickly.

"Do you know when the next train arrives?" They asked.

"Why don't you read the sign?" He scoffed.

Turning around, y/n looked up at the sign on the ceiling. They huffed when they saw it would be another 30 minutes for the next train. Edward looked at them, knowing exactly what they would do. They would walk away and ignore him the rest of the time, as if they didn't just split his nose open. That's what everyone else in Gotham would do. No one cares about what happens to other people. Only them. Sure, it was nice of them to give him a band-aid, but that's about the nicest thing someone in Gotham could do. But, he was wrong. Extremely wrong.

"Do you mind if I sit and wait with you?" They asked.

He glanced up at them, holding back a laugh. Not really caring either way, he shrugged his shoulders. The stranger sat next to him, placing the bag they had on their lap. Edward wasn't quite sure what to do in that moment. He had terrible social skills as a result of being raised in an orphanage. But, he didn't really need to start a conversation. They did that for him.

"So, what's your name?" They asked.

He turned his head to them, blood dried underneath his nose.

"Edward."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Edward. I'm y/n." They smiled.

"Why are you talking to me?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, do you not want me to?"

He went quiet, adjusting his glasses as he looked down at his lap. The truth was, he didn't really know. No one had ever willingly wanted to talk to him. Sure, coworkers talked to him at his job, but that was only when they needed something from him or it had to do with work. Edward wasn't used to having someone be friendly with him, let alone actually want to talk to him.

"I can sit somewhere else if you want me to. I understand if that's what you want." They said, smiling.

"No, it's ok."

Y/n nodded, opening up their bag. Edward, a curious man, peeked over. He watched as they pulled out a book, reading the cover.

'A Handmaid's Tale'

They opened up the book to a page with a bookmark in it. Removing it, they placed it in their bag. Edward couldn't help but try and read the book as well, despite having already read it. A subway wasn't the most relaxing place to read a book, y/n didn't have much to do.

"I've read that book before."

Y/n looked up, tilting their head at him.

"Oh yeah? What did you think of it?" They asked.

"It was quite interesting, pretty vulgar in some parts though. I found myself getting uncomfortable, but I'm pretty sure that's what Atwood was trying to do." He said.

"Yeah, I felt the same way."

"So, you've already read it?"

"Yeah!"

"Then, why are you reading it again?"

"Well, I really like the book. Plus, I'm helping out a student." They answered.

"Student?" He questioned, wiping away a new drip of blood from under his nose.

"I'm a librarian at a high-school. This is a required book in the English class, but one of the students just can't stomach reading it. It makes them too uncomfortable. So, I'm reading through the parts they can't read and taking notes for them." They smiled.

"That's awfully kind."

Y/n smiled.

"What's your job?"

"I'm a forensic accountant."

"Oh, that sounds interes-"

The phone in y/n's pocket rang, causing them to look down. They mouthed a 'sorry' and held up a finger. Answering the phone, they held it up to their ear.

"Yes, this is them."

Edward took note of their use of pronouns. He didn't really think he'd see them again, but it was just a tidbit of information he tucked away in his brain. He kept a lot of random information in there. Stuff that he would most likely never use in his life.

"Oh! I did?"

Y/n rummaged through their bag, scoffing when they stopped.

"You're absolutely right. I did. How embarrassing. Thank you so much for letting me know, I missed a train so I'll come get it right now."

Y/n hung up the phone, gathering their things as they stood up. Edward watched them, wiping away another drip of blood with his thumb. They sighed, pulling out a tissue from their bag. Y/n gave it to him, watching as he used the tissue to dab the blood up.

"Like a complete idiot, I left my laptop at the library. I have to go back and get it. I'm very sorry, I was really interested in hearing what a forensic accountant is."

Edward shrugged.

"I'm serious! I was enjoying our conversation."

Y/n pulled out a band-aid from their bag, grabbing a pen as well. Using their knee as a surface, they scribbled something on the wrapping. Edward recoiled slightly as they reached out their arm to them, band-aid held in between their fingers. They waved it, signaling for him to take it. Edward rolled his eyes and took the band-aid, looking down at the scribbling. It was a phone number.

