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bisexualnathanyoung · 4 years

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Old Endings & New Beginnings

This is the sequel/companion piece to @sean-falco 's Tattoos.

How Mel and Win ended things, how things changed between them, and how they added our special guy to their lives ☺️ (also showing how things are different between CB Mel & AU Mel like her having a different power, being on medication, etc)

Word Count: 5.6k (yeah...)

Warnings: angst af in the first part, some toxicity, non con mention, mental health stuff mentions, use of the word psycho, abuse mention implied, lots of sex/hook-up mentions, a couple lines of gaslighting just to protect the knowledge of nathan's power, infidelity mentions, dub con mention while Nathan tells a story about how he had sex with a woman in relationship and then almost got his ass beat, and then of course drugs, alcohol, and swearing

"I got accepted. Full scholarship. Books, housing. Everythin'."

"So that's it, then," Win said. She wasn't crying yet, but her voice shook, "you're just gonna move three hours away?"

"I have to… you know I have to. I've gotta get away from Wertham. Maybe not even forever. Just now. You know how bad shit's getting at home. I don't think this cut is ever going to heal. I can't do it anymore. I can't. They've got one of the best art programs in the country."

"Okay?," Win cried out, "they've got schools in London, Mel! It's the capital of the country; I'm sure you could find something!"

"I can't. You know I can't. I've got to get away from Judy and her husband. They're gonna kill each other, and I don't want to be caught in the middle of it," Mel hated that she was breaking Win's heart.

"So?! We'll get a place! You could stay in halls! It doesn't have to be like this!"

"Please don't make me choose," Mel said. She was on the verge of tears herself, "I love you, but I can't anymore… I just can't. Things haven't been right for a while, and I think you know it."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't leave. You, of all people, with your stupid abandonment issues, should know that," Win didn't want to be sour to her. It just came out.

"Win… please. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," tears were falling now.

"You're the one making everything complicated. I could do long distance! I'll take my dad's car. We could Skype, I'll do anything!"

Mel slid down the pole and hugged her legs close to her. They were under the flyover. In the spot they went to when they didn't feel like dealing with Judy. Or Karen. Or Delilah. Or even Win's dad. Rain or shine. Hot or cold. They'd even vandalized their favorite place to sit. One of the only poles that the rain didn't find its way to. They both had a feeling they wouldn't see the spot again for a while. Or forever.

"I can't, Win. It'd hurt too much. I'll still Skype you. I still want to be best friends."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Win cried. It reminded Mel too much of things her mum would say.

Mel stood up, "you know what, forget it."

"Please don't go."

Fists clenched, tears falling, now it was Mel's turn to sound like her mum: "Then what the fuck do you want from me, Win?! We haven't had sex in over a month; you're always with your band! Sometimes I think you love Max more than you love me! You know I love your music, but how am I supposed to know who you might be hanging out with at the shows I can't go to? Forgetting to call me when you get home. You want to be a rockstar. Last time I checked rockstars weren't great at commitment."

"That was because of your PTSD. I did that for you, and you're letting it blow up in my face?!"

"Yeah, and I appreciate that, but I wanted to every damn day last week, and whenever neither of us were working, you were with your stupid band. I was at home alone, texting you, feeling so fucking lonely."

"So you're going to cry over me telling you to choose me over school, and then tell me to choose you over my music? Real cool, Mel. And what the fuck, is all this about sex?! Last time I checked, you said sex was just a bonus and that you loved me for me. God fucking dammit, are you trying to tell me this whole time you just wanted a hot girl to fuck you so you could get over your shitty ex that thought you were too much of a psycho to have sex with?!" Mel was practically sobbing now. Win had never, ever, been this mean to her, and, yet Mel just took it. Like she'd done when she was little with the bullies, before she decided people didn't get to fuck with her. Like she still did with her mum. Mel felt powerless and like her heart was shattering into a million pieces. And Win continued, "And then fucking university?! You absolutely hate posh people. When'd you become Delilah?"

Mel sighed, "you're the one that told me to apply in the first place. I thought you supported me…" Mel ignored Win's comment about Mel's only other consensual sexual experiences before Win. It hurt too much to think about.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd actually get in!"

That shocked Mel too. Win had always been so supportive of her art…

Mel scoffed, tears still trailing down her face, "Cheers, mate. Guess you think my art's just as shit as everyone else does."

"Your art's great, but it ain't like you draw normal shit. You're always trying so hard to be edgy. Just be your fucking soft, kind self to everyone, then maybe I wouldn't be the only person who doesn't think you're a freak." Win knew she'd taken it too far, at least two insults ago.

Mel wiped her eyes with her hoodie sleeves, Win's old hoodie sleeves, "you know what? Fuck you, Win. Nearly three fucking years, and you're not even who I thought you were. We're over." Mel stormed off. Tears falling again.

"MEL! MEL! PLEASE, BABY, I'M SORRY" Mel didn't turn around.

You have 3 new messages.

"I'm a bitch. Like truly a bitch. I'm so fucking sorry. Please call me back. Or answer my texts or anything. It's the second of the month I know you didn't run out of minutes already."

"Can't believe I'm getting drunk without you. Maybe I should take some pages from your book and try hard drugs at least once."

"I was wrong. You deserve to go to Bristol. I love you. You're my best friend. Please let me be your best friend again."

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4 months later

"So that's it, then. You're really going. I'm proud of you, small fry. You're a big girl now, and I'm not just talking about your tits," Win smirked. They'd fixed things as much as they could with the circumstances they had.

Mel shoved her and smiled. Even though they weren't girlfriends anymore, Win was still the only person allowed to talk about Mel's body because Mel knew it came from a place of love.

"Yep, that's it. I'm gonna be a great art teacher."

"As long as you don't draw gore or nudity in front of the kiddies," Win joked.

Mel laughed. Laughing with Win always made her feel okay.

"I was exposed to it at a young age and look at me," Mel grinned.

"Oh yeah, show em all the exploding heads and tits, then." The girls giggled together as they'd done for years now.

"Mel… can I have a goodbye kiss?" Win asked. Mel wanted to kiss her. Mel wanted to kiss her and never stop, but she couldn't. Not today.

"No. I'm sorry, Win. How bout a drink?"

Win gave Mel a sad smile, "you know if we get drunk, we're gonna end up fucking."

Win was joking, but the connotations made both of them feel that stab of hurt in their chests. They'd had sex as "just friends" a little over a month ago. There were no bad words spoken between them that night (bad words as in mean ones; there was still plenty of swearing), but it almost hurt more than their chaotic break up. Knowing it was truly over. They already knew their talks of marriage, adoption, having their own farm in Wales like Mel's first step-dad had when Mel was young, they knew these talks were simply pillow talk. They were a same-sex couple in England in 2005-2008. Same sex marriage wouldn't even become legal for another five years, but by that point, they were already poly and realized no government had the right to tell them who they could or couldn't love or spend their lives with.

"Just one or two drinks."

"Fine," Win smiled.

"You know… just because we can't be together now doesn't mean it's going to be like this forever. I'll always love you as my best friend."

"I love you too," Win said. And the girls sat in silence, drinking their beers, holding hands. Just like they had done for years.

Even before they decided to become a couple.

Mel felt so grown up at 14 after everything she'd been through, and yet her outbursts were awful. She couldn't count the number of times her mother had told her to stop acting like a toddler. Her mum was too blind to see that she acted the same way despite being 16 years older.

But Mel didn't have outbursts anymore. Not for years. Win had told her she wasn't weak for having to take her medication. Where Win and Mel came from, people didn't take medication to control the outbursts or to be able to focus to do anything really. Nobody ever went to the doctor, and especially not for mental health. The fact that they'd met in a mental health setting at all was a miracle. The fact that it was a group for teens that had dealt with deceased parents made it a little less humiliating, but Win and Mel individually when they started the group didn't want anyone to find out. They weren't weak women; they didn't want to admit they needed help, but they did, and they went through the journey together.

So there they were holding hands. Each remembering different parts of their journey together, fondly with no malice at all. Win wondered if she'd ever have the privilege to hold Mel's hand like this again.

It wouldn't be for a while.

The girls called each other once a week, and as phones got easier to use and more affordable to message, they texted every single day.

But it was different when Mel came to town on school break. They didn't always have the little intimate moments they had shared as friends before they were together. The truth was Mel was scared to hold Win's hand again. She'd hug her the first time she saw her when they'd hang out but not again unless one of them was upset and really needed it. And even then, Win would usually initiate it. The longer they'd been split up, the easier it got for Win. She threw herself into her music. Wrote some songs about the hurt and moved on. She was able to fuck other people without thinking about Mel. Hell, she'd even come to fall in love with someone else. For the first six months after their break up, Win never thought she could love anyone as much as she loved Mel, but when she met Nathan everything changed. She finally had someone sweet and silly that wanted what she wanted that wasn't going to leave her. Nathan was perfect for her. Some might have disagreed, but in their minds, they were perfect for each other. Win did laugh to herself sometimes at how she'd managed to fall in love with two people with such high sex drives. She knew Nathan and Mel would find a way to get along.

Mel didn't have it as easy at University. Like Win had shouted at her months and then years earlier, Mel hated posh people.

But she found her tribe at uni, and, yet, it was so fucking different than the friend group she’d found with Win, but maybe that was okay. Maybe, it was okay for her to see the other side. Maybe, she didn’t always have to be surrounded by those who got by from stealing and manipulating. She’d tell herself that that’s just how you survive in the world; that’s what she learned, but it was different at uni. The edge was off. Shit was still stressful, but not in a way that would get you killed if you talked to the wrong person. Her art friends smoked weed with her like folks did back home, but they did it because they were young adults, and that it was fun. They didn’t do it because they bummed some off their dad at age eleven and couldn’t seem to stop. Of course, Mel thought, she could stop if she wanted to. She simply didn’t want to.

Yes, her uni friends were different, and sometimes she thought she was from a different planet than them, but she was happy at uni. She still had her best friend back home to laugh with when she'd gotten back to her room at the end of the night. Usually messaging online after Mel's roommates had enough of her talking and laughing late into the night.

