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[just-call-me-angel]

Do You Want Fries With That?

Warning(s): degradation, slut shaming, Brian is icky and i want him in my bed, fingering, AFAB! Reader, Unsafe sex, party, underage drinking, smoking (cigarettes), let me know if there's warning I missed and I'll add it <3

Author's Note: My brother's in Christ thank you so much for your patience with me, I think I've finally gotten my writing inspo back which is poggers (Of course the first fic I post in a bit is a Brian Willcox fic because I have terrible taste in men)

Summary:  “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner.

Ao3

“Oh my god (Y/N) you should totally go flirt with him.” 

You tilt your head at Jessie, brows furrowed as you follow her line of sight to the greasy dark-haired boy standing at the counter—you recognize him from school, not by name of course, but you’d seen him in the halls or in his car smoking and skipping class. 

You frown, nose scrunching as you look back at Jessie, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it would be funny duh” she responds with a giggle, shoving her unfinished drink to the side. 

Maddy nudges your side,"I bet if you showed him a little bit of cleavage he'd cream his pants–" 

"Guys I don't know–" 

Kirsten rolls her eyes, "Come on, don't be such a fucking stick in the mud its just a little bit of harmless fun." 

You bite your cheek, fidgeting with the end of your skirt as you glance again at the boy behind the counter. He’s not bad looking in your opinion—but he’s not exactly the type of guy you’d usually go for. 

Still you can’t help but appreciate his looks a bit—he’s tall and lanky, nearly 6 feet tall if the height difference between him and his coworker is anything to go by. His black hair comes down to his shoulders and you get the feeling that he doesn’t really do much to take care of it—-and you hate that he pulls the look off so easily. 

Usually he’d be wearing all black so it’s a little jarring to see him in the bright yellow Mickey’s uniform—but he’s still got a long sleeved black shirt under it and his usual black leather bracelets buckled around his wrists. His pants are baggy around his waist, barely kept up by his fraying belt and you can just barely see the long chain hanging against one leg. 

If you’re completely honest he’s actually more your type than the guys you usually went out with—-you don’t admit that to your friends of course. 

“Come on (Y/N) you’d be doing him a favor— he isn’t exactly a chick magnet” Maddy chirps, brushing your hair behind your ear a bit. 

Jessie leans over the table, “Come on don’t be a prude—”  

You pout, “I’m not being a prude—”

“Sure had us fooled—” Kirsten teases, giving you a pointed look, “We’re not even asking you to go fuck the guy.”

The girls look at you expectantly and you instantly feel powerless, biting your cheek and averting your gaze as you shift to the edge of the booth, “Sorry I was being stupid—you guys are totally right it’s not even a big deal.” you force a giggle, smiling as you get up from the table.

Jessie smacks your ass and winks as you pass, “Remember to show a little cleavage—”

You weren’t a mean girl—-or at least you liked to think so—but you hang out with mean girls. In fact, that's what the majority of your friend group consists of—mean, bitchy, popular girls who found joy in putting others down and the asshole jocks they liked to screw around with.

And you blindly follow them—-at this point it’s hard to even make excuses for yourself. It was social suicide to stand up to them and as much as you hated the way they treated people, you also weren’t willing to give up the social status you had gained from them—who were you to complain when they had basically taken you under their wing when you moved to town in your freshmen year.

Really you were no better than them—so maybe you were a mean girl.

You were certainly on track to making that a proven fact as you made your way towards the counter to do as your friends had instructed. It's just a little bit of harmless fun––just flirt and embarrass him a little and be done with it.

The boy, whose name you still couldn't remember, had his back turned so he didn't notice you at first. His coworker—possibly another classmate—glances at you, brows furrowed for a moment before he gestures for the black-haired boy to look in your direction. He turns to you grumbling something about how much he hated his job, and for a moment you consider turning back. 

He stares dumbly at you, brows furrowing as he speaks in a very flat and bored tone, “Welcome to Mickey’s I’m Brian how can I help you.” 

Brian––you do vaguely remember hearing that name being tossed around—it seems so very fitting for him, though you can’t say you could possibly imagine another name for him.

You glance back at your friends—Maddy gives you a thumbs up, Jessie winks at you making a gesture like she’s encouraging you to show off your tits a bit more—Kirsten holds your gaze for a few seconds like she’s daring you to turn back. 

Fuck it—it was just a little harmless fun–-so what if that made you a mean girl. 

You turn to look at Brian again, giving him your best smile, honey-sweet and flirty as you lean forward, palms flat against the counter, chest on full display for Brian (and his coworker) to see. He seems almost completely unfazed, glancing at you with a look somewhere between boredom and annoyance.

He hardly even looks down at your chest, green eyes flitting down for the briefest of moments. Most men spent a good majority of their interactions with you just staring at your chest—especially after you hit puberty—god you still remember the exact moment boys started to look at you differently. So having a boy suddenly ignore you like this was—odd to say the very least. 

His eyes are a little slower in the way they drag back up from your chest to meet your eyes once more, still bored as ever as you lean in a little more, biting your lower lip in the way that always seemed to drive guys mad, “We go to school together don’t we?” 

He stares at you for what feels like ages and then shrugs, offering you nothing more than a grunt. You take it in stride, though it does throw you off a bit the way he doesn’t seem at all affected by your advances. Men were usually so simple, so easy to crack, a few flirty glances and they all fell to their knees in an instant.  Brian at his core is like any other man, just show him a little skin and he’ll crumble like all the rest. 

You giggle despite him having not said a word—it only seems to annoy him more as he rolls his eyes at you and sighs heavily, "Can I help you?"

You bob your head to the side, and smile thoughtfully, “Maybe—ya know I’m surprised I haven’t noticed you before, you’re kinda cute.” 

"Listen I’m gonna stop you right there, I know your type and im not interested" 

You blink at him, laughing awkwardly, "I don't know what you mean by that Brian."

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and huffing, "You think that just because you're a pretty girl that you can do whatever you want and get away with it—"

You stammer, face going red as you try to deny his accusation, but he talks over you.

"Let me guess, your friends dared you to come over here and put on a little show for me—see if I'd embarrass myself for your entertainment? You must be really fucking full of yourself if you think I wouldn't see right through your little nice girl act—"

"I—I wasn't—that's not why—"

He doesn't seem at all interested in hearing your excuses and honestly you don't even know what to say. 

"Listen Princess, I'm sure you're used to every other loser you fuck with giving you what you want and you probably think you're doing them some kind of favor but I'm not fucking interested, so either order or get fucking lost." 

You bite down on your bottom lip, swallowing a whimper as you blink back tears and Brian stares at you with disdain, the hint of a smirk on his lips as his coworker snickers behind him. You glance back at your friends and they’re all laughing at you—Kirsten in particular looks especially pleased by this turn of events as she points and giggles.

It shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does that their cruelty has been turned towards you—that’s just how they are sometimes. They only wanted someone to laugh at so they could feel like they were above it all—it didn’t matter that it was you they were throwing under the bus—you just needed to learn to take a fucking joke.

You don’t even fault them for it anymore and come tomorrow this would be a thing of the past and you would go back to following them blindly. But for now you have to focus on not crying in front of them all—especially Brian. 

“So what’s it gonna be Princess? Are you gonna order something or do you want me to keep embarrassing you in front of your friends?” He sneers, crossing his arms as you finally look at him,  “Or are you one of those girls that get off on being humiliated?” 

No—absolutely fucking not—you weren’t enjoying this—

He bobs his head to one side and lets his eyes drag over your body—it’s different from the way boys usually look at you—and it definitely should not make you feel hot between your thighs. His eyes drag back up to meet yours and you shiver, biting down a quiet choked gasp.

After a minute of struggling to think of a response all you can manage is a weak, “Fuck you—”

He chuckles darkly, tongue jutting out to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “You want fries with that?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you bite your cheek to keep from crying as you curl your fists at your side and turn on your heels, refusing to look Brian in the eyes as you rush back to your table. Your friends are still laughing, barely trying to muffle their excitement at your humiliation as you grab your bag off of the seat next to Maddy.

“(Y/N) babes, where are you going?” Maddy chirps, just barely hiding her giggle behind her hand. 

“I’m going home—”

Kirsten rolls her eyes, tapping her long nails on the table and sneering at you, “Oh don’t be so dramatic hun it’s not that big of a deal.” 

You shake your head, swallowing the urge to start crying as you try to maintain your dignity, “No it’s not this I just remembered I still haven’t finished that paper for History and I want to make sure I have it done before that party this weekend.” 

Jessie huffs on the other side of Kirsten, “Oh shit would you do mine? I totally suck at that History crap–”

“Yeah sure—just tell me what your topic was and I’ll get it done before Friday” 

“Awesome! Thanks babes you’re a total lifesaver!” Jessie giggles, “No hard feelings about tonight right?” 

Kirsten gives you a look, brow raised as you look down at your feet sheepishly and laugh nervously, “Yea–yea no hard feelings, it's not even a big deal or anything—I’ll see you tomorrow okay.” 

You don’t even let them finish their goodbyes before you turn tail and head for the exit, heels clicking loudly as you rush to your car. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you close your car door behind you and settle into the front seat. You don’t even know what’s more distressing— the humiliation— or the fact that you actually kind of liked Brian humiliating you. 

You blink away the tears starting to spill down your cheeks and stare through the windshield until you see Brian watching you from inside the restaurant with a smug little smile, green eyes staring right through you like he knew exactly how he was making you feel.

You had never in your life broken so many traffic laws to get home as fast as possible—ignoring the questioning look your father gave you from the living room when you slammed the front door shut behind you. 

You wish you could say that night was the one and only time you went to bed after making yourself cum on your fingers thinking about Brian and the way he had humiliated you. But you couldn’t get him out of your head—it was like your interaction at Mickey’s had turned a dial in your brain and now you notice him everywhere. 

He was driving you fucking nuts and it wasn’t like you could talk to anyone about it—your friends would have a field day if they found out you had the hots for Brian of all people. So you kept it to yourself, hoping the feelings would just go away—-God, you hadn’t felt like this since you first hit puberty. 