"If you want to, text me! Or call, I'm good with either. Maybe we can meet up for coffee or something and you can tell me what a forensic accountant does."

"I could be a serial killer. You barely even know me."

"Well, that's why I gave you my number, duh. So we can get to know each other." They smiled widely.

Edward scoffed, putting the band-aid in the pocket of his coat. Y/n tilted their head, waving a good-bye before leaving the subway station. He watched how they walked with a bounce in their step, as if nothing in the world was wrong. Sighing, he leaned his head back and groaned. They were awfully nice for someone who lived in Gotham.

~

Edward sat in his bed, hunched over the band-aid that y/n had given him. He groaned, tugging at his hair and rocking back and forth slightly. His mind was conflicted and he had no idea what to do. No, he didn't have to text them. Did he want to? Yes. And he hated to admit that. The kindness he had experienced from them, even though it wasn't an astronomical act of kindness, was foreign to him. Empathy and friendliness were things he had never received in his life, and a stranger on the subway had given both of those things to him within a span of 10 minutes. It threw him in a loop and made him feel dizzy, stars crossing his eyes as he looked at the numbers scribbled on the paper wrapping. He knew they were setting him up for a cruel joke. Friends were probably leaning over there shoulders, waiting for him to text them. They would all laugh, pointing at his text, going on and on about how much of a stupid loser he was.

"Fuck." He mumbled.

He picked up his phone, typing in the number into his contacts. Entering the name 'y/n' as the contact name. Shakily, he typed a simple text. Edward was not sure what to say, and he wasn't even sure that he should even text them. He felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety -as he hit send, preparing for the humiliation.

'Hi, this is Edward from the subway.'

He stared at the screen, dreading yet awaiting a reply. Glancing over at his winter mask, he adjusted his glasses. The plans he had for the city were already made, but he had not begun anything yet. The most he had done was buy the mask. So, why was he texting this person? Why would he even try to form a friendship if he was going to wash everyone away in the end? It was pointless. Yet, he so desperately wanted to hold onto hope. Hoping for someone to save him from what he was becoming. Hoping for someone to show him that there was still hope for the people of Gotham. But, he felt like he was hoping for things that wouldn't happen. A chime from his phone caused him to look down, reading the text on the screen.

'Omg! Hi! I was worried you'd never text me! :D'

He stared at the text, relaxing after tensing up. There was no humiliation. No shame. No mocking. So, what was there? Kindness, perhaps? Genuine kindness? He let out a shaky breath, shivering in his cold apartment due to an open window in his bedroom. Once he sent the text, he closed it, getting too cold for his own liking.

'Were you waiting for me to text you?'

They responded quickly.

'Yeah! Is that so hard to believe? ;p'

Edward smiled softly, feeling his body warm up as he slipped under the covers of his bed. The comfort of his blankets and the conversation happening at his fingertips provided him a nice feeling. Happiness, almost. If not happiness, then at the very least it was peaceful.

'A little.'

'Well, I can't really prove it, so you'll just have to trust me. I got my laptop, btw!'

'That's good. Did you have to wait for another train?'

'Yeah, but it was ok. I used the time to read. Did you make it home ok?'

'Yes.'

'Good! So, any big plans for the weekend? Any crazy parties?'

'Do I look like I go to parties?'

'Not exactly, but I don't go to parties either. Well, at least not crazy ones. Maybe like, a birthday party for a cousin or something. I'm the life of the party at those things. They always have the best snacks and drinks.'

Edward laughed, somethings that he had not genuinely done in a while. Clearing his throat, he turned on his side, phone held in his hands. The light reflected off his glasses, shining in his dark room.

'I don't have any family. A party like that sounds fun.'

'You don't have any family?'

'No, I was raised in an orphanage.'

'Oh, I'm sorry about that.'

'It's ok.'

'Let's change the subject, ok? :) Circling back to my question, any plans this weekend?'

He appreciated the change in conversation, even though he was the one that brought the subject up. Mentally, he scolded himself for bringing up such a personal thing so early into the conversation. But, they seemed to handle it well. They didn't make fun of him for being an orphan, so that was better than everyone else.