But her romantic life wasn't as good. Yes, they were plenty of beautiful people her own age to swoon over, but none of them stuck. She even enjoyed hooking up with people. She was honestly shocked at how true the rumors about straight girls at college were. She'd topped way more than she ever did with Win. She didn't like it as much; too lazy for her own good, but it made her proud that one day when she found someone she loved she'd finally be good at it.

But she didn't love hooking up. She had every straight guy's dream of having these beautiful female roommates that would walk around topless, so secure with their bodies. But they weren't Win. Mel honestly hated how "perfect" their bodies looked. How boring their hair was. How stupid their hobbies were. She liked them. They were her friends, but they weren't Win. They'd never be Win. Win had even encouraged Mel to get over her fear of dating guys, but none of them made it past the first date.

Mel was happier in Bristol than she'd ever been living with Judy. She was free. But something was missing. Win was missing. It wasn't the same having her on the computer screen, and Mel knew that. Mel was frustrated with Win ignoring her to focus on music, but the real reason they broke up was because Mel knew long distance was going to be too different. Some people could do it. Maybe they could have tried, but Mel couldn't bear the thought of having the option of Win making love to her and having to settle for wanking off over a camera in the bathroom, hiding away from her roommates. So things were great, but Mel's romantic life. Awful. Non-existent. The outside looking in, her sex life was incredible. Inside looking out, she was incredibly unhappy with it.

Yeah, her itch was scratched, but not in the way she wanted it to be. Mel never liked hookups. She missed being told "I love you" as they did it. Being told she was beautiful and sexy instead of being told "oh my god I never thought being with a girl could feel so good so much less of a mess hahaha" by girls that spoke like the queen. Being in the west, she didn't expect people to speak like they did in the less rough parts of London (sometimes as a treat, Mel's mum would take her to the posh Tesco for groceries instead of the local one). Win's accent was never as rough as Mel's, but she missed hearing a "normal" person during sex.

So Mel was unhappy. But she still had Win. Just not in the way she wanted her. And then even Win started acting strange which was on top of the fact Mel was convinced her meds had stopped working when the voices she gave to the animals she talked to were… different.

The pigeons on campus usually flew away from she approached them, but after she got back from her mums' wedding to lucky number five, which had gotten rained out to Mel's amusement, they didn't. None of the animals did. It was like she was a modern day Snow White. It was bizarre, but she liked it. It reminded her of how much she loved the sheep back in Wales.

But she couldn't enjoy it as much when Win seemed so on edge, but then, she wasn't again. She'd gotten community service; Mel agreed it was bullshit. Still forever offended Win had even hinted that Mel was anything like Delilah. She'd made friends. Mel wasn't super jealous. She was happy for her. Win deserved to make cool new friends just like Mel was,even if Win's friends were criminals. Mel herself was. She just wasn't stupid enough to get caught, but neither was Win. Stupid Delilah Mel thought.

When Win told Mel her friend had died, It hurt Mel a lot that school was so stressful she couldn't go over to Wertham and hold Win while she cried. But then Win was happy again, "the hospital made a mistake," she had told Mel.

"But I thought you went to his funeral."

"It wasn't a real funeral," Win had said quickly and nervously.

"But you said they buried him." Win's laughs were strange.

"No, I said it felt like that. You've been taking your meds like you're supposed to?"

"Yeah," Mel said. They usually wore off by the time she talked to Win at night.

"So you've connected to the server yet?" Win quickly changed the subject to the game they were playing.

"Yeah, yeah, just loading in now."

It made Mel happy that Win was happy, but part of her was jealous. Win was always sending her cute pictures of her and Nathan. She was so damn proud of her adorable dumbass. And Mel thought he was stunning. She was fucking embarrassed when she'd had a sex dream about him. She'd never even met him. She didn't want to tell Win. She was too embarrassed, but Win got it out of her. Win wasn't jealous and didn't think it was weird. She thought it was fucking hilarious.

Soon after Win's community service had ended, Mel received an urgent call from her. Win had picked up a flyer at the community centre talking about offering a paying job to teach art to kids from the area. The job started only three weeks after Mel's last scheduled shift at the University bookstore. Maybe once upon a time, Mel would've thought the job was too good for her, but thinking about inspiring kids in the same situation she had been in. Using the same outlet that sometimes felt like the only thing she had. And at the same place she'd met Win. She wondered how many people had fallen in love at that stupid community centre or if that was just Win's thing.

She would be with Win again.

And Nathan. Who she'd only gotten a simple wave from over Skype when he and Win moved into her flat. Yet she knew so much about him. And she'd dreamed him fucking her.

So she'd be with Win. The girl she was still in love with.

And Win's boyfriend Nathan, who she may or may not have accidentally imagined when she was wanking.

It was even worse when her new flat wouldn’t be ready for another two weeks.

“It’s fine, Win, I’ll just stay with my mum,” Mel had said.

“No, you’re not. I’ve discussed it with Nathan, and he’s alright with you staying with us,” Win replied. Mel liked Nathan, she really did, but sometimes during those two weeks, she wondered if he really was alright with her staying with them. Their sense of humour bounced off of each other so easily, but sometimes Mel wondered if it was her fault when he seemed genuinely mean. She tried not to let it bother her. And eventually, he chilled out. It was like he accepted her as a member of the gang. One way or another, Nathan and Mel ended up being alone together a lot. Nothing happened between them besides the beautiful spark of friendship. They were unstoppable. It made Win so fucking happy to see the two most important people in her life get on so well. It was like a house on fire. Once one of them had started laughing, none of them could stop.

But also like a fire, Nathan and Mel together were kind of dangerous. They looked out for each other, but when they got drunk, it seemed like all thoughts were thrown to the window. They’d share secrets they’d never even dreamed of sharing while sober. But nothing sexual ever happened between them, despite the growing tension. Because they both loved Win. And that was the deciding factor: Win. And then everything changed for a bit. After the actual sex between the three of them. Mel decided her new flat was much more interesting than theirs. She couldn’t see Win and Nathan every day like she had. Because it was too much. She wanted both of them, and yet, she was sure she’d never have either of them. They were taken. By each other. She didn’t know what to do besides to go out dancing and try to forget it all.

"Mel?" Nathan was shocked to see his girlfriend's best friend back at their flat so late at night. Even more shocked to see how… different she looked. After the conversation he had with Win, he wasn't afraid to admit Mel was beautiful. He thought she was most beautiful in the mornings when she'd just woke up, too tired to put on her armor and act like she was mean, no makeup, no bra. She was always so cute in the mornings. This Mel looked like the complete opposite of that. Her outfit would've turned him on if he'd seen her in a club like that before Win. Hell, it would've turned him on now, but looking at her face, she was a mess. It was obvious she was wearing a full face of makeup, but had cried half of it off. Mel wore makeup all the time, but Nathan had never seen her like this.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't know where to go. I can… I can leave you alone. I just need to ask Win what my new flat number is."

"She's asleep. Hey, come in. You look like you've had a rough night."

"That obvious?" she asked.

"Just come in. Your blankets are still on the couch. Crash here for the night," Nathan said, moving out of her way so she could come inside. Mel sat down on the couch and put her arms around herself. She was shivering, coming down from the MDMA she had taken earlier.

Nathan looked towards the laundry basket sitting near the hallway. He quickly grabbed some of Win's freshly cleaned pajama bottoms and one of his t-shirts.

"Here," he handed the clothes to Mel, "you can change in the bathroom if you want."

"Not like you never seen me naked before," she shrugged and took the clothes to change in the bathroom. Ah yes, the threesome. The #1 thing that had been on Nathan's mind for the past two weeks. He felt so guilty about it until Win told her she couldn't stop thinking about it either. He wondered if Mel felt the same way. He wondered if that was why she stopped coming 'round.

Mel walked back into the lounge looking like herself again. She had taken off the remnants of her makeup.

"You want a hug?" He didn't know why he felt awkward asking her. He'd hugged her before, but not since the threesome. He'd eaten her pussy. He'd fucked her, but he felt awkward to hug her. Shit, he knew Win had taken her virginity, but in the eyes of society, it was him.

She nodded. He took his arms around her, and she squeezed him tightly. He didn't feel awkward anymore. It felt like that's where they were supposed to be.

"I'm sorry," she said again.

"Hey, no problem. You know you can come over whenever. We've missed ye," he admitted.

"I've missed you guys too," she said. She let go of him and sat back down on their couch.

Nathan sat close to her, "I'm sorry if I was mean to ye when we first met. I was so jealous. Win told me all about ye. Didn't know how she'd still like me against a girl beautiful as you," he said. Mel felt her face get hot. Nathan thinks I'm beautiful?

"She's told me about you too," Mel said.

"Good things?" Nathan smiled.

"Mostly," Mel smirked.

Then it faded, "you had the right to be jealous… I really should just go."

Nathan held her hand, "please don't."

She was nervous. She wasn't sure what was going on. She was attracted to Nathan. She was attracted to Win. She was scared Nathan was making a move on her. As attracted as she was to Nathan, as good as he had made her feel, she couldn't do that to Win.

"What did you mean by I had the right to be jealous?"

"Win… I'm attracted to her. I never stopped loving her. I've tried to push it down, but I can't. I tried to forget about you- Win"

Nathan interrupted her,"What was that?" He felt hopeful, but maybe it was just a slip of the tongue.

Mel put her head in her hands, "nothing."

"I need to talk to you. Win should be here for this, but she needs her rest," he said. Mel was afraid.

"About what? I just told you I love your girlfriend, what could you possibly have to tell me besides "fuck off, get out of my flat"?" Mel felt like she was going to cry. Why did I tell him?

"Win told me when you were younger, some of your friends were in a poly relationship and got made of for it. You said you didn't have a problem with it… Win and I. We both have feelings for you," Nathan held both her hands and anticipated her response. When she didn't say anything he continued, "I get it if you're not attracted to me, but I'd still like to be friends. I know it might be weird. I know I'm not- oh," Nathan made a shocked noise as Mel kissed him. He smiled at her as she pulled away.