It didn’t help that he seemed to know exactly how he was affecting you, always giving you the same smirk whenever he caught you staring at him in the halls at school or while he was smoking by his car. 

Brian isn’t a guy you should get involved with—he was the kind of guy who fucked you like he hated you—-and he had made it abundantly clear that he hated you. Plus it was social suicide to be seen with a guy like him.

Maybe there was something wrong with you because you couldn’t seem to help yourself—you start seeking him out—-you try to convince yourself that it’s just to prove a point—it’s complete bullshit—you wanted him to humiliate you again.

The bell at the front door of Mickey’s jingles and your heels click on the tiled floor as you step into the restaurant. You glance around, pleased to find that there aren’t many people around—at least not anyone you went to school with. 

Brian was once again turned away from you, leaning back against the counter and chatting with the same coworker from last time—his name still escapes you and as horrible as that makes you feel, you can’t really bring yourself to care too much as you stand on the other side of the counter waiting patiently for them to notice you. 

His coworker glances at you clearly both confused and amused that you had returned—you don’t miss the way his eyes drag down your body before he speaks, “Brian you’ve got a customer.” 

Brian groans, stretching his arms out above his head before he turns to face you, he raises a brow at you when he recognizes you, “Look who decided to come back,” he looks past you as if searching the rows of booths and tables for your usual friend group.

You offer him your sweetest smile,” I came alone,” you laugh nervously, “No dare this time I promise”

Somehow it’s almost more humiliating knowing your friends aren’t there with you—-at least then you had the excuse of stupid dare to fall back on—

“Why did you come back then?” He smirks, tilting his head down at you. 

Good fucking question.

You bow your head sheepishly, “I came to apologize—”

“Bullshit” 

You flinch, looking up at him with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me Princess.” He hums, eyes slowly dragging down your body, “I think you came back because you liked being humiliated—”

You stammer,“That’s not why—”

He leans against the counter and still towers over you, “You and I both know that’s bullshit.” 

All you can do is stare at him, blinking stupidly and struggling to speak.

He chuckles, pleased by your dumbstruck look, “I’ve got a break in 15 minutes if you wanna show me why you really came here.” 

“I came to apologize that’s all” you sound far less sure of yourself than you want to as you shake your head and anxiously watch him. 

He raises a brow, tongue swiping out for a split second to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “Come one don’t act all innocent now, I know you came here to get humiliated again—” 

You shake your head again, making yourself a bit dizzy, “That’s not—” 

He leans a little further forward his voice lowering, “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” 

Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner. 

The whimper escapes your lips before you can even swallow it and you freeze instantly, hands trembling at your side as you fight to look away from Brian. He looks shocked for a split second, brows raised and cheeks slightly flushed before his lips curve up into a smug little grin. 

He chuckles darkly, “Well isn’t that cute—”

You can’t even bring yourself to speak—anything you say would probably only humiliate you further. You bite your lower lip and suck in a stuttered breath before turning on your heels, Brian’s laughter echoing behind you as you helplessly rush to your car—once again feeling far too hot between your thighs. 

You figured after your second time being humiliated by Brian that your thirst would be quenched and you could move on with your life—go back to screwing around with mediocre men and letting your friends walk all over you.  But your fixation only seemed to worsen the more you tried to deny it. 

Maddy’s boyfriend Hunter was hosting a big party tonight—that was your opportunity to forget all about Brian—or at least make a damned good attempt at forgetting. 

Except you weren’t exactly fond of the distractions being offered to you tonight. Maddy had been trying to set you up with her boyfriend’s best friend Max for nearly 2 months and you were beyond uninterested at this point. 

So you were adamantly avoiding him—slipping into the crowd of drunk teens and hiding whenever you saw him. You almost felt a little bad—Max wasn’t a bad guy—-though you honestly hadn’t made much of an effort to get to know him so you really couldn’t say that for sure. He was a jock who spent most of his time trying to bore you to death with football stats or trying not so slyly to get into your pants. 

Avoiding Max was made a little less annoying since he was easy to spot when he was twice your size and stood only an inch or two shorter than Brian. Still it was getting a bit tedious having to duck your head every time you saw him enter a room. You wanted to be able to enjoy the party—you’d dressed up in your cutest little slip dress that barely covered your ass—and you were barely getting to show it off because you were too fucking anxious to tell Maddy that you didn’t want to fuck Max.

You poke your head into the kitchen, sighing in relief when you don’t see Max in there waiting for you. You slip past a couple making out by the counter, swiping a red solo cup and pouring the first bottle you can reach into it—as long as it gets you tipsy you honestly don’t care how it tastes at this point.

At least you didn’t have to avoid Brian—he rarely came to these parties—you doubted he was even ever invited on the occasions that he did make an appearance. A part of you foolishly hoped that you would see him—-you weren’t doing a very good job of trying to forget him. 

You sip absently at your mystery drink, eyes darting over the crowd until you spot Jessie and Maddy making their way towards you, smiling and giggling drunkenly.  You do your best to look pleased to see them, raising your cup in silent greeting as they come stumbling into the kitchen.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god you bitch we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jessie chirped, words slurring a bit towards the end.

Maddy giggles, leaning heavily against Jessie’s side, “Max has been looking for you too,”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, taking another sip of your drink as your eyes dart again over the crowd to make sure Max isn’t coming your way.

Maddy’s nose wrinkles at you and she scoffs, “Ya know you’re being a real bitch avoiding him all the time—” 

“I’m not being a bitch—”

“Yes you are—I don’t even know why I tried setting you guys up, you can’t even appreciate what I did for you”  

You sigh, tension already pulsing in your forehead, “I’m sorry. I just don’t really feel like myself right now—I promise I’m not avoiding him.” 

She squints at you, glancing at Jessie silently communicating with her before looking back at you again, “ Is this about that stupid thing at Mickeys?”

“What—” you sputter, nearly spitting out your drink, “No–it’s not—it’s not about that—I’m just stressed about school I guess I don’t know.” 

Jessie giggles, she's probably the happiest drunk you’ve ever met, “You just need some dick–” she hiccups and tugs on Maddy’s arm, “I wanna go dance”

You give a strained smile, laughing awkwardly, “Maybe you’re right.” 

Maddy seems to have lost interest in scolding you, excited at the offer to dance, “Ooo! Good Idea—(Y/N) stop avoiding Max” 

“Will do—” 

She doesn’t even wait for your answer before she’s dragging Jessie back into the crowd, both of them swaying precariously. Just as you think that you’ve still got a minute to relax before you have to hide again, you spot Max standing near Jessie and Maddy, the two girls instantly pointing in your direction— God this was shaping up to be the worst game of Hide and Seek that you’d ever played. 

You duck your head as quick as you can, darting out of the room and into the hall to find a new place to hide. 

You glance behind you for a second before slipping into a dimly lit room. The door shuts behind you and you lock it with a click, resting your head against the frame with a sigh of relief–-peace at last.

A cough echoes behind you and you nearly drop your cup as you turn to look at whoever you had locked in the room with you. You see a cloud of smoke first, and then as it gets blown out the window you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Don't look so disappointed to see me Princess, you'll hurt my feelings" 

You really had the worst luck.

You blinked stupidly at Brian as he sits in front of the window, a nearly finished cigarette perched between his fingers. 

"What are you doing here?"

He snorts, tapping his finger against the cigarette and watching as the ashes fall, "I could ask you the same thing— aren't girls like you supposed to be the life of the party"

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, "I'm just taking a break"

He nods but doesn't seem at all convinced based on the little smirk he's got, "Your friends ditch you?" 

"No, they just–"

"Ya know I can be pretty good company when I want to be" he hums thoughtfully, putting the cigarette out against the window frame before tossing it carelessly out the window. He stands and even though you've got plenty of space between the two of you, you suddenly feel cornered. 

He takes a step towards you, tilting his head and smirking as his green eyes wander over your body, “I was sorta disappointed that you left so quickly last time we talked—but that little noise you made before you left made it worth it.” 

You whimper, biting your tongue and pressing your back against the door frame as he takes a few more steps closer to you,chuckling, “Who knew you were such a little freak—”

Brian crowds you against the door, one hand resting palm flat next to your head while the other reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, “What’s it gonna be princess—you gonna stop acting all innocent and let me fuck you—-or do you wanna go back out there and join your pathetic excuse for friends?” 

You scoff, doing your best to look as annoyed as possible despite the heat already pooling in your stomach, “Why would I–-Why would I fuck you?”

“Because you know I’ll fuck you in the way you need to be fucked,” he pauses, relishing in the way your breath stutters, “You want to be ruined don’t you princess—” 

“No I don’t—that’s disgusting—” 

At this point you aren’t even doing a good job of convincing yourself and Brian, like the asshole he is, looks all too smug about it. He drags one hand slowly down your arms until you can feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress. He hums in appreciation when he brushes over your panties, damp fabric telling him everything he needed to know. 

He leans in a little until you can feel his breath hot against your ear, “Then why are you so wet princess?” 

You whimper and he chuckles, pressing his thumb over your clit for a second before pulling his hand out from under your skirt. He tilts his head at you and rests his hand on your hip, stroking slow circles over the fabric of your dress, “You have a choice to make.” 

You should leave. You should slip out of his arms and go back out to the party. You’d probably have to deal with Max but maybe that was worth it. Or maybe Brian was right—and you hated him for that. More than anything you hated that you still wanted him. 

He’s giving you a way out—-a way to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine—-a way to maintain what's left of your dignity. And Brian is all too calm about the situation, shifting his leg between your thighs and smiling down at you like he isn’t giving you an impossible choice—-he doesn’t even seem worried that you’ll turn him down. 

Fuck him—fuck this party—fuck your friends—-fuck Max—-

Fuck it—

You don’t say a word, your hand curling into the front of his hoodie as you drag him down, crashing your lips into his before he can stop you. He seems genuinely surprised at first, eyes wide and cheeks flushed—and you almost think that you might have some power over him.

He lets you take control for all of 5 seconds before he presses you a little harder into the door, fingers digging into your hip as he kisses you with a bruising force. 

His lips are softer than you had expected—not that you would ever admit to ever imagining what they might feel like. And he tastes of cigarette smoke, shitty beer, and Mickey’s curly fries—it should disgust you—-more than anything it just makes you disgusted in yourself—and you love it.