'No plans.'

'Me neither. Wow, we're pretty boring, aren't we?'

'That was a joke btw, I don't think you're boring :)'

'I figured.'

'Well, since you don't have plans and I don't have plans...would you like to get a coffee with me or something? I know that's very cliche, but I genuinely don't know what else to do.'

His face turned beet red, shocked at what he just read. Edward still felt like this was all some elaborate prank. If he said yes, he could be walking right into a trap. But, what if it wasn't a prank? What if they were being genuine? What if they actually wanted to spend time with them? They seemed like a friendly person, but Edward knew all too well about hiding parts of yourself. Pretending to be someone you're not.

'Ok, when?'

'Yay! I was nervous you'd say no. How about tomorrow at 10? You know that one diner on 19th?'

'Yes, I actually live right across from it.'

'Woah, wait...in the apartment building near the Iceberg Lounge?'

'Yes?'

'I think we live in the same building.'

Edward shot his head up, a shocked expression on his face. Looking back down, he saw that they had texted again.

'I'm in number 22C, what about you?'

'25C.'

'No fucking way, you're shitting me?!'

'Um, no...?'

'I just moved in recently, maybe that's why we haven't noticed each other.'

'I'm not really a social person with the other people in the building. I don't keep up with newcomers.'

'That makes sense, I still can't believe it though. I'm coming out.'

Edward lifted his head up, placing his phone on the bed. He felt his heart racing and he wasn't quite sure as to why. It was just a strange chance encounter. The odds of them running into each other at the subway were slim. The odds of them talking were slim. The odds of getting each other's contact information were slim. But the odds of them living right next door from each other, that was incredibly slim. His head shot to the living room that showed through his open bedroom door as a knock echoed in the apartment. Edward got out of his bed, adjusting his glasses. He usually wore just a pair of boxers to sleep, but tonight he wore sweats and a shirt. Thank god for that. Walking through his kitchen, he looked through the peephole. When he saw y/n, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He opened the door, looking slightly down at them. Y/n looked up, mouth slightly agape. They laughed, clapping their hands in amusement.

"Holy shit...This is freaky!" Y/n said, a smile on their face.

"Yeah, quite strange." He mumbled.

"Um, sorry I'll go back in my apartment. I just wanted to see if you really lived across from me."

Edward glanced at the clock that hung on his kitchen wall. It was only 7 o'clock. He bit his bottom lip, conflicted about what to do. He couldn't explain it if he tried, but he didn't want them to go. Every day, he would spend his nights in bed. He would think about how depressing his life was, how boring it was, and how he wished something would happen to change it. He wasn't a big believer in fate, but maybe this was it? Maybe, just maybe, it was fate that y/n and him ran into each other.

'What has no hands yet can knock on your door, and you better open up if it does?'

'An opportunity.'

"W-Wait."

Y/n turned around, looking at Edward with a soft gaze. He felt himself get sheepish underneath it. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he opened his door up wider.

"Why don't we have coffee right now?"

They smiled, tilting their head at his suggestion. Pulling out their phone, they checked the time. A small chuckle left their throat.

"It's 7 o'clock. Plus, like you said earlier, you could be a serial killer."

'I very much could have been. But, now you're here...'

"I don't think I could kill you in this apartment. The walls are thick, but they're thin enough to let loud noises get through. So, I'd get caught immediately."

"What a weird way to convince me to come in. What's even weirder, is that coffee sounds very nice right about now."

He smiled, dimples showing and eyes squinting slightly. Stepping aside, he allowed y/n to walk inside his apartment. He closed the door behind them and walked with them in the living room. It was a very neat apartment, aside from the living room that had books scattered all over a desk. Y/n hummed, peeking at the covers. Some were about forensics, some about history, and some were classic books.

"Avid reader? I guess I should have assumed so, since you read The Handmaid's Tale."

"Uh, yes, yes I am. I read a lot of books while I was in the orphanage. It was a hobby that stuck with me."

Y/n nodded, looking for a place to sit. Edward motioned towards a table that resided next to the archway to the kitchen. They sat down at the table, their baggy, lacey, white camisole bunching slightly around their waist. They had the same idea as Edward and wore sweatpants tonight, causing him to smile.