Mel smiled back before she looked back down at her feet, "I… I had a hook-up tonight. To try to get over you and Win."

He put his arm around her, "went badly?"

"Her boyfriend came home."

"Fuck. Been there, done that," Nathan rubbed her shoulder.

A tear formed in her eye, "he called me every name in the book."

"Eh, well sounds like a wanker. If he was any good in bed, his girl wouldn't be looking for pussy without him involved. Did you even know she had a boyfriend?" Nathan couldn't help but ask.

"No idea. I was dancing with her, snogging her, and she asked me to come back to her place. So I did."

He held her hand, "Yeah, nobody's mad at you, Mel. Guy was just pissed his girlfriend cheated on him. My story, on the other hand, woah boy."

Mel let out a little laugh, "what happened?"

"Alright, buckle up. It's a wild ride," he grinned at her. He hoped at least one of the ridiculous unfortunate moments in his life could cheer her up and make her laugh, "so I'm this sixteen year old scrawny fella. I'd already lost my virginity and everythin', but this woman. Fuck. I hadn't fucked a girl like that. Kinda built like you, actually," Nathan glanced at Mel, and she was smiling at him, "anyways, she's an older sister of one of the year thirteens I was hanging out with. And one day she just starts talking to me all the time, and I'm just nervous she's gonna notice the boners I get around her. And I've seen her snogging this other lad. Full beard, lots of muscles, definitely fitter than me… at the time anyway," Nathan winked at Mel.

"So we're all at this party, yeah? And she introduces him to me as her boyfriend. Weeks, Months even go by. And I know this lad. We were supposedly friends, but I didn't really like him, and then boom bam fuck, they're moving in together. He's at work. This bitch is having me move boxes for her, just me and her, and I'm like "oh yeah, I've seen this porno." But I wasn't really expecting much. She asks me to put sheets on her bed and I'm like "fuck no, I'm not doing that," but I told her okay because her tits were peaking out and I didn't know what I was agreein' t'. So I'm bent over on this king sized bed and you know what she does?"

The story has definitely taken Mel's mind off of her own life for a moment.

"What'd she do?"

"She smacks my arse! And I'm like "woah, okay!," A girl had never done that to me before. She's got this shit eating grin on her face. And I swear I thought I'd gone to heaven, I thought I was dreamin'. She says, "I want you to fuck me, Nathan." And my brain practically shuts down, I tell, "sorry?," She shuts the door, locks it, and says, "I'm gonna take your trousers off now." And my cock is like BAYOING," he imitates the action with his finger, "I mean I had a semi the whole time, but that's aside from the point. Alright so we're gettin' down to business and I swear I hear the downstairs door open but I'm trying too hard to not cum all up in there to even focus on anything. And then BANG BANG BANG on the door, "Shit," I'm thinking. We weren't necessarily bein' quiet. I try to hop up. Do anything to prevent my young death and she fucking grabs me. Practically puts me in a headlock and moans, "oh don't stop make me cum," and thank god I'm not like that anymore but I knew how to do that about as much as I know how to fly an aeroplane. And then he's shouting at her through the door. So I did what any sensible man would do and I kept fucking her,"

"You what?" Mel interrupted.

"She didn't want me to take it out, the hell was I supposed to do? Anyway I'm so scared at this point, I wasn't even thinking about her anymore, I'm thinking about my escape plan so the other half of me is just glad I lasted this long. And he's still hollaring and I'm biting down on my lip so hard to not make any sound, and then the death sentence," he raised his voice a few octaves, " 'oh nathan, just like that,' and y'know I should've been spunking her up, but I couldn't! She had just incriminated me against this giant guy that could probably kill me by pinching me," Mel started laughing, and Nathan smiled at her.

"So I swear to god. I'll never understand how I got out of there but this part is terrifying," he squeezed her hand, "he punched a hole into their brand new door and unlocked it, see that's when I finally escaped from the bitch's grasp and my dick fucking exploded all over me even though I didn't tell it to do that, so my thighs are covered in cum and I'm about to lose my life and I slid down this second story window with my clothes in my arms. Amazing how the goods didn't get damaged. My arse was cut and bruised up for a week. Swear the lads at school thought I was a gay, but then I told em the story. I was a legend after that."

Mel blinked at him, "woah."

"Oh, hi Mel," Win said with a smile from the hallway. Nathan and Mel were so focused on the story they hadn't heard her get up.

"Sorry for waking you. I just need my flat number… I forgot it. And I know you wrote it down," Mel's smile faded a little. She was happy with what Nathan had told her, but she still didn't want to be a waste of their time.

"No ye don't," Nathan said, putting his arms around her. Win lifted an eyebrow. Nathan directed his words to Win this time, "Mel had a bit of a bad hookup. Told her she won't have to worry about that no more. About what we talked about. She kissed me. She loves you," he smiled.

"Don't I get one?"

Mel hopped up. She hadn't kissed Win sober since before they broke up three years ago. She kissed her softly.

"C'mon, loves, let's get back to bed." They all settled in. Mel spooning Win, Nathan spooning Mel.

Win turned to face Mel, "glad to have you back, darlin'." Mel simply kissed her again.

"So we're all shaggin' in the morning, yeah?" Nathan said.

Win chuckled, "I've still got a job to get to."

"Okay? I'll set an alarm." It would be early, and none of them were early risers, but they needed a quick nap before they could celebrate their new relationship. And all of them enjoyed a lazy morning shag.

"Sounds good to me, Mel?" Win asked.

"Yeah," Mel said. Despite the disaster of the hook-up that happened hours earlier, Mel usually enjoyed them. Friends with benefits had definitely became her main outlet for sex at University. And she loved fucking. But deep down, Mel felt like there was a difference between "fucking" and "making love". She'd only ever made love with Win. And she hoped in the morning she'd get to make love with the two people in the world she knew she loved.

#nathan young #nathan young x oc #oc; melanie albright #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #win x nathan x mel

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Three’s a Crowd, but Only Sometimes | Misfits ot3′verse

a/n: so here it is, the infamous threesome fic, mentioned in both @bisexualnathanyoung‘s Old Endings & New Beginnings & The Deciding Factor. I had a lot of fun writing this. I just love threesomes y’all, I admit it. And I know it’s oc stuff, but if y’all sleep on this smut, you’re missing out imo, bc I think it’s some of the spiciest shit I’ve written in a while. pairing: Win Lewis (oc) x Nathan Young x Mel Albright (oc) warning(s): oral - f&m receiving, vaginal sex, face riding, fingering, recreational drug usage, language word count: 3.8k of pure smutty goodness

“Hey pass me some of that,” Nathan exclaimed, flailing his hand impatiently at Mel who currently had the blunt they were all sharing between her lips. Inhaling deeply, she unhurriedly leaned toward Win and blew the smoke lazily into her waiting mouth before passing the blunt to Nathan who frowned, his eyes flicking from Mel to his girlfriend, who leaned back against the edge of the couch contently.

“Oh sure, do blow backs with her,” he cried, gesturing at Mel before Win leaned forward, plucking the blunt from his fingers to press purposefully between her own lips, repeating the action with Nathan, leaving him grinning impishly and Mel rolled her eyes.

“What, you jealous?” Win asked, giggling softly as she nudged Nathan’s shoulder, crawling closer.

“No,” he exclaimed defensively. “It’s just not fair that th’two of you make it look that hot,” he replied, half joking.

At his words Mel and Win shared a look and instantly fell into a fit of giggles til Nathan joined them, no longer able to hold back his own laughter, the weed and alcohol lowering their inhibitions.

Mel had been staying with them for a couple weeks now. Initially she’d been waiting for her flat to be ready, needing a place to stay and Win offering, but now she still came round nearly as often, seeming to prefer their place to her own.

During that time Nathan had finally begun to warm up to her, his initial reaction one of jealousy, never having been very good at sharing Win’s attention, but once he got past that, he found Mel was actually a lot like him, and he found he enjoyed her company.

As he brought his beer to his lips, taking a long swig he watched the two women lounging on the floor in front of him, Win murmuring something to Mel who snorted a laugh and Nathan couldn’t help but let his gaze linger, running over their curves appreciatively, already feeling his cock start to stiffen as unbidden thoughts swirled in his head.

“Y’know what we should do,” he blurted out, pulling Mel and Win’s eyes, both of them turning to look at him curiously.

“Yeah, and what’s that?” Mel asked, fighting back another burst of giggles.

“We should have a threesome.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he winced, hoping he hadn’t just ruined the mood, though the very thought sent blood rushing to his half hard cock even faster, his pulse climbing as his mind rushed down avenues he’d only half considered before.

For a long moment neither woman spoke and Nathan began preparing himself for rejection, til Win drew her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly deliberating as her eyes flicked to Mel, who looked suddenly aroused.

“Sure, why not,” Win said with a half shrug, a tiny grin playing at her lips as she grasped the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion as both Nathan and Mel gaped at her.

“Holy shit,” Nathan muttered, not quite believing what was happening. He’d fully expected them to scoff at the idea, Mel calling him a pervert and the conversation going back to normal, not… this, both girls already half undressed and Mel’s lips on Win’s, kissing her hungrily.

“You gunna sit there and stare or are you gunna join the party?” Mel exclaimed, breaking the kiss to glance over at Nathan. “This was your idea in th’first place,” she reminded him, her cheeks flaring red and Win grinned.

“Yeah, c’mon babe,” she purred, her hand trailing down Mel’s waist as she held his gaze.

God, she did always had the best fuck me eyes, Nathan thought, his mouth suddenly dry, but he quickly tore his eyes away to hastily undress.

By the time he was down to his boxers, his cock already straining against the fabric, Win was pushing Mel to her back and sliding her knickers down as she kissed her, a soft moan leaving Mel’s lips as Win’s hand slipped between her thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Nathan groaned as he watched open mouthed as his girlfriend kissed her way down Mel’s exposed body, wasting no time in spreading her friend’s legs and nestling between them, her eyes flicking to his before her tongue peeked between her lips to find its destination, Mel letting out a choked moan.

“Oh God, yes,” she sighed, her hands sliding into Win’s hair.