You aren’t inexperienced by any means—and yet kissing Brian makes you feel like it's your first time all over again—-he’s rough and all consuming, dragging you impossibly close and leaving you dizzy. 

He moves his hand off of the door behind you, quickly cradling the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair. He tugs lightly at first, smirking into the kiss when you gasp and then tugs again a little harder until your mouth falls open in a pathetic little whine. 

“Needy little thing–,”he coos at you, kissing your jaw, “You just need someone to put you in your place don’t you princess?” 

He nips at the underside of your jaw, pressing the rough fabric of his pants against your clothed cunt until you respond with a whimper. You can feel him grin as he presses another kiss to your jaw, “You make such pretty little noises.” he praises, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so worked up—you’ve been imagining this haven’t you?” 

You try to shake your head, and he chuckles, “You don’t have to lie princess, we both know you’re just a pretty little whore who likes to get humiliated—otherwise you would have left already.” 

You really shouldn’t let him call you a whore—and you absolutely shouldn’t feel so turned on by it. 

“I’m not—” 

“Not what?” He raises a brow at you, “Not a whore?” You shake your head and he narrows his eyes at you, tugging your hair again until you let out a choked whine. 

“No—i’m not a whore—”

He tilts his head, “Then leave, because I’m not here to treat you nicely,” his fingers grip your hip harder, dragging you forward until his knee is once again pressed firmly against your cunt, “If you stay here I’ll show you exactly how much of a needy little whore you really are.” 

It’s not even a threat at this point, it's a promise. You don’t move an inch, still firmly pressed against the door despite him having loosened his hold on you slightly. He’s giving you another opportunity to leave and instead of taking it like you know you should—you roll your hips against his leg with a whine. 

Brian hums, “See that wasn’t so hard,” he pauses, tugging your hair and forcing you to tilt your head to look at him—His dark hair hangs over his face, just barely hiding the way his green eyes darken as he stares back at you, “You gonna let me ruin you?” 

It’s pathetic how quickly you submit to him with a quiet whimper, “Please—” 

He grins wolfishly, pushing you back against the door and grinding his knee between your thighs one more time before moving his hand from your hip back under your dress. He laughs when you let out an airy whine, cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers brush over your dampened panties, “Fuck—you’re soaked—you really need it bad don’t you baby—that why you were being so bratty before?” 

Your bottom lip trembles and you look away sheepishly as he drags his thumb over your clit with a low hum of approval against your collarbone. You bite your tongue, swallowing a moan as you arch into his hand, clinging to his hoodie with trembling hands. 

“You get this wet for all the jocks you spread your legs for”

You want to tell him that you actually haven’t even fucked that many guys—and most of them weren’t even jocks—but he makes it clear he isn’t actually looking for an answer as he works he shoves your panties to the side and runs his fingers over your slick cunt making you inhale sharply before can say a single word.

“I bet they all treat you like a little cumdump don’t they?” he hums, thumb grazing your clit again, “Dumb little thing like you probably begs them to fill you up, right?” 

You whimper, “No–-No—I don’t—I make them use condoms—” 

“Oh yea? Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought—” He teased, fingers prodding at your entrance, “I’ll fix that though don’t you worry, I’ll remind you what a dumb little slut you are.” 

“I’m not—”

He clicks his tongue, and bites your shoulder, “Shut up—I don’t wanna hear shit from you unless you’re begging me to fuck you.” 

You fall silent in an instant, save for a choked whine as your cunt clenched around nothing. He drags the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders with his teeth and hums in approval when you move obediently to pull them off your arms, letting the top half of your dress bunch up around your waist. 

His eyes go wide for a second, pupils dilating as he stares at your exposed chest, “You really are a whore—-were you hoping to get some action tonight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, letting go of your hair in favor of palming one of your breasts, a groan slipping past his lips when he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb. 

He drags his tongue down in a slick line between your breasts, chuckling lowly when you shiver, fingers trembling as you grasp his shoulders, “It’s real lucky I found you when I did,“ he groans as his other hand moving again between your thighs, middle finger slowly pressing into you as you let your head fall back against the door with an airy whine of his name. 

 “Holy shit—you’re fucking tight.” 

Your cunt tenses around his finger as he pulls back out and then pushes back in a little faster, this time slipping his middle and index finger in. It pulls the air right out of your lungs and you are reminded very suddenly that no other guy had ever actually finger fucked you—until now. 

Brian had been right about one thing—most guys you hooked up with were strict followers of the hit it and quit it rule and that usually meant they didn’t focus very hard on anything except getting their dicks inside of you. So foreplay wasn’t really something you were used to—unless of course it involved sucking a guy off. 

And now Brian—-of all the people in the world it had to be him—-was quite literally blowing your mind, curling his fingers in your cunt and dragging the most pathetic little noises out of you. 

Brian doesn’t even seem fazed, too busy latching onto your tits and fucking you on his fingers. It was like he didn’t even realize that he was shattering your world—or maybe he did notice and he just didn’t care.

“Jesus—look at you—” his voice is low, nearly a growl as he sucks a bruise onto your chest, “You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you princess?”

You nod, “Feels so—ah—fuck—good—”

A third finger slips into your tight heat and you choke on your words, hand flying up to cover your mouth as you toss your head back against the door. Brian hums, thumb circling your clit, “Shit—you act like you’ve never been fingered before—”

You bite your hand, looking away from him and that’s all the answer he needs as he stares up at you with a devilish smirk.

“Oh that’s just cute—“ he chuckles, jerking his wrist suddenly and driving his fingers a little deeper into your cunt, dragging a broken sob from your lips, “No wonder you’re such a needy little thing,” 

His pace quickens and with every curl of his fingers you could feel yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. You can barely think or speak or do anything except whine helplessly, trembling as you cling to his shoulders. Brian relishes in every little sound you make and every weak roll of your hips only seems to spur him on.

“You can’t cum til you beg for it princess,” he warns, pressing an openmouthed kiss to your jaw, “Even pretty little whores like you have to ask for permission.” 

He knows you're close—-so close you can practically taste it. You don’t even try to argue with him—You’re far too focused on the possibility of getting to cum that you can’t be bothered to fight him.

“Ple–please” 

“Aw I think you can do a little better than that princess.” he teases, the pad of his thumb circling your clit, making your cunt clench around his fingers. 

Distantly you consider telling him to fuck off—the words die on your tongue almost as quick as they came. He looks so smug, tilting his head to one side and smirking as you struggle to speak, words escaping you with every drag of his fingers.

“Please—-please Brian”

“I need it—please”

“Please—I’ll do anything—please—”

His hand stills between your thighs and you have to bite down a frustrated whimper as he grins at you, “Admit that you’re just another cockhungry whore and I’ll let you cum.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, “I’m—”

“Go on princess, say it—say ‘I’m a cockhungry whore’” he hums.

“I’m a—I’m a cockhungry—whore.” 

“Atta girl” He groans, wasting little time driving his fingers back into your cunt, dragging you right back to the edge—it happens in the blink of an eye and your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm. 

Brian is relentless—he drags your orgasm out until you can barely stand, thighs trembling as you cling desperately to him, choked little whines falling from your lips. He fucks you through every minute of it—-making it nearly impossible for your completely come down from the high. 

You fall limp against him, whining pathetically when he keeps toying with your clit and you can hear him laughing through the haze that follows your climax and all you can do is blink stupidly at him. He brings one arm around your waist to keep you steady while the other remains between your thighs. 

He coos at you sweetly “What’s the matter princess? That too much for you.” 

You nod blearily, “sensitive—” 

“We aren’t done yet princess” he hums, dragging his fingers roughly over your clit one more time, chuckling when you let out an airy gasp, “You want my cock don’t you?” 

It’s pointless to deny his question—it wouldn’t sound believable even to you. 

You take a shaky breath, nodding sheepishly and peering up at him with wide eyes. He groans and pulls you closer, lips crashing roughly against yours. The kiss is short and sloppy, but it still takes the breath out of you like the first kiss had and he chuckles at the way you whine when he pulls away. 

He is gentle as he guides you to the bed on the other side of the room, he only teases you once about the way your legs shake as you walk before he helps you sit on the edge of the bed.  

You tilt your head up at him watching curiously as he pulls his hoodie off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He smirks but doesn’t say a word as he unbuckles his belt, working his pants open enough that he can tug them down to his thighs, dragging his boxers with them. 

You stare, wide eyed and red cheeked at his cock—he’s big—bigger than any guy you’d ever been with. It’s both terrifying and thrilling. 

He raises a brow at you, “What are you waiting for princess, thought you said you were a cock hungry whore?” 

You pout, face burning a little hotter, “I only said that because you wouldn’t let me cum otherwise—”

“You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” he hums, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock before you can pull away, “Look at that, look at those pretty hands on my cock.” 

You whimper at the feeling of his cock warm and heavy in your hands, the bright pink of your nails contrasting brightly off of his skin. 

Brian chuckles at your reaction, hand reaching up to brush stray hairs out of your face, "You were made for this princess— think about what all your little friends would say if they saw you like this—" he traces his thumb over your bottom lip and groans as he  bucks his hips forward pushing his cock against the palm of your hand, "What do you think they'd say, hm?"

"I–I–I don't know—"

"Oh but I think you know exactly what they'd say," he clicks his tongue, pressing his thumb down a little harder on your lower lip, forcing your lips to part, "They'll think you're a whore–"

"No–no they—"

He hisses, shaking his head as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you fall silent, save for a quiet whimper, as he reaches down with his other hand to guide your hand along his cock, "They already know you're a whore—they probably knew you'd spread your legs for me didn't they?"

You try to shake your head or pull your hand off his dick but he doesn't let you move an inch that  he doesn't want you to. Brian smiles, guiding your hand back and forth along the length of his cock. You stare at him and then down between the two of you. 

Instinctively you squeeze his cock, a sense of pride rises inside your chest when Brian groans. He presses his thumb back a little farther on your tongue, spit pooling in your mouth and licks his lips as he smirks at you. You squeeze his cock again and after a moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, grunting as he shoves you back against the mattress. 