"You have a lot of books, Edward. I like that."

He blushed slightly, clearing his throat.

"Um, how do you like your coffee?"

"Do you have any creamer? I like sugar and cream." They answered, playing with their hair.

"Yes, I do."

He went into the kitchen, making two cups of coffee. As he did so, he tugged at his hair. Thoughts raced through his mind, going 100 mph. His head felt dizzy and he felt a sharp pain forming at the base of his skull.

'Kill them, let them serve as an example.'

'They can be your first victim.'

'They just want to humiliate you.'

'You don't deserve friendship or love.'

'Who could ever love you?'

He took a deep breath, looking in his reflection on a plate. Edward shook his head, dismissing the terrible thoughts. He didn't want to do any of that. The thoughts were just his own mind trying to play tricks on him. He would not do any of those things. Y/n, although having only met them today, was his only shred of hope that he had for happiness. They were the only thing he had to hold on to. And, what made it even better, is that they seemed to enjoy his company as well. It felt like the stars had aligned and blessed Edward with a guardian angel, sent specifically to save him from himself. And for that, he was eternally grateful. Never again would he think violent thoughts, never again would he contemplate ending it all. He had something, someone, to keep him grounded. A friend. That's all he had ever wanted in his life.

~

That night, the two of them stayed up for hours. They talked about their jobs, Edward finally explaining to y/n what a forensic accountant did. Eventually, they delved into more personal things. Edward talked about his experience in the orphanage, how traumatic it was, how much it changed him as a person, and how it ruined his childhood. Y/n talked about their challenges growing up as a non-binary AFAB person and how their family never approved of them. The both of them listened closely to their stories while sipping away at cups of hot coffee. Neither of them had planned for any of what happened that night to happen. But, they were glad it did. Because, after that night, things took off. They hung out more, visiting each other's apartments, having breakfast, lunch, and/or dinner together. After a month of friendship, Edward had worked up the courage to ask y/n to be his partner. It was awkward, just like he was, but that's what y/n loved about him.

~

"Edward, I've already read this book literally last week. I don't really want to read it again so soon."

Y/n had asked Edward for book recommendations a day ago. He said he needed time to look through the books he had, so he could pick a good one for them. But, he had just given them a book they read recently: Wuthering Heights. Y/n pushed the book back towards him across his kitchen table.

"Trust me, you should read it again. You might realize you missed something." He said.

"What? What does that even mean?" They asked, laughing slightly.

He shrugged, taking a sip of his lemonade. Y/n shook their head, rolling their eyes as they opened the book to appease him.

"You're so ominous for no reason, Edward. Look, I'm reading the book for the 2nd time this month, wow!" They fake gasped.

"Oh come on, read it to me. What's the first paragraph say?"

Y/n sighed, looking down at the page. Their eyebrows furrowed when they saw a sticky note on the page instead. Glancing up at Edward, they noticed he had a small smile on his face. Humming, they looked back down at the sticky note.

"Y/n..." They trailed, reading the rest of the note silently to themself.

'...this past month with you has made me a happier man. I've enjoyed our talks over coffee, our movie nights, and our complaining about our jobs. But, I don't want to do that anymore as your friend. I feel strongly about you, in a way that is more than friends. I look at you every day and think about how lucky I was to meet you, even if you did almost break my nose. It was worth the pain. You've thawed out my icy heart and made me feel loved for the first time in my life.'

Y/n looked up from the note, eyes wide. Edward smiled and leaned forward. His hands rested over y/n's, holding them in his.

"Um, y/n...will you be my partner? If that's ok with you, of course. You don't have to if you don't want to. I understand you might feel pressured to say yes, bu-"

"Edward! Yes, I will!"

His eyes widened.

"Y-You will?"

"Of course!"

Edward let out a shaky breath, smiling wide as he got up from his chair. Walking around the table in one big stride, he squatted down and cupped y/n's face in his hands. He leaned in softly, planting a gentle kiss on their lips. Y/n kissed him back, dropping the book and embracing him in a warm hug.

"But, Edward, I have one question."

"Yes, anything."