As Win began to eat Mel out Nathan eased his boxers down, his cock springing free and he reached for it, desperate to jerk off to the sight of Mel writhing beneath Win’s expert mouth, her growing moans driving him crazy.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured weakly and Win lifted her face, fixing him with a stern look.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, Nathan Young. Not yet,” she instructed smugly and Nathan frowned.

“Are y’tryin’ to kill me?” he spluttered, Win’s lidded gaze holding him hostage and he obeyed with a disappointed groan, his hand leaving his throbbing length reluctantly.

“Good boy” she cooed, sending a shiver up his spine, her fingers massaging Mel’s cunt as she spoke, her eyes fixing on his cock as she pointedly wet her lips. “I promise you’ll be rewarded.”

Before Nathan could answer, Mel lifted her head to look at Win, a pout pulling her lips. “Winnie,” she whined, her hips rolling impatiently and Win huffed a soft laugh before bending to resume her tongue’s exploration of Mel’s cunt, Nathan giving a soft whimper as he watched.

“God, you taste amazing, babygirl,” she murmured, once more sitting up, much to Mel’s disappointment. “Nathan, you wanna taste?” she asked instead, and he gave a start.

“Me? Y’sure?” he asked faintly, suddenly rather nervous. Sure, he’d been the one to suggest this, but now he was afraid if he did the wrong thing, maybe Win would break up with him. Maybe it was a trap. But then again she was the one who’d jumped right into it, practically encouraging him to eat her best friend out.

“Yeah, hot stuff,” she purred, moving out of the way so he could take her place, her face rather flush. “Make her cum for me.”

“You don’t hafta tell me twice,” he murmured, pausing to kiss Win, shoving his tongue in her mouth eagerly, tasting Mel on her lips before he was situating himself between her open legs to taste the real thing. She looked up at him with an unreadable expression and Nathan’s nerves returned. Did Mel really want this?

“God, Nathan, are y’gunna eat me out or are y’just gunna stare at my tits?” Mel huffed, though she was as red as Win, maybe even more so.

Taking a deep breath he dove in, lapping eagerly at her clit, hoping his performance would hold up, especially after Win, but Mel seemed to like it, soon writhing beneath him, her hands finding purchase in his curls as she bucked her hips against his mouth.

“That’s right, babe, lick her pussy like you mean it,” Win murmured, her breath hitching, and Nathan wondered if she were touching herself as she watched them, her soft moans distinguishable from Mel’s.

The thought of Win getting off to what he was doing, mixed with Mel’s rising moans was almost too much for him, his balls aching for release, but he didn’t stop until Mel was arching against him, pressing her cunt harder against his mouth, her fingers digging into his scalp, pulling at his hair in a way that made his cock twitch and he moaned lewdly into her pussy.

“Oh, shit, Nathan!” she keened, the sound like music to his ears, and he gave her clit one last teasing flick with the tip of his tongue as she squirmed, pushing him back. “Fuck!” she gasped, breathing heavily, and he sat up, grinning smugly down at her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Before he could speak, unsure whose turn it was next and hoping it was his, Win was back in his arms and he ran his hands down her waist, pulling her against him, her skin like heaven against his throbbing cock and he rutted against her stomach as he kissed her, their tongues dancing eagerly as he moaned into her mouth, wanting so badly to come.

Pulling back, however, she glanced over to Mel, who by now had sat up, taking her hand and pulling her closer, turning to kiss her next.

“Mel, baby, will you help me?” Win murmured, nuzzling Mel’s nose with hers, her eyelashes fluttering. “Can you suck Nathan’s cock for me? Make him feel good. He’s been such a good boy, hasn’t he?” she asked and Mel’s eyes widened.

“Y-yeah, I can do that,” she stuttered softly, wetting her lips before getting on all fours, her hand gripping his length as she experimentally licked him, taking him into her mouth and drawing a low groan from him.

Tearing his eyes from Mel, he found Win watching him carefully and he swallowed thickly, still half afraid she was going to change her mind, but God did she look turned on, her lip drawn between her teeth as she watched Mel’s mouth glide along his length, her head bobbing a steady pace.

“She has a nice mouth, right Nathan?” Win whispered, her voice slightly strangled, as if she were wishing Mel’s mouth were on her and Nathan nodded his head, his mouth falling open as Mel’s hand hesitantly moved to cradle his balls, kneading lightly so as not to hurt him, and the sensation mixed with the wonderful feel of her velvety mouth had him tensing.

“Touch me,” Win begged, her voice cracking and Nathan realized she had yet to receive any attention, having made sure he and Mel were being taken care of, and he quickly pulled her closer, reaching up to cover her tit with his palm, kneading it as he kissed her sloppily, pinching and rolling her pert nipple before his hand traveled further down her body, slipping between her thighs.

“Holy fuck, you’re wet babe,” Nathan exclaimed with a start. “You’re practically drippin’,” he observed. “Is that all from just watchin’?”

“Maybe,” she answered and a heady rush of pleasure suddenly gripped Nathan, his climax swiftly building. If Mel kept sucking him like that he was gunna blow his load in her mouth, and he didn’t know how to feel about that, though she’d came against his face not long ago.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gunna—!”

“Mel, stop,” Win commanded suddenly, and she obeyed, pulling his cock from her mouth with a soft pop, leaving Nathan hanging and he gasped loudly.

“How come you let her come but not me?” he exclaimed, gesturing to Mel, who sat back on her haunches, an amused look crossing her face as Win merely smirked.

“You wanna cum?”

“God yes,” he groaned, almost a whine, and before Win could speak, he pulled her into his lap, sliding into her with ease with how wet she was and the surprised sound that left her lips brought a feral grin to Nathan’s face.

“How d’you like that, huh?” he asked smugly, bouncing her on his cock roughly, her tits bouncing in time with his wild thrusts and he glanced over her shoulder, catching Mel’s eye. Her mouth had fallen open as she watched, the scene swiftly turning her back on.

“F-fuck, Nathan—!” Win cried, throwing her head back as she hung on to his shoulders, but there was no way he was gunna be able to hold out for her, already too close from Mel’s mouth. Blowing his load with a loud groan, he buried his face between Win’s tits, much smaller than Mel’s but no less perfect, and he gasped a breath, holding Win tightly to him, his cock swiftly softening inside her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold out,” he murmured, lifting his face, but he was met with a sweet kiss and he reacted by instinct, kissing her back before she slid from his lap.

“Want me to help you finish?” Mel murmured, her hands running over Win’s sweat damp body, squeezing her tits as she pressed her forehead to Win’s.

“Yes, please,” she whispered with a nod, relinquishing control to the other woman and Mel grinned brilliantly, lowering her to her back before crawling over to her backpack and rifling around in it til she found what she was looking for.

“Nathan,” Mel exclaimed and he lifted his head from where he lay, eyeing the rainbow coloured dildo in her hand, frowning slightly. Had she used that to get off in their bathroom while she’d stayed there the past few weeks?

“Hmm?” he asked, still drained from his orgasm.

“Where does Win keep her harness?”

“Huh?”

At his confused look, Mel rolled her eyes, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. “For her strap on? I know she has one.”

“Oh!” Nathan exclaimed, gesturing toward their bedroom. “It’s in the top shelf of th’dresser, with her knickers,” he answered and Mel stood, hurrying to retrieve it.

When she returned, already wearing it, dildo strapped to her waist, Nathan’s eyes widened and she smirked at the look on his face.

“What, she never use this on you before?” she teased and Nathan had to clear his throat before answering, feeling his face warm.

“Yeah, ‘course!” he exclaimed and Win smiled.

“Nathan likes it when I fuck him.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Mel muttered. “You look like you know how to take a dick, though… a small one,” she added, eyeing him as if she were imagining pegging him as well, his cock giving a lazy twitch at the thought, already starting to harden again.

“Hey Winnie,” she purred as she crawled atop Win, who reached for her, running her hands up Mel’s arms. “I’ve had some practice since we…” she trailed off suddenly, her lips twisting and she cleared her throat.

“Fuck me, Melly,” Win begged, reaching up further to caress her cheek and Mel leaned into the touch, her eyelids fluttering for a moment before she seemed to steel herself, positioning the tip of the dildo at Win’s entrance.

When she slowly slid into her, Win let out a strangled moan, her body arching toward Mel’s and Nathan swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open. It seemed like every moment of the night was just getting hotter and hotter and his cock was having no problem getting hard again as he watched.

Mel’s hips slowly met Win’s, sheathing the dildo completely before pulling back out and pushing in again, Win moaning softly, her eyes flicking to Nathan for a moment to gauge his reaction before finding Mel again, gasping as her friend bucked into her harder this time, lifting Win’s leg as she picked up the pace, leaning forward to kiss her as she fucked her.

“Mel,” Win whimpered, her arms tightening around the back of her neck, drawing her closer and Mel let out a choked sound as their lips collided, almost a sob, but she kissed her like a woman possessed, her movements becoming desperate, fervent, like all she wanted to do was make Win feel so good and Nathan watched them writhe against each other, their tits now fully pressed together.

“Melly, make me cum, please?” Win murmured as Mel slammed into her, fucking her harder.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Mel whispered breathlessly, “I missed you.” Her words were nearly lost amid Win’s sudden cry as Mel rode her through her orgasm and Nathan crawled closer, reaching around to fondle her chest as she stilled, looking down at Win with an unreadable look. When Nathan’s arms snaked around her, his hands finding their destination she gave a slight jump, her face flaring red.

“You’ve gotten better at topping,” Win observed, stretching beneath her, Mel’s dildo still inside her and she grinned, watching her squirm in Nathan’s embrace.

“Yeah, well, I told you I’ve had some practice,” Mel huffed, glancing away, a soft moan leaving her lips as Nathan rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers.

“Win, babe, I’m nice an’ hard again,” he said, cocking an expectant brow down at her and she grinned, pushing herself up to her elbows.

“Then let’s do the grand finale,” she purred, holding Nathan’s gaze and his grin grew. “Think you can handle th’both of us at once?” she asked.