“You still want my cock princess?”

You nod after a moment, fists curled into the sheets as you stare up at him. He's surprisingly gentle as he traces his hands over your thighs, hiking the skirt of your dress back up around your waist. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties and he taps your hip, beckoning you to lift your bottom half off of the mattress so he can drag the thin fabric down to your ankles. 

He shifts a little closer, cock brushing against your thigh and you roll your hips in anticipation. He raises a brow at you, slightly shocked by your movement but he doesn't move to stop you, instead he reaches down between the two of you with one hand to guide his cock against your  wet cunt, watching your reaction with a pleased groan when you whimper at him.

Brian presses into you slowly, stretching you with every inch of his cock. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his cock deeper. It drags the air from your lungs and forces a string of breathless curses and whines to fall past your lips.

"Fu—fuck—oh fuck—you're so tight—" he hisses, biting his lower lip as he watches every inch of his cock disapear into the tight heat of your cunt. It takes him what feels like ages to bottom out, cock hitting the deepest parts of you until you swear you can feel him in your belly.

Mercifully he stops moving, seemingly just as overwhelmed as you by the feeling of you clenching around him. His mercy lasts for scarcely a minute before he rolls his hips and drags his cock out a few inches before driving it right back in with a low groan. 

You choke, trembling hands reaching up to grasp at his t shirt, "bri—brian—fuck"

"It's alright princess—fuck you were made for this—" hums, leaning forward, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches up to hold your face. You whimper as he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains.

“Brian—bri—wait—” 

He slams back into you forcing a choked sound from the back of your throat, “fuck—you—-how—how are you so fucking tight?” he starts thrusting slow and hard, gripping your hips as his pace quickens. 

“Bri—”

One hand drags up from your hip to tangle into your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “What is it pretty girl—” 

A whimper spills from your lips and you reach for him, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer, “bri—brian—please—-you’re—-you’re too big—-slo—slow down”

He laughs, driving his cock into you a little harder, “You think I’d believe that I’m bigger than those fucking jocks you spread your legs for?” 

You tremble under him,”Please—bri—-please—I’m serious—-fuck—”

“Oh thats real fucking cute—” he grins, tugging on your hair and groaning when your cunt clenches around him, “Don’t you worry princess—I told you I’d take care of you.” 

He reminds you again that he has no intention of being nice or gentle with you as he fucks you just as relentlessly as he had when he had you cumming on his fingers. You barely even register the fact that he’s not wearing a condom—-you hate that your cunt flutters at the thought of him filling you with his cum. 

And yet you beg him for more. Clinging desperately to him and sobbing with every bruising thrust of his cock. He grips your hip and holds you in place as he sets a brutal pace fucking you—-tearing you apart and then putting you back together with every drag of his cock—-

You’re ruined for anyone else—-you can’t even deny that at this point—-though you obviously weren’t about to admit that outright to him—-especially not when he’s still in the process of ruining you.

It doesn’t even take long for him to send you headfirst into another orgasm-—-it’s sort of terrifying how easily he brings you to the edge—-normally you were lucky to be able to orgasm even once—-

The only warning you get is the string of curses that spill from his lips and the jerk of his hips as he drives his cock into you as deep as it will go—your cunt flutters again and he spills into you saying your name all soft and pretty like a prayer.

He falls with you and your vision blurs—time slows and all you can feel is Brian—he surrounds you—consumes you—you drown in him.

His pace remains just as relentless and unforgiving even as he fucks you through your second orgasm and all you can do is cling to him. He curls over you, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine every time he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck––Bri—Brian” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit.

He shifts, pressing a few lazy kisses up your buck and along your jaw and then drags you into a sloppy kiss. He pulls out, smirking into the kiss as you whimper at the loss of his cock, cum already beginning to drip out of your cunt. 

He rolls over, laying down beside you on the mattress. You come down from the high slowly, and even then you feel like you're stuck in a fog. You feel good—perfect actually—perfect and full and warm—

Without thinking you shift a little closer to him, curling against his side with a content sigh. At first he leans into it, arm curling around your side, hand tracing over your hip.

His laugh startles you,"I didn't expect you to be so clingy afterwards" 

In an instant you pull away from him, dragging yourself up off the bed with a huff, "Fuck you Brian—"

He laughs again, leaning up on his elbows to look at you with a smirk, "Pretty sure I did fuck you already princess," he pauses, eyes dragging down between your thighs, "unless that's someone elses cum dripping from your cunt—"

"Fuck off." You hiss, pulling the end of your dress down and glancing around in search of your panties. 

"You looking for something pretty girl—"

You turn to him as he shifts towards the end of the bed, tugging his pants up and giving you a smug grin. You narrow your eyes at him as he reaches his hand into pocket and lifts your lacy blue panties up in front of you. 

"Give them back."

He thinks for a moment and then shrugs, "No I don't think I will,"

"Brian—"

"Nope" he hums, shoving the panties back into his pocket, "I think I'll keep em as a souvenir"

You curse under your breath, preparing to argue further until he gets up off the bed, taking a step towards you, tilting his head at you, " —maybe i'll give em back to you next time"

You bite your lip, stepping backwards and shaking your head, "We can't do this again—"

 Brian raises a brow, “Who says?” 

You fidget with the hem of your dress, pulling down a bit farther to cover your thighs—-you really wish you hadn’t gone with such a short dress—it was doing very little to hide the slick coating of your inner thighs. 

You shrug after a moment, “We just can’t—-this was fun and all but—” 

“Oh it was fun was it—” 

“Well—I mean—”

He laughs—another step forward—-and another two backwards until you reach the door—- “You admitting you had fun with little old me? I’m flattered truly—-and I’ll be honest you’re a better fuck than I thought.” 

You turn the lock and grip the door handle—-glancing at him with a frown before opening the door slightly—- “Let’s just agree to never discuss this okay?” 

He looks at you for a moment, and then shrugs, leaning down to swipe his jacket up off the ground, “If that’s what you want then that’s fine by me,” he pauses as if considering his next words carefully—though you know for a fact he rarely ever thinks very clearly about any choice he’s ever made—- “Wouldn’t want your friends to find out what a little whore you are would you?” 

In an instant you spin on your heels, just barely catching yourself as you pull the door open enough to slip through, losing yourself in the hordes of teenagers moving through the house—-as you pull the door shut behind you, you catch another glimpse of Brian, winking as he pulls a lighter and a fresh cigarette from his pocket—-

You left the party early—-mercifully you didn’t run into any of your friends—-though you did catch Max’s eye as you slipped past an incredibly stoned classmate—-you imagined you would be hearing from Maddy or Kirsten later on—-probably Kirstem, these days it seemed like getting on your ass was what brought her the most joy. 

That wasn’t your biggest priority though if you were honest—-you really should not have fucked Brian fucking Wilcox.

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intro

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Lullabies from Apartment 3B

Nanin Adalulrasan (OC)/Sammael(OC)

Main Tags: Meetcute, Single Parent, Tattoo Artist

Nanin is not the neighborly type. Honestly, he doesn’t give two shits about the people who live in his apartment building. He’s content to live and let live for the most part. That is, of course, until his new next door neighbor moves in. Who plays Slipknot at this fucking hour anyway? --- A Modern Au fic in which Nanin Adalulrasan (@quitecontrarycherry's OC) and Sammael 'The Hound' (My OC) are neighbors living in the same apartment building.

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Little Miss Loser

Chapter 7 - The Language Of Losers

Warnings: none

Authors Note: Hey guys!! Sorry about the delay on this update! I've been sick since last week but I'm starting to feel a little better finally. I'm not loving this chapter as much as my last couple of updates so if you see me edit this chapter at all mind your business lmao. I did enjoy the banter in this chapter at least lol :) Thank you guys so much for the continued support!! I've loved chatting with some of you guys on tumblr its really kept my motivated and inspired!

Summary: Frank and the reader are little shits and they absolutely team up against Richard also Edwin gives surprisingly good advice

Ao3

Chapters: || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 ||

Listening to Richard’s bullshit was already pretty awful. But having to hear him drone on and on about his nine steps was so much worse. You were almost positive it was some form of psychological torture at this point, especially when Richard literally had you all as his captive audience.

The only bright side was having another person there to annoy the shit out of Richard in return. You were actually pretty impressed by how easily Frank slipped into the role of Richard’s annoying brother-in-law. Even Dwayne looks entertained as he listens to his uncle's sarcastic replies to Richard’s nonsense. 

At first, Richard is oblivious to the snide remarks from both you and Frank, too busy prattling on with his sales pitch. 

“--This is the guy who broke Tony Robbins! I mean he knows how to do it — start with the book; media tour; then corporate events, consulting, video series, direct buys on TV”  

You glance at Frank and then Dwayne, rolling your eyes. You honestly had his pitch memorized, you’d heard it so many times. 

“--There’s a science in how you roll these things out.” 

Frank sighs, shifting in his seat in front of you, “Very interesting.” 

“So now he’s at this Expo in Atlanta – he’s been hyping it up, you know, building the buzz – he’s doing what’s called a ticking clock auction.” 

Frank sits up a little straighter, voice dripping with sarcasm, “How about that,” he pauses and turns to you, “Isn’t that incredible (Y/N)?” 

You snort and nod, “Sure is.” 

Richard goes a bit rigid, “I can detect that note of sarcasm from you, Frank.” 

Frank gasps, doing a stunning job at playing up the shocked expression he has on his face, “Sarcasm? What sarcasm? (Y/N) did you notice any sarcasm?”

You shrug and offer Richard a teasing grin as he glances back at you through the rearview mirror, “Nope, no sarcasm.” Sheryl shakes her head, laughing to herself as Frank shoots you a shit-eating grin.

“Well I just want you to know– I feel sorry for you” 

Frank glances back at you, then at Dwayne, and then back to Richard, “You do? Good” 

Richard nods, clearly feeling a bit proud of himself, thinking he’s managed to gain the upper hand, “Because sarcasm is the refuge of losers.” 

“What? No,” you say in horror, biting back a laugh when you make eye contact with Dwayne. 