"Why did you use the Wuthering Heights book...it's kind of a tragic story..."

"Y/n, that's the most romantic book you had. Would you rather me have used Romeo & Juliet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You make a good point. I have a penchant for tragic love stories, don't I? Oh my, do you think that's how we'll end up?" They asked, worry in their tone.

"What? No, of course not! That's ridiculous."

"Yeah, you're right. After all, Romeo and Juliet killed themselves because they couldn't be together, right? And, we're dating."

"That's a rather morbid look on it, but yes, you're right. I think we'll be just fine." He smiled.

~

Their relationship was a great one, fantastic even. No other couple in Gotham were quite in love like they were, and that was just a fact. It was as if they were made for each other, like soulmates. Two puzzle pieces that fit into each other perfectly. Creating a beautiful love. Edward loved y/n so much and they loved him. At the school y/n worked at, they became the favorite couple.

~

Edward sat behind the library counter with y/n, reading a book that he had brought with him. On his days off, he would go to y/n's job and keep them company. It was nice of the school to allow it, mainly because Edward helped encourage the kids to read more. He had sort of become like the library's mascot. It was cute and he didn't really mind it. A student walked up to the counter and placed a book on it.

"Good morning Y/n!" The student said.

Y/n, being non-binary, didn't really prefer to be called any titles. Because of this, they just had students and peers call them by their first name. It was their own personal choice and no one really minded it. It just made them even cooler to the students. Y/n's library was like a safe space for LGBTQIA+ people, having a pride flag hanging above their office. The school, luckily, was also a supportive school, allowing them to hang it up. Though, if they even tried to tell them to take it down, they would have put up a hell of a fight. Edward admired that about them, finding their kindness for others to be so inspiring. He also loved how they advocated for themself, not afraid to show who they really were.

"Good morning Jeremy, let's see what book we have this time."

Y/n scanned the book and looked at the cover. Their mouth formed an 'o' and they nodded their head in approval. It was a rather juvenile for someone in high school, but it was a good book nonetheless. Sometimes, you just had to read a book because you wanted to read it, not because you wanted to be smart. And y/n was a firm believer in that. Hell, they would still read Dr. Suess books sometimes, they were still as good as they were when they first read them.

"Fantastic Mr. Fox. Oh, I loved this book as a kid. Have you seen the movie?" They asked, handing the book to them.

"Yeah, that's why I wanna read the book." They smiled.

"What are we talking about?" Edward asked, peeking over his book.

"Fantastic Mr. Fox. Did you ever read the book, Edward?" Y/n asked, smiling at the kid as they walked away.

"Yes, but I never watched the movie."

"Oh, well I know what we're doing for movie night then."

"I suppose so." He smiled.

A couple laughs behind them caught their attention, and y/n turned back around the counter. Before them were a group of kids, two boys and three girls it looked like. Y/n rolled their eyes, motioning for Edward to come over. Humming, he stood up from his seat and placed his book down on the counter.

"Honey, the children want a riddle." Y/n said, already knowing what they were going to ask.

"They do? Hm..." He thought, pushing up his glasses.

The high schoolers laughed softly, looking expectantly at him. Y/n focused back to the computer, looking through a few emails as he thought of a riddle. The sound of his fingers rapping on the counter drew their attention back to him. Y/n watched in adoration as he told the group of kids a riddle.

"Ok, I was asked this riddle back in high school. It's probably one of the most intense, serious, and difficult riddle you will ever be asked. Are you ready?" He asked, ominously.

"Edward, don't scare the shit out of them!"

"Language, y/n. There are children present."

"Oh, they say worse than me."

One of the kids spoke up.

"What's the riddle!"

"Ok, if all Wibbles are Criggles, all Borkins are Kwumblins, no Hoggles are Borkins, and all Criggles are Borkins, is it true that all Borkins are Criggles?"

The kids all stared at Edward like he had three heads. Y/n burst out laughing, holding their side. He crossed his arms over his chest, acting like this was the most serious thing he had ever asked anyone.

"What the hell? Ed, did you just have a stroke?" Y/n asked.

"No, this is a serious question."

One of the girls spoke up.