“Course, I fuckin’ can,” he boasted and Mel snorted, but she didn’t say anything else, instead helping Win up.

“Okay, Nathan, lay on your back,” Win instructed and he gave Mel’s tits one last playful squeeze before obeying, spreading himself out on the floor, cockily folding his hands behind his head to gaze up at both women.

“Like whatcha see?” he asked, giving them a sly wink.

Rolling her eyes though her lips curled slightly, Win grabbed a pillow from the couch to toss at Nathan.

“Put that under your head, y’dork.”

Mel snorted at Nathan’s affronted yelp as the pillow smacked him in the face, but he did as Win said, and once he was ready she turned back to Mel expectantly.

“Climb on that dick, babe.”

“What?” Mel exclaimed, gaping at Win.

“I know you wanna try th’real thing out,” Win said, leaning in close so Nathan couldn’t overhear, giving her a knowing look, definitely not having forgotten the dirty dream Mel’d confided in her she’d had about Nathan before they’d even met.

“Win,” Mel hissed, cut off as Win kissed her.

“I want you to feel good, Melly,” Win murmured earnestly and Mel reluctantly nodded, anxiously climbing astride Nathan, hovering over him.

“Y’ready for me t’rock your world?” Nathan exclaimed with bravado, sliding his hands up Mel’s thighs to circle her waist.

“You better not be all talk, Young,” Mel said with a nervous smirk as she lowered herself onto his waiting cock, a sigh falling from her parted lips as he filled her.

“Trust me, I’ve never had any--” he cut off with a frown, his eyes darting to Win for a moment. “Okay, okay, I may have had some… complaints, in th’past,” he admitted, while Mel raised her eyebrows at him, not wanting to bring up some of the stories Win had told her, one of which involved a bloody nose. “But just ask Win, I’m an excellent lover!” he boasted, waggling his eyebrows up at Mel.

“That’s right,” Win murmured, stroking Nathan’s cheek, flushing slightly, avoiding the look on Mel’s face for a moment, a strange flutter filling her chest that was growing harder to ignore.

“So are we gunna get on with this, because as much as I love a good cock warmin’ session, I’m ready and rarin’ t’go, ladies,” Nathan exclaimed, flashing a grin at Mel before turning back to Win. “C’mere and sit on my face, love!”

“If you insist,” Win murmured with a grin, crawling over him, facing Mel, who was beginning to look nervous again. “You ready?” Win asked softly, taking Mel’s hands and threading their fingers together.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she said, squirming on Nathan’s cock, moaning softly as she rolled her hips and Win’s mouth fell open as Nathan’s tongue delved her folds, eagerly exploring her sex.

“Fuck,” Win groaned, grinding against his mouth, her eyes not leaving Mel’s as she ground against his pelvis, pulling his cock deeper.

Beneath them Nathan moaned, his hands moving from Mel’s waist to slide up the outside of Win’s thighs, and the two women began to find a rhythm, matching their movements to each other as they took their pleasure from Nathan, who from the sounds he was making was definitely in heaven himself.

“That feel good babygirl?” Win asked, squeezing Mel’s hands and Mel nodded wordlessly.

“Fuck, yes. I--”

Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a sharp moan as Nathan bucked up into her suddenly, taking her by surprise and she groaned, grinding faster against him, her tits bouncing with each movement.

“I can’t believe we’re doin’ this,” she admitted, her mouth falling open and Win grinned.

“I hope that’s a good thing?” she murmured, her breath hitching as Nathan drew her clit between his lips, sucking and flicking with his tongue.

“I--I, oh God--” Mel exclaimed, again cutting off before she could answer, instead letting go of Win’s hands to grab her face, pulling her in for a sloppy, rather intense kiss, shoving her tongue in her mouth as her climax drew closer, building in her gut, Nathan’s cock hitting her in just the right spot as she rode him with abandon now, and she wondered if he was close too.

Win tensed suddenly, moaning into Mel’s mouth as she kissed her back, her body shuddering, Nathan’s tongue bringing her undone, her climax gripping her in her oversensatized state moments before Mel’s washed over her, the two of them riding through them together before Nathan finally tensed beneath them, bucking up into Mel as he came with a cry, Win collapsing to the side so he could breathe.

“Holy fuck!” he gasped, completely spent, whimpering as Mel quickly slipped off him, falling to the carpet next to Win, breathing heavily, searching blindly for her hand and Win gripped her too before turning to Nathan, pressing her face to his.

“That was the fuckin’ hottest thing I think I’ve ever been a part of,” he exclaimed, his chest heaving and Win huffed a breathless laugh herself.

“God, you were amazing, babe,” she assured him, wiping his face before bending to kiss him, still holding Mel’s hand in hers, feeling her friend crawl closer. “You were both amazing,” she amended, pulling back to look at Mel, pulling her into her arms between her and Nathan, the three of them collapsing into a giant sweaty pile in the middle of the living room.

However, as Win and Nathan quickly fell into a comfortable slumber Mel lay awake, chewing her lip, replaying everything. She was struck by just how much she’d missed fucking Win, kissing her, being held by her. It felt like the gaping, never-quite-healed hole in her chest that had opened when they’d broke up had reopened, and the thought that after tonight she’d have to go back to just being friends felt like the cruelest thing ever, top that off with how much she wanted Nathan, her best friend’s boyfriend. It was almost too much.

She’d never slept with a guy before, and she’d been lowkey crushing on this one for a while now, despite the complicated nature of their relationship, despite her feelings for Win. He’d felt so good, made her feel so good, all while Win had been right there, making sure she was being taken care of, the love in her eyes overwhelming. But Win loved Nathan, and Nathan loved Win, and this was just a drunken, high, spur of the moment impulse for them. In the morning they’d go back to being a happy couple, and Mel… Mel, would be their friend, who they’d happened to fuck.

Shit.

Maybe this was a mistake.

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young smut #nathan young x oc #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #win x nathan x mel #oc: Win Lewis #oc: melanie albright #my writing #ot3'verse

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seanfalco · 4 years

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The Deciding Factor | Misfits ot3 au

Companion piece to @bisexualnathanyoung‘s Old Endings and New Beginnings -- the conversation Nathan and Win have about their feelings for Mel.

word count: 1k

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“Win, babe, what’s wrong?” Nathan asked, pushing himself up to his elbows to look at her, his brows furrowing with concern.

“Nothin’. It’s nothin’,” Win exclaimed quickly. Too quickly. “What’s wrong with you?” she demanded instead, but Nathan heard her sniffle as she turned her face away and he scooted closer, turning her face back to him.

“It’s obviously not nothin’. C’mon, you can tell me anythin’, you know that,” he murmured, really starting to get worried. She’d been acting strange for nearly two weeks now… ever since the night they’d slept with Mel.

Was she mad at him? Was that it? He’d been the one to suggest it, but she’d been quick to agree and take charge. Did she regret it now?

“Win? Please?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly and finally she turned to look at him, wet trails running down her cheeks and Nathan’s heart dropped into his stomach.

Quickly wiping at her eyes Win sniffled louder. “If I tell you… you’ll break up with me,” she whispered and Nathan’s stomach only clenched tighter. What was she talkin’ about?

“Win…”

She shook her head, trying to turn away again, but Nathan caught her, holding her in place.

“Nathan, I mean it. If I tell you, you’re gunna hate me and I can’t… I can’t lose you. I love you,” she exclaimed, desperation thick in her wavering voice.

“I love yeh too, Win,” Nathan insisted, holding her face between his hands, feeling her tears run over his fingers. “I could never hate yeh, I swear.”

Squeezing her eyes shut as Nathan held her face she took a deep breath.

“Okay, fine. But you have to promise me you won’t get mad.”

“I promise,” Nathan replied without hesitation, the earnesty in his voice convincing her.

“I’m still in love with Mel.”

Oh.

Nathan knew that, or at least he had a feeling. Love like Win and Mel had shared never really went away.

“But I love you too,” Win continued quickly.

When Nathan didn’t respond she desperately clutched at his arms. “Nathan? Please say something.”

If she had told him that when Mel first came back to Wertham he woulda been jealous. He had been jealous, even just of their friendship. The thought of sharing Win’s attention had really actually bothered him a lot. And yeah, he’d whined and pouted and been a little clingy, but he hadn’t let on how much it had bothered him. He didn’t want her to feel bad. Like she had to choose between them.

But now... now, things were different. He cared about Mel. They’d become friends. Close friends. And he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night. Sure it had been a drunken spur of the moment thing, and hot as all fuckin’ hell, but it hadn’t felt wrong. When he’d suggested it he’d been thinking with his cock, half expecting it to be awkward but it hadn’t been.

And it wasn’t just the sex, he found he missed Mel comin’ round, he missed her sense of humour, so similar to his. He missed the way she snorted when she laughed, really laughed hard. He missed the way Win would light up when they were together. And yeah, okay he missed the way she looked without a bra on.

“Nathan?”

The fear in Win’s voice tore him back to the moment and he pressed forehead to hers. “It’s okay,” he said, squeezing her hand and she jerked back to gape at him, grey eyes wide.

“It’s… okay?” she exclaimed, confusion lacing her voice, her eyes searching his face incredulously. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” she asked and Nathan couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips.

“I mean it!” he insisted. “I-I have somethin’ to tell you too,” he confessed.

He’d been holding this guilt since that night, feeling like such a skeeve for thinkin’ bout his girlfriend’s best friend like that. For missin’ her like that. But her admission suddenly made him feel less guilty.

“I… I think I might… I might fancy Mel too,” he said, bracing himself as he forced the words out.

“Oh?” Win uttered, her expression unreadable and worry clutched Nathan.

“Y-yeah. I haven’t been able t’stop thinkin’ bout that night,” he murmured and Win nodded.

“Me too.”

“I miss her,” Nathan said.

“Me too,” Win whispered. She swallowed, hesitantly looking into Nathan’s face, her hands seeking his. “Are we both in love with Mel?”

“Looks that way.” Nathan hesitated, “D’you think she feels the same way? I-I mean, at least bout you. I don’t even care if she likes me like that or not, but I could make it work,” Nathan exclaimed earnestly. “If it’d make you happy.”