Frank mimics your shocked expression and gasps, “It is? Really?!” Sheryl shakes her head, trying not to laugh in the passenger seat.

“Sarcasm is just losers trying to pull winners down to their level. That’s one of the lessons of Step Four.” You had to hand it to Richard, the guy always knew how to bring the conversation back to his 9 steps. 

“Wow, Richard! You’ve really opened my eyes to what a loser I am!” Frank pauses and turns to you, “ (Y/N) how about you? You feel like you’ve learned something about yourself?”

You nod, grinning cheekily, “Dang, I sure wish I could be less of a loser like you Richard.” Dwayne snorts beside you, shaking his head when you wink at him.]

“Say, Richard, how much do we owe you for those pearls of wisdom?” 

Richard grunts, jaw tensing as he glances back at the two of you, “Oh this one’s on me buddy. It’s on me.”  From there you watch as the two men go back and forth. 

Sheryl sighs, twisting in her seat, “Okay. Alright, That’s enough. Frank, (Y/N), stop it.” 

You and Frank point at Richard and speak in unison, “He started it!”

Sheryl stares at both of you, shaking her head and laughing. It doesn’t take long for everyone else to begin giggling as well. Dwayne smiles beside you, rolling his eyes when you grin at him. 

Richard huffs and puffs in the front seat for a moment, opening his mouth to say something until his phone goes off.

“Alright! Alright! Quiet this is the call! This is it!” 

You ignore Richard and turn to Dwayne, leaning against his arm, “You having fun yet?”

He rolls his eyes, scrawling something down onto his notepad, “I would literally rather be dead.” 

You snort, shoving his arm playfully, “Come on, you’re having fun, I saw you smile” he shrugs, shoving you back a little bit, his lips twitching as he tries not to laugh–

You jolt as the bus swerves into the next lane, preparing to get off at the next exit, “Alright everyone, quick stop so i can get ahold of Stan, and then we’ll be back on the road!” Richard shouts, tossing his phone into the center console. 

Richard pulls into a small convenience store and barely gets into the car park before he hops out and runs toward the payphone. Everyone else remains in the car for a few seconds, just watching Richard’s frantic pacing as he waits for the call to go through. 

It doesn’t take long for all of you to get a little bored waiting. Sheryl shuffles out of the bathroom and Olive goes off to the other end of the parking lot to practice her routine. Frank went inside to grab a drink and some porn magazines for Granpa Edwin (It had taken everything in you not to start giggling when Edwin told Frank to grab himself a ‘fag rag’)Dwayne stepped out and went to stretch his legs on a patch of grass behind the bus, occasionally you would look through the window and watch him try not to laugh when you made a face at him. 

Which left you with Edwin for a little while. At first, you occupied yourself, drawing in Dwayne’s notebook or reading small passages out of his favorite book, smiling at the little notes he left in the margins. 

“So…kid.” Edwin said pulling your focus off of the book in your lap, “ You and Dwayne?”

You froze instantly, nearly tearing a page of the book as you turned to him, brows furrowed, “Excuse me?”

“Oh come on kid, I’m the old man with the bad hearing, not you. I know you heard me.” 

 You gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah I heard you.” you glance out the window catching a glimpse of Dwayne in the grass doing situps, “I just–I just don’t–uh–know what you’re trying to ask me”

Edwin shakes his head, and laughs, “Jesus kid do I really have to spell it out for you?” you stare blankly at him and he sighs. “When are you two going to stop dancing around each other?” 

“I’m not really a dancer.” you joke, attempting to turn the conversation around. 

Edwin snorts, “Alright smartass,” he sobers up quickly, raising a greying brow at you, “Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. We all see the way you look at Dwayne, it doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots on that.” 

“What–I–That—That's not–I don’t–Dwayne is just–”

Edwin shakes his head and waved a hand dramatically at you,“Yea yea–he’s your best friend I know–whatever, that’s not the point. You like him.” 

You stare, gaping at him for a few moments trying to decide if you should keep trying to deny it or if you should just come clean. Finally, you sigh, shoving Dwayne’s book into the bag at your feet before turning over to look at Edwin.

Edwin seems to notice the way you fall back defeated into your seat. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder, “Kid it's alright… Ya know he likes you too.” 

You snort, amused at the possibility, “yea right.” 

“Kid I swear to god I have no reason to lie to you.”  he nudges your arm, “And i’m not gonna tell Dwayne if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Fuck it I guess.

You curl into yourself a bit, biting at the inside of your cheek, “Do you—Do you think he knows?” 

Edwin laughed at first but stopped as soon as he noticed you slump into your seat. He sighs, shifts a little closer, and pats your shoulder, “I don’t think he knows.”

You nod voice quiet and less confident than it normally would be, “I just don’t want to lose him.” 

Edwin nods in the way that elderly people do when they’re about to tell you a long story with some meaningful ending.

“Listen, kid, I pretend to know a lot of things, and most of its bullshit–” he smiles when you snort at his word use, “But I can honestly say that I don’t think you’d lose Dwayne, kid’s got it bad for you, we all see it.” 

You sigh, lifting your legs up to curl against your chest, resting your chin on your knees, “How can you be sure?” 

Edwin lets out a bark of laughter that makes you jump a bit, tilting your head at him, “Kiddo do I look like a fucking man who is ever sure about anything in life?”

You laugh with him for a few seconds, glancing out the window at each member of the Hoover family. You get stuck staring at Dwayne, watching as he continued doing various stretches. He’d be done soon and he’d join you on the bus again and you’d sit next to him and try your hardest to pretend that you weren’t head over heels for him.

Finally, you turn to Edwin, tilting your head slightly as you look at him, “I don’t know what to do,” you paused, words catching in your throat for a moment, “I feel like I should tell him because I hate lying to him… He’s my bestfriend–and–and–my parents—they–their divorcing and I just– I don’t want to end up–” 

“Woah, woah – kid – christ how do you not go crazy with thoughts constantly going wild in that brain of yours.” he shakes his head, placing his hands on his forehead and massaging the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know much about your family or anything like that but–shit kid you can’t live your life based on the mistakes your parents make.--” 

You stare at him blankly, squeezing your knees to your chest as he continues speaking, “Look kid, you’re what– 17?” he waits for you to nod,” Jesus kid for such a little troublemaker you sure do worry a lot, I mean you’ve got your whole life ahead of you for fucks sake, you got no reason to be worrying about shit like divorce already– go a little wild– just fucking— live your life kid”

You blink at him, brows furrowed for a moment before you finally gave a smile “You kind of suck at giving advice ya know that?” 

Edwin was quick to laugh at that, clapping his hand on your shoulder, “I’m doing my best kid.” 

To be fair, his best wasn’t all that bad. The advice was surprisingly helpful. He was right, you were 17 for fucks sake, you couldn’t live your life fending off a potential heartbreak like your parents. You deserved to just live life like every other teenager on earth. You didn’t know if you believed that Dwayne felt the same, but it did make you a little giddy to think about. 

Still, you weren’t ready to tell Dwayne how you felt. Admitting it to yourself, and to Edwin had been a start at least.

As if on cue Dwayne came into your line of sight, poking his messy head of hair into the doorway as he waved at you. You looked at Edwin first, biting your cheek nervously when he nodded at you, and then you looked at Dwayne gesturing for him to climb onto the bus. 

“What? You pull a muscle already tough guy?” you teased, poking his arms as he fell into the seat between you and Edwin. 

He rolled his eyes and leaned against you, smirking a bit at the way you scrunched your nose at him feeling how sweaty he was. You shoved him, ruffling his hair, “You fucking stink”  He shoved you back and you began playfully fighting, giggling when Dwayne poked your sides, knowing damn well how ticklish you were.

Edwin watched you both, a teasing smile on his lips whenever he caught your eye. It was both annoying and encouraging to know you had someone in your corner. After a while you stopped shoving each other, leaning against each other and laughing quietly until you caught sight of Richard talking angrily on the phone across the parking lot. 

Grandpa Edwin was quick to pick up on his body language as Richard spoke with increasing desperation, “He’s not getting it. Christ” You glanced up first at Richard and then shared a look with Edwin and Dwayne.

Frank appears then, walking stiffly and tossing a bag at Edwin before shuffling into his seat, “How’s it going?” 

You snorted, “Take a guess.” 

Grandpa Edwin hummed “Not so good.” Frank nodded and leaned back into his seat, slurping loudly at his blue slushie.

Sheryl and Richard return to the bus at the same time, at first you can’t hear what they're talking about but clearly, Sheryl isn’t happy with Richard. Honestly, you don’t really try very hard to listen to the conversation, if it was something small it would have amused you but the actual fighting just sort of made your mind go numb.

Dwayne was quick to notice the way you sank into your seat trying to get further away from the shouting. He pulled you into his side, one arm wrapping around your shoulder to keep you grounded. You leaned into him instantly, resting your head on his shoulder, whispering a quiet “thank you” as the fighting finally died down and Richard put the car into gear and allowed it to drift down the heal.

You remained like that as you coasted back onto the highway, tracing the letters stamped onto Dwayne’s T-shirt. Everyone is quiet at first and you realize after a moment that something is missing. Dwayne is already lifting his notebook for you and Frank to read by the time you recognize what’s wrong. 

“Where’s Olive?” You and Frank say in unison, cursing when Richard swerves to get off the highway and go back to the convenience store. 

Thank god for Olive being such a good sport about her family's antics. She looks absolutely thrilled when she sees the bus roll back into the parking lot. And she’s even more excited to dive onto the bus as Dwayne slides the door open and helps her in.

Olive climbs into the back seat, switching seats with Edwin so she can sit with you and Dwayne. She spends 20 minutes just talking your ear off before she falls asleep. And as much as you try not to, you and Dwayne end up falling asleep along with her. You imagine it had to have been kind of adorable to see Olive curled up on one side of Dwayne while you were curled up on the other side. 

It was easier to relax around Dwayne after talking with Edwin. Eventually, maybe you’d follow his advice and actually tell Dwayne how you felt. For now, you were content with just taking a nap.