"Ok, so...all Borkins are Kwumblins...I'm sorry this is too funny." She started giggling.

"All Borkins are Kwumblins, but no Hoggles are Borkins. So, all Wibbles are Criggles..." A boy mumbled.

A girl bounced up and down slightly.

"Oh, wait! I know! The question is, are all Borkins Criggles? The answer is no! Because, all Borkins are Kwumbins and all Criggles are Borkins. It's only asking about the Borkins, not the Criggles. So, no. Not all Borkins are Criggles!" She spat out, holding her tongue with her finger dramatically as if it stopped working.

Edward nodded.

"Very good! That's exactly the answer! I'm impressed, it's quite a confusing riddle." He smiled.

"Thank you Mr. Nashton! So, we have a riddle for you two!" The same girl asked.

"Oh? Well, I hope we can answer it." Y/n said, standing up next to Edward.

"Their solidarity is new, their commitment is deep, You’ll find me essential before the leap. What am I?"

Edward's face instantly went red, already knowing the answer. However, y/n took a little more time. The kids were giggling, elbowing each other to keep quiet. Y/n blushed as well, realizing the answer.

"A marriage license." They said.

"Uh huh, so...when are you guys getting married?" A boy asked.

Y/n clapped their hands.

"Oh boy, look at that! Time for my lunch break! Looks like we'll have to get back to you on that." They said, rushing them out of the library.

"Aw come on!"

"Aren't you 5 supposed to be in your classes anyways?" They asked, hands on their hips.

"Ugh, fine. But, we better get the wedding invitations!" A boy said.

"Yeah sure, go on you heathens."

"Why, so you guys can make-out?" A girl giggled.

"Inappropriate! Go on!" Y/n shoved them out of the door, closing it behind them

From behind the door, they could hear giggling and whispers, slowly fading away with footsteps. Sighing, she turned back around to see Edward propping himself up on the counter with his hand. He had his book in the other hand, hanging down by his side. Y/n shook their head in amusement as they walked back over to him.

"Call me crazy, but I think they want us to get married." He stated.

"Woah, really? That's impressive, can you read minds?" Y/n laughed.

Edward smirked, sitting back down in the chair he was in before. His leg hiked up over his other leg, hanging lazily. Flipping the page, he held it in place with his thumb. After a few moments of silence, he looked back up.

"Do you want to make-out, though?"

"Edward, there are cameras. I would love to, but I'd rather not get caught and get fired."

"What, not a fan of exhibitionism?" He teased.

"Edward Nashton, you are such a weirdo. I love that about you."

He smiled and shook his head, chuckling. The two of them fell back into a comfortable silence. When they got back home, they watched The Fantastic Mr. Fox together. Unsurprisingly to y/n, Edward absolutely loved it. His favorite character was Ash, because he too felt different. That was y/n's favorite character as well.

~

Their relationship continued to grow, 6 months turning into a year. A year turned into 2 years. 2 years turned into 3. And finally, 4 years had come around. On their 4th anniversary, Edward decided to take it to the next level.

~

Edward and y/n had finished up their anniversary dinner, now heading back to their shared apartment. After they had dated for a year, they decided they should move in together. Sure, they had already lived directly across from each other, but they wanted to be even closer. They wanted to see each other every morning and every night. Their shoes lightly clicked against the cement stairs that led down to the subway station. Y/n stopped, tugging at Edward's sleeve.

"Hey, this is the subway station we first met at!"

Edward subtly smirked to himself.

"Oh would you look at that, it is!"

They continued to walk down the stairs, finally reaching the platform. It was completely empty, due to how late it was, apart from a security guard. Y/n looked towards the bench the two of them sat at for the first time, eyes widening. Edward smiled, wrapping an arm around their waist as they walked over to it. Candles were placed on the tiled floor around it, lit and flickering in the cold air.

"Edward, did you do this?" They asked.

Glancing behind his back, he gave the security guard a smile. Yes, Edward had planned this whole thing, but it was the security guard who lit the candles just before they arrived. When he had come up to her and asked for her help, she agreed instantly. Edward, who once believed that no one in Gotham could be nice to anyone but themself, had been proven wrong. And now, he trusted other people to help him. He definitely owed the security guard.