A small smile spread across Win’s face before she cut Nathan off, throwing herself into his arms, her lips connecting with his and his words melted into a soft moan as he fell to his back, Win’s tongue sliding against his.

“I love you,” she exclaimed breathlessly and Nathan chuckled, stroking her cheek, feeling fresh tears, though this time he had a feeling they were tears of joy.

“Well, that was not how I was expectin’ that conversation t’go,” he said, snaking his arms around her back.

“Yeah, me neither,” Win murmured, biting her lip. “But I’m glad. I feel so relieved.”

“Me too,” Nathan sighed, feeling a weight lift from him.

“So what do we do about this?” Win asked, pressing her cheek to his chest, smiling to herself as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Fuck if I know,” Nathan sighed, “I guess we hafta talk to Mel. Tell her how we… feel.”

“Yeah,” Win agreed, “I’ve been trying to get her to come over but she’s been so busy.”

“Or she’s avoidin’ us,” Nathan pointed out.

“That’s a definite possibility,” she muttered. “Hey,” she exclaimed suddenly. “I thought you didn’t like talking about feelin’s and shit.”

“Yeah well, maybe you’re rubbin’ off on me, babe,” he murmured, grinning up at her.

“I can rub somethin’ off,” Win smirked.

“Oh? Now you’ve got my attention.”

Win laughed as he rolled her beneath him, kissing him back and feeling lighter than she had for nearly two weeks. Now all she had to do was try to get Mel to come over again, hoping she might feel the same. To say she never thought she might have the possibility to date both the loves of her life was an understatement, but now it was looking more likely than ever.

#misfits #misfits ocs #nathan young #nathan young x oc #win x nathan x mel #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #oc: Win Lewis #oc: melanie albright #my writing

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bisexualnathanyoung · 2 years

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What If I’m Just Like Him?

Pairing: Nathan Young/OC (Mel Albright)

Word Count: 1,495

Warnings: pregnancy, panic attack, self-doubt, deadbeat dad references

Formatting is bad because tumblr is bad. Lots of dialogue.

“You’re lucky I love you,” I said to the baby growing inside me, “dancin’ on my bladder n shit.”

I sat up and glanced at the clock. 1:43. Then, I noticed Nathan wasn’t in bed. God I hope he’s not taking a shit. I’m about to piss my pants.

I made it to the toilet, and Nathan wasn’t in there. After a piss and a grunt and a handwashing, I walked in the kitchen. He wasn’t there either.

After shoving some biscuits in my mouth, I glanced out the window on the door and saw him. He was sitting on the ground, smoking a cigarette.

I opened the door. He looked up at me and waved the smoke in the air. He put out the cigarette on the ground.

“Don’t breathe that,” he said.

I looked down at him, “What are you doing out here? It’s cold.”

He shrugged, “y’know. Nicotine addiction.” I could tell it was more than just a midnight smoke.

“Come inside,” I said and bent over the ruffle his hair.

“Careful bendin’ over like that,” he said as he got up. I walked in the flat. He followed me and closed the door behind him.

I sat on the sofa and patted on the seat next to me.

Nathan sat down, “you should go back to bed, you’ve got work in the morning.”

I put my arm around him, “I’ve got work in like… eleven hours. That’s not morning. I’ll be fine.”

He laid his head on my shoulder, “we should really just… go back to bed.”

“I can tell something’s bothering you,” I said as I rubbed his arm.

“I’m fine, love,” he said without looking at me, “swear. You’ve got enough to worry about.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you,” I said and kissed his head.

He placed his hand on my bump and rubbed it, “I’m so excited for our baby.”

He kissed my belly then sat up next to me again, “really. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I’m good. Our baby’s healthy. You’re healthy. Everything’s really good.”

I held his hand, “did I do something wrong?” I was almost certain I didn’t, but sometimes that was the only way to get him to open up. I knew we were both scared shitless about being parents and about all of the changes that were happening all at once, but I didn’t know if something specific had happened.

I just wanted to know. I wanted to fix it. Or at least tell him that it was okay to be upset.

He shook his head in a slight panic, “no no no no, I don’t think you’re capable of doing anything wrong.”

He pulled me closer to him and rested his hand on my bump, absentmindedly rubbing it.

“Well, that’s certainly not true,” I responded with a small laugh.

We sat there for a minute. I decided not to interrogate him into telling me what was wrong.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good dad?” He said finally. Softly. Ah. I’d told him a million times before that I did, but it was worth it to tell him again.

“You’re already a good dad,” I said with a smile.

He made a noise, “How?”

“Always looking out for me. Always being there. Being responsible,” I responded, looking in his eyes.

He shrugged, “I’m not responsible.” Maybe that was true a year ago. Maybe that was still true in some ways, but he’d shown me he could be.

“Yes, you are,” I said. I felt the need to stick up for him even if it was to himself, “you helped me throw out all of the weed in the house. You got a job. You’ve supported me every step a this pregnancy. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. You were scared that the baby would get taken away the second it was born if we had stuff in the house. We didn’t have any money. I didn’t have a choice. That doesn’t mean I’m responsible,” he said, leaning against me again, not looking at me.

I sighed. Then, he looked at me.

“You could’ve left,” I said simply.

He looked away again, “that’s what scares me.” I was… kind of confused, but I tried not to react until I got more clarity.

“What d’you mean, love?” I said as I rubbed his back.

“My- They… forget it. I’m here for you and the baby. That’s all that matters,” I saw him try to discreetly wipe his eye. He tried to stand up, and I grabbed his wrist.

“Nathan,” I said in a more serious tone than I usually had, “Talk to me.”

He sat back down, sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a breath, “My dad was there until he wasn’t.”

I held his hand, “hmm?”

He didn’t look at me and sounded like he was about to cry, “what if I make the wrong decision?”

And that made my anxiety spike. I knew he wanted the baby. I knew he wasn’t going to leave or did I?

“What do you mean wrong decision?” I asked and rubbed his hand.

“What if he wanted me and changed his mind?” I watched as he ignored the tears that fell, “what if I’m just like him? What if I change my mind?” His words and his breathing sped up as he continued to talk, “I’m just a fucking arsehole under it all. What if that to my kids? What if I let you down? Both of you? I don’t wanna be that! I don’t wanna be that!”

I continued to rub his hand, “you need to breathe, love. Try to breathe.”

He steadied his breathing a little bit, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m not trying to scare you… I’m not gonna leave… I’m not gonna leave… every time my mum was mad at me, she’d say I was just like him. She still doesn’t know… fuck, she’s going to be so disappointed,” he let go of my hand to run his hands through his hair, “She’s gonna say she knew it’d happen. She’s gonna say I’m gonna be a shit dad just like him. She’s gonna tell me off and say how could I do this.” He was breathing fast again. I wasn’t sure how to get him to calm down.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I said.

“My chest hurts, why does my chest hurt? Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying, and I’ve died before so I know what it feels like. You hate it when I die. I’m sorry for dying,” he said quickly.

“I think you’re having a panic attack,” I said, “you just need to calm down. You’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“What’s that?” he said, “I don’t do that.”

I tried to get him to breathe with me and do some grounding exercises.

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“What’s indigo? Isn’t that just blue? I already found something blue,” he said. The important thing was that he’d calmed down some.

“You can just skip to purple,” I said.

“Blanket,” he said lifting it up.

“Do you feel any better now?” I asked.

He set his head on my shoulder, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” I responded, “it’s okay to not know.”

“But I need to be okay,” he replied, “I need to be okay for you.”

I put my arm around him, “you just need to be you. You’re allowed to be scared.”

“Maybe I should just call my dad,” he said, “so he can tell me he never wanted me. I need to know. Because I want our baby more than anything in this world, and I just don’t understand how he could leave. Maybe I was just too much trouble. He sent money… sometimes. He just didn’t want to deal with me. I wasn’t worth it. He expected Mum to do everything, but I don't want to be like that. I want to be a good dad. I want to be a good husband. But what if I can’t be? Because I’m mean and stupid and selfish and lazy, and what if one day I just walk out the fucking door because I’m a fucking idiot?!”

I held him close to me, “shh. Everyone has choices. Everyone makes mistakes. Things are going to be stressful and scary, but they’re also going to be beautiful and fun and wild. You’re not your dad, and you’re never going to be. You’re you, and you make your own choices. If you don’t want to leave then don’t. Maybe you’ve done less than savory things, we all have, but you’re also sweet and gentle and soft. You care so much. You think you don't, but you do. I’m glad you’re the person I’m starting a family with. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said. He smiled at me and kissed me, “I really do.”

#idk what to tag this as #tumblr already fucked my formatting so it’s even lazier this time #just wanted to post this before I start my job tomorrow #I’m so tired #nathan young #nathan young fluff #nathan young x oc #misfits fanfiction #oc; melanie albright

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seanfalco · 3 years

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Fic Recs

I was challenged by @salvador-daley to pick three of my favourite fics to rec and here they areeee

@imagine-you‘s TUA/Danger Days crossover: Look Alive, Sunshine [Klaus Hargreeves x f!Reader] - It’s still ongoing, but it’s kept me on the edge of my seat! It’s got angst, it’s got action, it’s got pining and tension, and most importantly it’s got Cowboy Klaus. Mel does such a good job of seamlessly transplanting the Hargreeves into the world of the Fabulous Killjoys and the reader character is so interesting and relatable.

@super-unpredictable98‘s Irresistible Trouble AU [Spiller x f!Reader] - I don’t think I’ve encountered anyone else so far that writes for Robbie’s depiction of Spiller and I love how Flor captures his cocky personality so perfectly. This series is super sweet with lots of fun banter and a really sexy smut scene.

@bisexualnathanyoung‘s Community Blowback [Nathan Young x OC (Melanie Albright)] - I absolutely love how Ry writes Nathan, and Mel is super relatable and so human, I love her to bits, and her relationship with Nathan is otp worthy. There’s so much heart and Ry really fleshes out the canon story.