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Clever Girl

Chapter 5 - The Power of Killing

Warnings: All chapters after this point will contain spoilers!! graphic depictions of murder, edward is a lil creep who thinks killing is a good form of seduction and i kinda love him bc of that

Author's Note: I apologize that this took so long, I have been sister struggling with this chapter omg I ended up making it more of a filler chapter bc i was struggling so much, I promise the next chapter will be better and will contain smut lol. No riddle this time because my brain hates me :( riddles will continue in the next chapter <3 Good job to everyone who got the last riddle correct btw!! The answer was Power! Ily guys so much and I appreciate the continued support

Summary: It’s a bit of a shock when you hear about the Mayor’s death the day after Halloween, but you couldn’t exactly say you were all that torn up about it. Men like him spent most of their lives getting rich off of killing people like you– it was really only fair if they shared the same fate–hell they probably deserved worse.And worse was exactly what Mayor Mitchell got.

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Living in Gotham had always been interesting. Though the longer you live in a city like Gotham, the more interesting became plain fucking annoying. And you’d lived in Gotham all your life so you’d pretty much seen all there was to see.

That was until you started talking with Edward Nashton. He made everything interesting. You’d never met someone quite like Edward. You hadn’t yet decided if that was a good thing or not.  

But you liked the addition of Edward being in your life. Knowing you got to see him when you got into work gave you something to look forward to. You’d spent most of your living day today out of pure spite but now you had Edward and his riddles to get you out of bed. 

It’d be even better if he got you into bed though.

You’d only been talking to the guy for a few weeks and already you wanted him bad. Real bad. 

You wanted to believe that he wanted you just as badly. But Edward wasn’t always easy to read. Despite his awkward fumbling, Edward was meticulously careful about what he let you learn about him. 

Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse behind his carefully constructed mask. 

He’d get frustrated if you didn’t understand one of his riddles and you’d watch as his eyes darkened at you. “You’re not stupid. I know you can figure it out.” You’d blink and he’d be back to his usual self, smiling sweetly as he offered to repeat the riddle. 

It probably should have scared you. 

Unfortunately, you’d never been a very good judge of character.

Sometimes you felt scared for him though. He’d been saying odd things and giggling to himself and changing the subject with a riddle if you asked him any questions.

He’d disappear for a few days without warning and then come into the diner like he hadn’t been driving you up the wall with worry. Eventually, you gave him your phone number. He’d been so confused when you passed him a little note with your number carefully written beneath your name. 

“You’re giving me your number?”

You laughed, despite being a bit annoyed with him, “Yea, maybe shoot me a text next time you decide to disappear without warning.” 

He looked confused for a moment and then smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You were worried about me?” 

You snorted, “Of course I was… Besides, how am I supposed to solve your riddles if you aren’t even here to ask me them?” 

You’d never seen Edward get so red in your life.

At first, he used your number sparingly. Still, you took the chance to message him whenever you could, even when you knew you’d be seeing him later. You asked him about his day, told him about the next-door neighbor who always played his music obnoxiously loud, and sent him pictures of the stray cats that lived in the alleyway next door. 

It helped for a while that you could message him when you were taking a different shift or you were taking a day off of work but Edward wasn’t as forthcoming. Most of the time his responses were either one-word responses or his usual cryptic riddles. 

He was awful at updating you if he decided not to come into the diner. And you tried hard not to feel hurt by it– he had no commitment to you after all—but it wasn’t easy.

Gotham wasn’t exactly the kindest place to people like him–you knew that firsthand. 

So it worries you when you don’t see him for a few days and he stops returning your texts. Normally he’d come in late at least and apologize profusely for keeping you waiting. But you were receiving complete radio silence from him now. You were starting to wonder if you’d done something wrong.

But living in Gotham also meant you didn’t always have time to worry about your own bullshit. You had to work, pay your rent, and try to drown out the constant stream of news stories about poor men, women, and children dying in the streets because of rich pricks who wanted to make a quick buck.

It’s a bit of a shock when you hear about the Mayor’s death the day after Halloween, but you couldn’t exactly say you were all that torn up about it.  Men like him spent most of their lives getting rich off of killing people like you– it was really only fair if they shared the same fate–hell they probably deserved worse.

And worse was exactly what Mayor Mitchell got. 

It really should have made you feel at least a little horrified to find out he’d been violently murdered in the safety of his home. But it didn’t. In fact, it thrilled some twisted part of you to know he’d suffered. 

You almost wished you had been there to see it. Of course, you didn’t say that to Darcy or any of your coworkers when it came on the news that night during your shift. 

“Oh that poor family,” Darcy said, shaking her head as she listened to the reporter on TV go over the case. You looked up from where you stood at the counter, trying hard not to roll your eyes when the screen showed Commissioner Pete Savage standing in front of the Mayors home droning on about how terrible it was to have lost a man as incredible as Mitchell. 

Darcy pats your back and shuffles past you, “Alright hun, im gonna head on home, do me a favor and ask Chris to walk you home tonight, I don’t want you walking alone knowing there’s some maniac out there.” 

This time you did react, snorting, “Do I look like a corrupt official to you?” 

Darcy turned back to look at you, brows furrowed, “(Y/N) this isn’t something you should joke about.” 

You lower your head, “Sorry Darce.”

She sighs and shakes her head, “Just promise you’ll ask someone to walk you home–for my sake please” 

You catch her gaze, and any intention to argue with her leaves you instantly when you recognize the exhaustion and worry in her eyes. 

You muster up a smile and nod, “I promise.” It's a lie–just like all the times you’d promised to quit smoking–a lie she readily accepts with a tired smile as she moves towards the door, gathering her purse against her hip as she does.

“Maybe ask that sweet boy you seem so smitten with to walk you home.”

You stumble, just barely catching yourself from falling. You hear her chuckle, and the bell of the door chime, and by the time you look up, she’s already out of your sight leaving you huffing as you stare at the puddle of coffee that you’d spilled onto the floor. 

Of course, she knew teasing you about Edward would get you all flustered. You couldn’t hide anything from Darcy, no matter how hard you tried. 

You sigh looking around, thanking your lucky stars that there aren’t many customers left in the diner this late at night. You grab the closest towel and set the half-empty coffee pot aside on the counter as you slowly sink to your knees to clean up the mess.

The bell chimes and you almost expect to hear Darcy’s honey-sweet drawl. Instead, you hear the quiet tap of shoes on the tiled floor and the rustle of paper against the counter. A customer—Great.

You don’t look up as you continue cleaning up the spill, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” you call behind you, receiving no response except silence at first.

You grab another dish towel, bending forward a bit more to mop up the last of the spill. You can feel someone watching you and ---fuck you really should have worn a longer skirt to work. 

“People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?” 

Shit—

You yelp, scrambling to stand up, face bright red as you look up at Edward. He tilts his head at you, giving you a teasing smile. You huff at him, crossing your arms, “Edward!-- give a girl a warning before you sneak up on her.” 

He laughs a bit, “Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.” 

Fucking liar.

You can feel his eyes dragging down your body, catching on your exposed thighs beneath your slightly bunched-up skirt. It’s stupid but you let your hands fall to your skirt, fingers toying with the hem of it for a moment, and—fuck—the way Edward’s breath catches in his throat has you feeling a little dizzy. His cheeks go pink when you finally brush your hands over your skirt to flatten it back over your thighs.

You stare at him for a moment just taking in the sight of him. He looks nervously up at you, cheeks flushed as he gives you a small smile. You fight the urge to smile back at him, reminding yourself that you hadn’t seen him in a few days and he’d been avoiding answering your texts. 

You cross your arms, “Where have you been anyway?”

 His smile falls and he bows his head sheepishly. After a minute he takes a breath and looks up at you again, smiling, “People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?”

You raise a brow at him, placing a curled fist over your hip, “Edward come on you had me worried–”

Edward shakes his head, clicking his tongue, “Answer the riddle and I’ll explain” You pout at him but don’t argue, rolling your eyes a bit at Edward’s cryptic nature. God, you really wish it was easier to stay annoyed with Edward. 

With a sigh, you grab a clean mug and set it down in front of him, carefully pouring coffee into the mug, “You want a slice of pie again? We still have some of your favorite left from the morning crowd.”

He nods, quietly thanking you and you shuffle off to the kitchen. Chris is sitting on an upside-down crate screwing around on his phone and nearly jumps out of his skin when you tap his shoulder.

“Fucking hell– (Y/N) I thought you were Darcy coming to kick my ass.” He pouts when you laugh at him, patting his arm and shaking your head at him. 

“Chill out, Darce went home a little bit ago, I just came to get a slice of pie for Edward” 

He nods, passing you a clean plate to put the pie on, “Edward? You mean that freaky guy who's always doing puzzles and shit?”

“Edward’s not a freak, don’t be an asshole Christopher.” You hiss, cutting a slightly larger slice of pie and placing it on the plate for Edward. 

Chris laughs, leaning back against the counter, “I didn’t realize you two were on a first-name basis with the guy” He pauses to open the fridge, allowing you to grab the whipped cream, “Ya know if you keep spoiling the guy with extra pie and shit you’re gonna give him the wrong idea.” 

You shrug, trying to hide the blush rising to your cheeks, “Shut up or I’ll tell Darcy you’ve been joining me on smoke breaks again.” 

He snorts, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Jeez no need for the threats (Y/N)” he pauses for a moment and then his eyes go wide as if he’s realized something important, “Holy shit–you like him don’t you?”

You nearly drop the plate, turning around to look at him, “What–no–”

He shakes his head, laughing, “No no– don’t deny it now (Y/N), you like him– I never pegged you for the girl to go for guys like him.” 

You pout, crossing your arms, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

He raises a brow at you and snorts, “Come on– you are way out of that guys league–and besides he’s kind of creepy– the guy is always staring at you.” You glare at him, grabbing the plate and shoving past him. 

He stumbles a bit and sighs, “Wait come on– (Y/N) I’m sorry–I didn’t mean it” you pause at the door to look at him, “I’m just being an ass. I’m sure Ed’s a cool guy–” 

“Edward” you correct with a stern look.

“Right–” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck, “Just be careful, there’s a lot of creeps in Gotham ya know?” 

You sigh and manage a smile, “I appreciate your concern Chris–really I do—I’ve lived in Gotham long enough that I think I can handle myself, okay?” 