"Y/n..."

They turned around, looking down to the ground as they saw Edward on his knee. Gasping, they cupped their hands over their mouth. Tears welled up in their eyes as they felt a shiver go down their spine. Edward took a shaky breath, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a black velvet box, holding it in his hand.

"I never told you how I felt when I first met you, and I'd like to do that now."

He looked down at the subway tiles, sniffling and then looking back up at y/n.

"I was in a dark place at that time of my life, y/n. Any hope I had of love, friendship, and happiness was dwindling away. Every day was strenuous and draining. Troubling thoughts crossed my mind, thoughts that I never wanted to act on, but felt like they were the only solution to my pain. That day we ran into each other, that was going to be the day I acted on those thoughts. But, in the span of a few minutes, you showed me more kindness than I had ever been given in my entire life. A complete stranger. It baffled me, I didn't know what to think of it. I was certain you were setting me up for an elaborate prank. But, I'm so glad I decided to text you. The kindness that you showed me, well, it saved me, y/n. You pulled me out of the darkness and showed me a sliver of light, the hope that I so desperately wanted to hang on to."

"Eddie..." They sniffled.

He brought his hand up to his face, wiping away a tear that trickled down his cheek. Clearing his throat, he went back to his speech.

"I remember when I made you that cup of coffee. I thought to myself, 'They must be my guardian angel, sent down from heaven.' I thought this because no one that perfect, breathtaking, gentle, and kind could possible be from this world. Even as you stand before me here, I find you just as ethereal as you were the day I first met you. Here. In this exact place."

Edward shivered, hands trembling as he opened up the box. A silver ring with a humble diamond rested in the soft material. It was nothing extravagant, not at all. But, it was beautiful to y/n nonetheless. In fact, it was the most lovely ring they could ever imagine, because it came from him. It was perfect.

"And, it is here, where you first came into my life, that I ask you to stay in my life. These past 4 years I've spent with you have been amazing, truly they have. But, I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore, y/n. I want to be your husband. I want married life. I want to wake up to you, knowing you're my spouse. I want to have a family with you, y/n. I want to be a dad, I want to grow old together with you. I want the stupid little arguments, I want the moody teenager, I want the house. But, I can't have any of that if I don't have you. Without you, life has no meaning, color has no hue, music has no tune, and my heart will not beat. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and when I looked into yours, I knew it was true. I looked into them and I saw good. I saw gentleness, kindness, love, and compassion. Your eyes, they are always foggy and shining, I've become addicted to looking into them. Like...like an opium haze. Addictive and mysterious. I was enthralled and I still am. I knew I wanted to be apart of your life, but I was so scared. I'm scared right now too, I'm shaking. But, I know in my heart that my love for you is true and I would be a fool to let you slip out of my life. So, y/n..."

He held up the box slightly, the object slightly shaking in his hand.

"Will you marry me, please?"

Y/n choked back a sob, hands still covering their mouth. They nodded frantically, letting the tears roll down their cheeks. Edward's eyes widened behind his glasses, glazed with tears. He straightened his posture, mouth forming a small smile.

"Yes, Edward. Yes, I will marry you! Yes!"

Edward's mouth hung slightly agape, surprised at the answer. He knew y/n would say yes, but it still caught him off guard. The tears that he had been trying to hold back were now flowing down his face. He stood up quickly, closing the box and embracing y/n in a tight hug. Their arms wrapped around each other, Edward's hand tangling in y/n's hair as he planted a chaste kiss on the top of their head. The two of them pulled away, hair stuck to their faces from the tears. He opened up the box, taking out the ring and sliding it on their ring finger. Y/n looked at it and smiled, laughing slightly. Edward laughed as well, kissing their hand and rubbing his thumb over their knuckles.

"Y/n Nashton. That has a nice ring to it." They hummed.

"My heart is still racing..." He chuckled.

"Mine too...let's go home, fiancé. We can watch Forensic Files in celebration."

"God, I'm so glad we're getting married."

"I love you so much, Edward."

"I love you too, y/n. More than you will ever know."

~