#joz talks #fic recs #friend fics #tua #klaus hargreeves x reader #the borrowers #spiller x reader #misfits #nathan young x oc

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bisexualnathanyoung · 4 years

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Community Blowback

Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character

Summary: When Mel Albright, a low-life stoner with a heart of gold, ends up on community service, she assumes it’s just another thing in a line of mishaps that is her life. Will the aftermath of a freak storm and the help of a green eyed idiot show her that maybe things being fucked up aren’t always that bad after all?

Masterlist

- Follows the events of the e4 show, Misfits, with slight cannon divergence.

A/N: Completely different OC than the one from the piece I posted the other day. Mel is my main OC that I love, and I wanted to start writing some one-shots to post about her and Nathan, and I wasn’t sure how to introduce her, so I went ahead and posted my baby. Enjoy! (special thanks to @seanfalco for being my first reader and always supporting me 😭)

Chapter One: New Day, New Bullshit

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: none in addition to canon compliant ones such as blood, death, drug use, and offensive humor. all of my writing is probably going to have swearing in it.

Bullshit. Total Bullshit. My mum fucks up my entire childhood, and I’m the one with the criminal record for trying to protect her. Great. Just fantastic. I thought as I swung open the door to the community center. Fucking community service, taking up my time, that I could be doing literally anything other than this.

There was only one other person there, a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes, sitting by himself, motioning his phone around the room. I plopped down in a chair on the opposite side of the lobby near a vending machine. Another boy entered the room. He looked vaguely familiar. Maybe I'd gone to school with him or something. Two more girls showed up, and soon after a large man wearing a name badge left the office.

"I'm Tony, and I'll be-" the door swung open, "Sorry I'm late!" an Irish accent bounced against the walls of the community center and we all turned to look towards who it came from. Pretty Cute. was my first thought. Hair full of curls. Lanky build. Yeah, he was cute, but so was the other guy. After I'd decided I didn't know if I knew the other guy or not, I did decide he was pretty hot. Very nice muscles. None of them were ugly, not even the one sitting by himself. I knew what it was like to be a loner, so I figured if I had a chance with any of them it'd probably be him. Wait why am I thinking about this? Everyone here has a criminal record. Just stop. I cursed my dumb brain and it's stupid way of assessing people. I had no problem developing crushes, but I'd never do anything about them. Probably best in this situation. I didn't know what any of them had done.

"Anyway," Tony continued, "I'm going to b-" the door aggressively whipped open as another guy came in. Not near as chipper as the other one. Tony balled his fists, seeming like he didn't like being interrupted, "You know what, when I call your name just come get your jumpsuit. If it's too small, I'll try to find another one. If it's too big, deal with it!"

I made a mental note of their names: Gary, Kelly, Simon, Alisha, Curtis, and Nathan.

He told us where the locker room was and we all filed in. I wasn't crazy about the fact the room was unisex, but I had an undershirt on, it was fine. I had just about buttoned it as much as I wanted it when a weird squeaking sound came from behind me.

"What are you doing that for?" a particularly chavish, northern accent said.

"Just for a bit of a laugh," the Irish one, Nathan, responded. I turned and saw he scribbled the pay out of "community payback" and turned it into "community blowback" with a little smiley face in the o. I thought the smiley face was a nice touch. If they didn't want young offenders vandalizing their uniforms, they probably shouldn't have left magic markers lying around.

I followed the others outside and leaned up against the railing as the probation worker went on about making a difference and being worth something. Waste of my fucking time. I was staring off into space when a phone rang and brought my attention back to the group. The probation worker tried to continue as Alisha kept talking on her phone. Then chaos ensued as everyone talked over each other, and right after that a fight tried to break out as the probation worker separated Gary, who seriously had some anger management issues from Nathan, the cheeky one who kept taking the piss. Nathan was throwing his arms around like an idiot, while Gary looked like he could probably kill him. The probation worker, Tony, somehow got Gary to calm down and instructed us to grab some paint and cover up the ugly, vandalized benches.

I found my way to the middle bench with Kelly the one with the accent from earlier, and Nathan. At least he was nice to look at, and I wasn’t too keen on being too near Gary. I thought about joining Alisha and Curtis. Curtis made it vocal earlier that he didn't deserve to be here. I’d have that in common with him, but I saw the way she was looking at him. I hadn’t had her figured out yet, so I didn’t want to barge in on her territory.

Not five minutes in, Gary ended up kicking a paint can into the water and leaving the area after he kicked a shopping cart too. With him gone, I moved over to the bench with the only other person who wasn’t running their mouth earlier, Simon. If he kept it that way, we’d get along fine.

“Lemme guess, shoplifting,” Nathan began to bother Kelly, “no?”

“Don’t act like you know me cos you don’t,” she responded.

“I’m just making conversation,” he said, then going on some spiel about networking with young offenders, “C’mon what’d you do?” He asked her. I kept my eyes on the bench, but I couldn’t help but overhear. I was kind of curious of how everyone ended up here, but it wasn’t my business, so I wasn’t about to go around asking.

“A girl called me a slag so I got in a fight,” she said. Typical.

“Was this on the Jeremy Kyle show?” He asked and I snickered, hoping nobody noticed.

“No, it was at Argos.”

“Argos… You know what you should’ve done is get one of those little pens they have and jabbed it in her eye.” He responded.

“What about you, weird kid?” He said and I looked up. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t referring to me but the boy next to me.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a panty-sniffer.” Jesus. I went back to focusing on the bench.

“I’m not a panty-sniffer. I’m not a pervert,” Simon said. Nathan starting making weird noises, so I looked to see him pretending to wank off the paint brush. Any sense of attraction I had from his looks disappeared.

“I tried to burn someone’s house down!” Simon responded to the teasing, and Nathan let out a high pitched ‘fuuu.’ I laughed.

“What?” He directed at me, “You burn someone’s house down too? I haven’t heard a peep out of you. Maybe you’re the panty-sniffer.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No… I kneed my mother’s husband in the bollocks because I didn’t like how he treated her. Don’t let yourself be next.” I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, alright, Jaysus.” He walked back over to his bench.

“What did you do?” Kelly asked.

“Me? I was done for eating some pick n mix,” he responded.

“Bollocks” she said. Yeah probably, but again, it really wasn’t anyone’s business.

I looked up at the sky as the thunder started to roll, a dark cloud approaching.

“What is going on with this weather?” Nathan asked. To who? I don't know. I was starting to believe he just liked to hear himself speak. The probation worker showed back up and started questioning how we screwed up painting benches.

“It wasn’t us,” I started, “It w-" I screamed as I got cut off by a giant piece of ice destroying the car behind him.

“That’s my car,” Tony said in disbelief.

“Ha classic,” Nathan said before another giant piece of hail flew into the water, not five feet from my head.

“SHIT,” I yelled.

“Alright, I’m a little bit freaked out!” A complete change in attitude out of Nathan.

“What is that?!” Alisha motioned towards the sky while Simon filmed it with his cellphone. I looked and the cloud from earlier had doubled or tripled in size and gotten much darker. Another piece of ice exploded a dumpster.

“What is going on here? Move!”

“Ruuuun”

And so we ran with great panic to get inside, many things being destroyed around us. Hail was pelting us as it poured down. When we finally got to the door, of course it was locked. We were all screaming at the probation worker to get it open, and then snapped when Alisha yelled, "Open the fucking door!”

“DON’T speak to me like that!”

And then everything went wonky. All of us flew into the air, screaming. I felt a zap through my body, and then we were on the ground again on our backs. Not dead. Surprisingly.

“I feel really weird,” Kelly said. I nodded in agreement.

“That’ll be the lightnin,” Curtis responded.

“A little reassurance might be nice, y’know, you’re fine, lookin good,” Nathan said. Yeah, he was never going to shut up I decided. Then the probation worker mumbled something that sounded vaguely like ‘wanker.’

“Did he just call me a wanker? Hey?! Hello!” Nathan continued, being his annoying self.

“Is everyone alright?” Tony said, seeming a little bit more normal than a second ago but not by much.

“We could’ve died you dick,” said Alisha.

“Are you alright?” Kelly said, “You’re actin like a freak.” She wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe we should call it a day,” he said. Gladly. I was more than ready to go home and nurse the headache that was beginning to form.

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I rubbed my eyes, walking up to the community center. Agreeing to take closing at work because of community service may have been a bad idea, but it wasn’t like I had a ton of options. Opening my eyes back up, I noticed big red letters graffitied onto the community center. As I got closer they read clearer

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” Oh great. What a lovely good morning message. I stood up against the wall while Alisha stared at her phone.

“This is a joke. Did one of you do this?” Curtis accused.

“Don’t look at me cos I didn’t do it,” Kelly answered. Nathan wandered up to the group, “I’ll tell you who did it. It’s that Banksy prick. It has a hidden meaning. It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and a Tesco’s bag.” What?

“Maybe someone wants to kill us,” Simon added.

“And why would anyone want to kill us,” Kelly responded, pretty much voicing my thoughts.

The probation worker showed up, made a stupid joke, then Alisha’s phone rang.

“Right! That’s it! All of you give me your phones!” I was starting to believe Tony’s anger problems rivaled Gary’s, and then I noticed Gary wasn’t there. Whatever. Not my problem.

“Are you allowed to take our phones?” Alisha asked before he snatched them up. I was wondering the same thing. I was already in shit with work for having to cut my hours in half, what if they needed to ask me to come in that night? The last thing I needed was more shit from my coworkers. The anti-social behavior part wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that my mother took me to fucking court. I reluctantly gave him my phone anyway.

We walked back to the locker room to get changed.

“Is he allowed to take our phones?” Nathan started, “He’s probably using them to call one of them sex lines.”

“Those sex lines will eat your credit,” Curtis responded.

“Call those a lot, do you?” Alisha joked. I think.

“He’s out there filming himself, on our phones, naked, masturbatin,” Nathan said, coming up with another scenario.

“If he is, you figure I could upload it to one of those sites and get some money off it?” I said.