He nods, “I know you can” he pauses and offers you a sheepish smile, “We cool?” 

You take a minute, resting the plate against your hip and pressing your index finger to your chin as if deep in thought for a moment before grinning at him, “We’re cool–just quit being such an asshole all the time, yea?”

He gives you a cheeky grin, “ You’ve got yourself a deal if you let me bum a cigarette off of you.” 

You snort, “I thought you told Darcy you quit.” 

“And you tell her you’re gonna quit every other week and yet here we are.” he retorts.

You shrug, setting the plate down on the counter for a moment while you dig into the front pocket of your apron, “Fair point.” you chuckle as you pull out the half-empty pack, slipping two cigarettes out and passing them both to him. 

He gasps with a mocking shocked expression, “Two whole cigarettes? Must be my lucky day” You roll your eyes shoving the pack back into your pocket and picking the plate back up, turning to push the door to the dining area open again. 

Edward barely acknowledges you when you set the plate down in front of him, too distracted by his daily crosswords. You smile fondly, watching as he carefully pencils the answer into a row of boxes with a pleased little giggle. 

After a moment, he glances at the pie, brows furrowing a bit as he looks up at you, “This slice is bigger than normal.” 

Of course, he would notice something like that.

You shuffle nervously in front of him, “Oh? I uh–I didn’t even notice.” 

Nice, that’ll definetly convince him.

He stares at you curiously, and you suddenly feel far more exposed than you had earlier with your skirt bunched up. His lip twitches and he smiles at you, giggling a bit as he drags the plate closer to him “Pumpkin pie is my favorite, you know.” 

You nod, fidgeting with the end of your apron, giving him a nervous smile, “Really? It's my favorite too.” 

He looks up at you again just as he’s swallowing the first bite of pie and offers you a quiet hum of approval before replying, “Do you remember the riddle I gave you before?” you shake your head and he smiles, pushing his glasses up his nose, taking a deep breath before he repeats the riddle for you, “People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?”  

You sigh leaning over the counter a bit, unbothered by the way Edward’s eyes catch for a moment on your slightly exposed cleavage–you’d caught him staring more than a few times since meeting him and you’d be lying if you didn’t encourage it a bit by leaving a few extra buttons open on your shirt. 

People make me, save me, change me, raise me. What am I?

You thought on the riddle for a bit, glad to have Edward sitting in front of you again after days of worrying over him. You really hoped he had a good explanation for his disappearance–though you doubted you’d be able to stay annoyed with him even if he didn’t—still you’d probably remind him that he had a phone for a reason. 

You took care of a few customers as you pondered over the riddler. It can’t be children, that’d be too easy, you thought as you poured a fresh cup of coffee for a young man working on his laptop in one of the corner booths. The answer finally came to you as you were gathering the measly little tip one of your regulars had left you at their table. People make it, save it, change it and raise it. The answer was money.

You stuff the crumpled-up cash and loose change into your apron, gathering the dishes off of the table as you shuffle back towards the counter. You smile at Edward as you pass, stepping into the kitchen quickly to place the dishes in the sink. You roll your eyes when you notice the backdoor is cracked open and you can see a little cloud of smoke meaning Chris is probably taking a quick smoke break. 

You can almost hear Darcy scolding you in your head as you walk back out into the dining area. You stand in front of Edward, tapping the counter to get his attention as you lean towards him a bit, “The answer is money.” 

His face spreads into a smile as soon as he hears your answer and he claps his hands excitedly, “Correct! You’re getting better at these, Clever girl.” 

Christ the things you’d do to hear him praise you like that all the time. 

You giggle, combing a hand through your hair as you beam at him, “You think?” 

He nods, “Of course I do.” he pauses, just staring at you and you feel your cheeks going bright red, “Would you like another riddle?” 

You have to fight the urge to say yes when you remember that he had promised to tell you where he’d been if you solved the riddle. You shake your head pouting a little,  “Not yet, first you have to answer my question, remember—”

“Hey, sweetheart!” an older man calls interrupting you before you can get an answer from Edward. You look up at the man at the other end of the counter, sighing when you recognize him as a regular—one who you had reminded on multiple occasions not to call you sweetheart. 

“I’ll be with you in a moment Mr. Seavers,” you say, forcing a polite smile as you look over at the balding man and then back at Edward.

Edward isn’t looking at you when you turn back to him. He’s staring directly at the other man, jaw tensing until he looks back at you with a strained smile. 

You muster up a nervous laugh, “Sorry about that–”

“Sweetheart come on I ain’t getting any younger over here.” 

You sigh, glancing at the man again, polite smile no longer gracing your lips, “Please Mr. Seavers I’ll be with you in one moment–”

“I’ve told you to call me Jimmy, sweetheart.” 

Edward tenses again in front of you, and you squirm a bit watching his eyes darken as he stares at the man. Christ, it should not be turning you on to see him look like he’s two seconds away from lunging at the man. 

You brush your hands over your apron, smiling at Edward and offering him a brief apology before shuffling over to the man, “Mr. Seav– Jimmy what can I get for you.” 

“I’ll take a refill on my coffee and a slice of pie sweetheart.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek glancing at Edward for a moment and then back at Jimmy as you pour fresh coffee for him, “I already served the last slice of pie.” It's a petty lie but you really don’t give a shit–you just want to finish your shift and talk to Edward—and dealing with Jimmy and his usual bullshit was keeping you from doing that. 

He curses and offers you a smirk, reaching out to touch your hand for a second before you can pull it away, “That’s alright sweetheart, getting to see you is a treat enough for me.” 

You’re stomach turns and you yank your hand back, “I’ve told you before Jimmy, don’t call me that.” 

He chuckles as you walk back to Edward and you resist the urge to rush into the kitchen to scrub your hands clean. Edward glares at Jimmy for a second, fingers curling into white-knuckled fists on the counter. You reach across the counter and place a hand gently over his, smiling at him when he finally looks up at you. 

“So–What have you been up to?” you ask, tracing a circle over the back of his hand until he stops clenching his fists. His eyes shift back and forth for a moment between you and Jimmy before he finally sighs, and fixes his glasses as they slip down his nose.

“There was a work emergency that required me to work extra hours. I apologize if I worried you at all.” 

You recognize a well-practiced lie before he even finishes the sentence. It annoys you a bit but in your experience, things like this were usually best left alone. Besides, he seemed genuinely sorry that he’d worried you. And it wasn’t as if you’d never lied to him before so really you had no room to judge him. 

You shrug “It's alright, just text me next time” you squeeze his hand with a teasing smile, “That’s why I gave you my number remember.” 

His face flushes and he laughs nervously,” Yea—I’m sorry about that too—I’m not—uh—not used to having someone worry about where I am I guess.”

Oh. Well, now you definetly couldn’t be annoyed with him.

You squeeze his hand again, “Well now you have me,” 

He smiles, avoiding your eyes as he turns his hand over to hold yours for a moment, “And–and you have me.”

You don’t tell him how much you’d be willing to do for him—and neither does he. 

You nod, a little distracted by the way his hand feels in yours, long fingers tangling with yours. He has the hands of a pianist, with long fingers and pale knuckles. There are scars on his hands, mostly along with his fingertips and the backs of his hands and knuckles. You don’t need to ask where they came from—you’d lived in Gotham long enough to know what kind of scars came from living on the streets—Lord knows you had your fair share of them. 

You brush your thumb over his knuckle, he tenses a bit like he’s worried you’re going to ask him about the scars and you smile, “Do you have any more riddles for me?” 

—- Edward’s POV —

Edward hated avoiding you. But balancing his life with you in it was becoming increasingly difficult. You were a distraction— and as much Edward wanted to welcome that distraction he also knew he had a job to do. It was better to avoid you for periods of time. It kept you both safer– at least until he was sure he could bring you into his life completely. 

It helped that he had the cameras in your apartment to watch you at least. He hated seeing you look so sad whenever you tried to message him and he left you on read. But he told himself he’d make it up to you in the end. 

He just needed to finish the first part of his plan and then he could watch Gotham tremble in fear for a while and allow you to distract him again. Hopefully by the time he needed to complete the next step he’d be able to show you his true face. Then he wouldn’t have to hide from you. 

Besides the thought of seeing you again was a decent motivator for getting rid of the Mayor as soon as possible—if he was lucky he’d soon have you and the Batman on his side and then he’d be unstoppable. 

It took everything in him not to message you as soon as he finished setting the scene in the Mayor’s study after killing him. He wanted to show you his work—he wanted you to admire it —he wanted you to tell him clever he was for putting this all together. 

He went home that night and barely made it through the front door before dragging his pants down to his knees and stumbling to his desk to watch you on the monitors. He didn’t know if it was the adrenaline from having just killed a man or the thrill of imagining how you would react when he finally showed you his true face, that had him half-feral as he came into his hand—it was probably both. 

He hardly slept that night knowing he’d get to see you again. He’d have to ask you what you thought about the Mayor’s death—he needed to know that you understood how much men like Mitchell deserved to suffer—he’d make you understand if he had to. 

The next day when he walks into the diner and he doesn’t see you he worries that you might have called in and decided not to tell him. He’s pleasantly surprised when he finds you behind the counter, bent over cleaning up a coffee spill— especially when he’s got a nice view of your baby blue panties. 

Silly girl, you really should be more careful what if someone saw you like this and decided to take advantage. 

He snaps a few pictures when he’s sure no one is looking at him—he doesn’t even worry about the four cameras arranged around the diner, you’d already told him that the one pointed at the door was the only one that actually worked. He very nearly had to rush off to the bathroom again when you finally stood and gave him a bit of a show as you fidgeted with your skirt.

He feels guilty when you admit to being worried for him and has to remind himself several times that there’s a reason he can’t tell you the truth yet. He’d never been the patient type. He’s glad at least that you don’t pry, accepting his excuse even though he’s positive you know he’s lying. 

It’s incredibly easy to slip back into his usual routine with you, teasing back and forth and chattering over pie and coffee. It reminds him why he needs to be patient. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like other customers have gotten the memo that it’s Edward’s time to have your attention.

“Hey sweetheart, turn up the tv would ya!” 

Edward has no idea how you manage it but you take the man’s insistent prattling in stride, showing hardly any signs that it bothers you. He notices the slight twitch of your jaw tensing and your hands curling into fists at your side but he doubts that anyone else notices it. It makes his blood boil to think you have to deal with people like this every day and he wants desperately to take you away from it all. 

Soon—I’ll take you away soon.

It doesn’t help that Jimmy’s flirtatious comments give way to jealousy that rages in his belly. It’s stupid—he had no reason to be jealous of the man—it was pretty clear you didn’t like him. Still, it makes his stomach twist in anger watching the man interact as he owns you—like he deserves to even breathe the same air as you. 

It makes him want to put the mask on again and teach the man a lesson—now there’s an idea. 

He wonders if you want to watch the man bleed out as much as he does— he imagines you want it more than he does—he wants to give you that—he wants to set you free in the way he had been set free.

He wants to show you the power that came from ending someone's life.

“Come on sweetheart hurry it up–”

You offer the man a polite smile, picking up the remote and quickly turning up the volume a few clicks until Jimmy gives you a wolfish grin and a wink, turning to watch the tv. You cringe, shivering as you turn back to Edward, smile a little tense, “Sorry–would you mind repeating the riddle?”

It takes him a minute to reply, too lost in his thoughts, deciding he’d pay Jimmy a visit later in the night so you’d never have to deal with him again. He grins at you after a moment, “ Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name, I promise you'll know when I come to make my claim. Who am I?” 

He likes watching you think about the riddles so hard— he likes that you put effort into trying to please him. Plus it gives him a little time to plot against the man at the other end of the counter who keeps eyeing you up when you aren’t looking. 

You find the answer to the riddle just as Edward is gathering his things to leave, “Death, the answer is Death, right?” you ask eagerly looking at him.

He grins, nodding enthusiastically, “I told you, you’re getting better at this Clever girl” 

You clap your hands, pleased that you’d made him proud and he chuckles placing an extra tip on the counter before you can argue, “I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

You tilt your head at him, hands on your hips, “Promise?” 

He grins, “I promise.” You seem convinced, hands falling back to your sides as you beam at him, watching him gather his things, and tug his jacket over his shoulders. 

Edward is pleased to find that Jimmy stays a little longer than him, giving Edward the perfect opportunity to follow him home. He wishes he had the forethought to grab his mask before leaving home earlier—but a part of him is glad he doesn’t have it—he wants Jimmy to recognize him in his final moments. 

Jimmy is foolish and arrogantly unaware of his surroundings, completely missing the soft tap of Edward’s shoes against the damp pavement as he follows him. It’s not the same as when he follows you home or when he tails one of his targets as the Riddler—but it’s thrilling all the same.

He’d normally hate to do something without weeks of planning–too many things could go wrong—but he couldn’t get himself to step back when it came to someone posing a threat to you. 

It was easy to catch the man off guard and shove him into an alleyway nearly a block and a hlaf away from the diner. The man stumbled, crashing forward into the ground with a grunt. He was a little larger than the Mayor so he worried for a moment he might not be able to overpower him. The man staggered, attempting to look back and Edward shoved his boot into the man’s gut, giggling when the man curled into himself with a choked gasp.

Edward let the man lay there for a moment as he looked around the alley for something to hit him with. He couldn’t help the wicked little grin that formed on his face when his eyes landed on a glass bottle. He swiped it off the ground quickly, twisting it in his hand with a look of glee as the man turned to look at him.

“What the—”

Edward swung the bottle into the side of the man’s face, giggling when the man yelped as the bottle shattered, shards digging into his face—and fuck the sight of the blood beginning to drip down the man’s forehead was enough to send Edward’s heart racing. The man hit the ground again, hands reaching up to cover his face as he began to cry.

How fucking pathetic.

The man began to crawl away, dragging his legs on the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the fate he knew awaited him, “ple–please.”

Edward grinned, letting the man drag himself further into the alleyway. He stalked after him, swiping a loose metal pipe off of the ground as he crushed the man’s left ankle beneath his boot. 

The man yelps, twisting to look up at Edward again, “Please—please just let me go.” 

Edward clicks his tongue, tilting his head down slightly at the man, “This wouldn’t have happened if you would have just left her alone.” 

“Wha–what? What—what are you talking about?” 

Edward doesn’t answer, swinging the pipe hard against the man’s face, giggling when he hears the sickening crack of the man’s jaw dislocating.

The man chokes on a scream, incoherent cries for mercy being drowned out by the blood filling his mouth,”pl-plea--pleas–”

Edward swings again, this time a little harder, relishing in the sound of the man’s face hitting the pavement. The man tries to speak again but no words come out, only choked little cries of pain. 

Edward lets the pipe crash against the man’s head again, and again and again until he stops hearing the man’s pathetic cries for mercy, and even then he keeps bringing the pipe down until the man’s face is barely recognizable. He’s got blood spattered on his hands by the time he lets the pipe clatter to the ground.

He stands there, chest rising and falling with quick heavy breaths as he stares down at the body. He should feel disgusted as he looks upon his work–-but all he feels is a wave of power.

He crouches, digging his hands into the man’s pockets and dragging his wallet out, flipping through it for a moment before pocketing it. He’d already made it nearly impossible to recognize the man, so taking his wallet was only a secondary precaution–though with the murder of the Mayor the GCPD would hardly be worried about some lowlife getting his head bashed in.

He couldn’t deny the benefits of the corruption in Gotham allowing him to slip through the cracks without raising suspicion. 

It takes him a moment to drag the man further into the alleyway, and he sobers for a moment as he shoves the body into a pile of garbage, tossing loose trash bags and cardboard over it. It wouldn’t keep it hidden forever but it’d given him a head start if the cops wound up investigating further-–if he was lucky they’d shock it up to the murder of a homeless man and the investigation would be lost in a sea of unsolved cases. 

He takes his time walking home, giddy and overjoyed with the knowledge that the man would never again bother you— he had protected you—and one day he hoped you would thank him for that. 

Tag List

People I couldn't tag will be bolded in green@toy-cars-and-grape-juice @kidswildworld @angelbabyivy @gvf-court @vincentiz @goldenmay @rerorero-my-cherry @ihaveaproblem98 @qardasngan @space1boy @riddler-simp @chubbyb3an @psychadelichues @crayolahandsanitizer

(I apologize in advance if i missed you!)

[just-call-me-angel]

Went outside today by myself for the first time in almost a year (I have severe social anxiety which has worsened since the start of covid) and im really proud of myself. Thank you @slxsherbunni my beloved for hyping me up and chatting with me while i braved the outside world lol. I have also been carrying riddler jr with me everywhere i go and its honestly helped my anxiety alot knowing ive got a lil dude chillin in my purse >:3

Apologies for slow updates, I promise i haven't forgotten about Clever Girl or Fuck Boy Klitz, I've been chipping away at other projects as well to give myself breaks in between my bigger fics so I dont get burned out. I've got an Eli brooks x reader x Klitz fic that should be posted in the next two days, as well as an Eli brooks solo fic. Once those are posted I'll focus back on Clever Girl and Fuck boy Klitzy 🥰 thank you all for being so incredibly patient for me!!!

Also if you sent me a request please know I am not ignoring those, I'll just be a little slower to get them finished! Keep sending me your silly little asks, I love hearing from you guys, it honestly makes my day to hear your thots abt my fics and stuff 💕💕💕💕

[just-call-me-angel]

Clever Girl Fic Tag List

Hey guys im going to start tagging people about updates for my fics! So if you want to be tagged at the end of my fic please comment below and ill add you to the taglist for this fic. There will be seperate posts for each fic which I will link on my master list!

Current Taglist

People I couldn't tag will be in green and bold font

@toy-cars-and-grape-juice @kidswildworld @angelbabyivy @gvf-court @diollll @goldenmay @rerorero-my-cherry @ihaveaproblem98

[just-call-me-angel]

V obsessed with little miss loser pls im so in love with him and the way u write, you make Y/N's character such a bubbly sweetheart it hurts my soul i love it sm, never stop tysm

Stoooop omg you r too kind!! Im so glad you like the way i have chosen to write y/n. I feel like dwayne definetly deserves a bubbly bestie who keeps him on his toes ya know?

Also dw i am insane and i refuse to stop, im running on pure spite and audacity at this point lol

-Angel

[just-call-me-angel]

Quick update bc apparently god hates me lmao

I've been sick since saturday and tested positive for covid so i am not feeling very sexy or poggers rn lol. This is my second time with covid despite being vaccinated and rarely leaving my house which sucks, but im not feeling as bad as i did the first time around (and i probably would feel far worse had i not been vaccinated).

Imma take a moment tho to remind yall to pls take covid seriously. I know alot of places r removing mask mandates and pushing to go back to "normal life" but there are still at risk people getting sick. As someone who is disabled and immunocompromised im rlly tired of watching people go back to normal while i have to continue living my life knowing i could get sick again. If i can take this shit seriously, so can you. We cant ever go back to normal if we keep pretending covid is just going to go away. So keep masking and get vaccinated if you arent already, look out for the people around you and stay safe!

I will be working on some fic updates this week since ill have tons of free time while im sick. Love you guys lots and i cant thank you all enough for all your support it rlly means so much to me❤❤❤

-Angel

[just-call-me-angel]

LET MY BOY EAT HIS PUNKINPIE :(((((

Im baking him like 8 pies rn, being a house wife is so hard work, but its honest work❤

I just finished the movie and i was litarlly just like guys please cant u let him eat his pie b4 u arrest him smh???? Let my lil meow meow have his pie!!!

-angel

(If u saw me post this without tags and then edit it, shut up no u didnt)

[just-call-me-angel]

i check everyday for chapter 5 of little miss loser please i am begging you angel post it im on my knees

Im working on the next update I promise!! Just been having a bit of a rough day rn so I might not post it until tomorrow!!! I honestly was not expecting Little Miss Loser to get so much love, but i am very glad so many people are enjoying it

-angel

[just-call-me-angel]

"ask and you shall receive" LITTLE MISS LOSER CH 5 >:[

Just posted it! hope its as enjoyable as the last updates!!