“Of course not. That’s the thing about girls, man,” he said, turning towards Curtis, “they don’t get it. Nobody’s gonna pay for porn when it’s just out there for free. ‘Specially not of some big ole probation worker working his cock outside a community center.”

Curtis shook his head, “You know people do get money for that stuff? Why do you think there’s adverts all over the site?”

“Whatever. I just know we’d never see any of it,” Nathan responded.

“At least I could get a lawsuit out of it,” I mumbled.

“Now you’re talking,” he said, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand on my arm. His bare chest was still out. Yeah, he’s still cute. Possibly. Maybe.

"What was your name again?" He asked.

"Mel," I responded.

"As in Brooks?" He joked. I rolled my eyes.

"As in Melanie, thanks," I squinted at him.

"Riiiight," he said, continuing to get dressed.

“D’ya want some of this?” Alisha asked Curtis, motioning the joint in between her fingers at him.

“No, I’m good,” he responded.

“You?” She gestured to me.

“Yeah,” I took it from her and took a good long drag and leaned up against the lockers with my eyes closed as I blew it out. I’d need more than this to get me through the day, but at least it was something.

I opened my eyes as I felt someone take it from my fingers and saw Nathan smoking it in front of me.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I sneered at him.

“If you want it, come and get it!” He said as he ran out of the locker room. What the hell? I chased him and he finished the joint and threw it over his shoulder.

Dickhead.

Alisha and Curtis shamelessly flirted as I tried to scrub the letters. I was kind of perturbed by the fact that Alisha wasn’t doing shit, but she had a point. This wasn’t coming off anytime soon, and the job felt kind of pointless.

“You know after the storm? Did any of you’s feel like dead weird?” Kelly asked the group. I mean yeah, I thought, looking back towards the letters while Nathan said some dumb bullshit. We all did, right? But then things were fine at work. I looked up to see Kelly looking at me. Why is she looking at me?

She quickly turned to Simon, “What did you feel weird?” She asked him.

“What you don’t want to hear about my anus?!” Nathan responded.

“Do you really need to ask a question?” Curtis snapped back at him. Nathan gave him a stupid little grin that was really cute. No, not cute. Kind of cute?

“Something happened,” Simon started.

“What’s that? Squeak up!” Nathan teased. Not cute. Wanker.

I went back to scrubbing and ignored the rest of them until Nathan fell into me after Kelly pushed him and the water from the bucket got all over my lower half. Yeah, he deserved a shove but not at my expense.

“What was that for?!” Nathan exclaimed as Kelly stormed off.

“You want me to help you dry off?” He said to me, glancing down my body, before I shoved him back the other way and went to sit on the other side of the table where Alisha was.

“What’s with all the pushin?! Jesus.”

We eventually went back inside after the unanimous decision that that shit wasn’t coming off. I went back into the locker room to find my box of cigarettes. Alisha took to the mirror. It seemed like she did that a lot. She reapplied her lip gloss, “Curtis is well fit, yeah?” She asked/told me.

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.” I mean he was, but I wasn’t totally thrilled to be having that conversation.

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?” She half laughed, “He totally wants to shag me,” she said. What am I supposed to say to that? I took a couple cigs out of the box and lit one and put the other in my pocket. I’m gonna have to smoke this whole box to get through the day... but I won’t, I thought as I put it back in my locker. I hesitated before putting them back up. I smoked both of the cigarettes before throwing my lighter in my pocket and leaving the locker room to see Nathan absolutely assaulting a vending machine.

“D’ya need 50p because I’ve got it if you want it?,” I told him sitting down on the weird blue seats on the other side of the little hallway.

“No, I’ve got it… got it, yeah!” He said. “Two for one,” he offered me the other one, and I took it. Peace offering for stealing that joint from me this morning. Even though it wasn’t mine to begin with.

Nathan and Alisha started ganging up on Curtis, and I laid down against the seat, trying to ignore them. I jumped as Curtis launched himself at Nathan. I sat up. Day two and he’s already almost got his arse kicked twice. Maybe I should keep count. Curtis backed off and I opened my cola.

“D’ya wanna know what I got done for?” Alisha asked.

“Not really,” Nathan responded. Alisha shot him a look and told us anyway.

She launched into some story about a party that I couldn’t care about.

“That’s when the police pull us over… I’m already banned from driving, so I am like fuuuck,” she continues. “This cop, yeah,” she raises her water bottle towards her mouth. I have no idea where she’s going with this, “he hands me the breathalyzer and I’m like ‘Do I suck… or blow?.” Never mind, I know exactly where she’s going with this. She immediately starts licking the bottle, mimicking felatio. Bringing it in her mouth, in and out around her lips. I put my head in my hands at her little show. I glance back up, and she’s still going. I turn to look at the guy’s faces, and it’s kind of hilarious with all of their jaws dropped. I bit my lip to not let out a laugh and then sipped my soda. Part of me wished I had her confidence.

“Now I don’t know if this cop is gay or what,” she continues her story, after taking the bottle out of her mouth, “but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit. I didn’t even wanna go to the party.”

The door swung open, and I sat up on my knees to look over the top of the seat. I saw Kelly scramble to get onto her feet, “He’s gonna kill us!” She said, closing and locking the door. Nathan started laughing, "nice entrance, very dramatic." I didn't think it was the time for jokes. There was definitely something going on with her.

"The probation worker's gone mental. He's just attacked me. Somethin' really weird is hapenin.' I'm hearin' these voices in me head. It's like I can hear what people are thinkin!" she said, clearly in distress. She was talking fast, her makeup was running. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I didn't think it was funny.

"Have you been sniffing glue?" Alisha added. Not taking it seriously.

"The storm! The lightning! I dunno; it's just done somethin to us!" Kelly continued. It did seem like bullshit. Maybe she was just having a bad trip.

"Okay if you can hear our thoughts. What am I thinkin' now?" Nathan said and pointed towards his head.

"You think it's bullshit?!"

"Course I think it's bullshit, you don't need to be a mind-reader to know that."

I sipped my coke, still not knowing what to make of the scene.

"Why are you in a wheelchair?!" Kelly continued.

"It was the storm," Nathan started, "the strange tingling sensation in my anus, it's spread through my body, and now I can't feel my legs," he lied. He was definitely the dramatic one.

"I'm serious!" she kicked him.

"Ow, Jesus!"

Curtis began to speak, walking towards Kelly, "What do you mean the probation worker attacked you?"

"This does sound like complete shit," Alisha added.

"He's out there and he chased me!" I couldn't help but believe her. The voices might be something of a bad trip, but the probation worker sure as hell wasn't with us. Who knew where he was?

"Something's happened to me too," Simon spoke up.

"Did you pop your cherry?" Nathan joked, "Oh, we're all very happy for you." I kicked him in the back.

"Hey!" he responded, turning back at me. If he didn't leave Simon alone, I might be next in line at an attempt to kick his arse.

"Earlier on when we were in the locker room, I was invisible," he continued, "I turned invisible." Things were getting weirder by the minute. Nathan took the piss at Simon's expense again, but he was too far away for me to kick him again. Nathan rolled towards the door. Kelly stopped him.

"Don't! Don't go out there! He will kill you!" she pleaded him.

"Course he will because he's such a badass," Nathan responded.

"I really don't think that's a great idea," I finally spoke up.

"Oh, great, not you too," he rolled his eyes and tried to wheel past Kelly.

"Don't!" she cried.

"She's telling the truth!" Curtis blurted out of nowhere, "all this it already happened once. I opened the door. The probation worker he killed you," he told Kelly, "you were right there. Everything froze. Time went backwards."

"Oh, this keeps getting better by the second," Nathan said, getting up. He went towards the door.

"I'm telling you don't open that door!" Curtis warned.

"Stop!" I yelled before he started to open it.

"No!" Curtis yelled as it opened.

Nathan immediately closed it. Idiot.

"Ah, he's right! Probation worker's gone mental!" The probation worker slammed up against the glass of the door. We all backed up away from the door.

"Maybe he's on crystal meth, that stuff makes you crazy," Alisha suggested.

"Y-yeah," I continued, "a bad trip. Everything's going to be fine." I couldn't convince myself.

"The grafiti, "I'm going to kill you," he wrote it," Simon said. I tried to control my breathing as I slowly backed up. I wasn't going to sit around and be murdered.

"It's stopped," Curtis said. Kelly and Alisha started fighting like we weren't in danger for our lives while I chewed on my nails and couldn't figure out what to do.

"We don't have time for this!" I yelled over their little cat fight, "I'm getting the fuck out of here!"

"Yeah, the back way," Nathan agreed. We ran towards the back of the community center until Nathan slipped and fell. I kept going until I heard Kelly exclaim, "Is that blood?!" I turned back around and sure enough blood was pouring out a locker and all over the ground.

"Ah, get it off me!" Nathan struggled. I felt my hands shaking as Curtis approached the locker. Please be a dead animal and not a person. I thought. He opened the locker and there was Gary. Very dead. Very stabbed. Very blood. We all jumped back and yelled and screamed. I felt my anxiety build up in my throat.

"I'm gonna throw up," I said. I felt panic set in. I'm sure we all did.

"He's gonna kill us," Alisha said, teary-eyed. We couldn't stop staring. It was like a car crash, but much much worse.

"C'mon don't look at it," Curtis said, trying to comfort Alisha before gasping, "I need to have sex with you right now! Let's do it raw!" Alisha screamed.

"Get off me, you freak!" I tried to pull him off of her, and he eventually let go.

"What did I do?" Curtis panicked. I let go of him.

"Uh, you said you was gonna shag her," Kelly started.

"And you were getting your chap out!" Nathan told him.

"It wasn't good," I shook my head.

"It's when you were touching her…" Simon concluded. I started to think he was the only one of us with brain cells. Alisha touched his neck, getting a very similar reaction out of him.

"What is happening to me?!" she exclaimed before Tony flew through the glass, shards going everywhere. I screamed and jumped back as lightning shot out of my fingers and into his body. His body lay still.

"Did… did I just kill him?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. Self defense. Accident. Didn't matter. I still killed someone. The rest of them got closer.

"Looks pretty dead to me," Nathan said, looking down at the body and up at me. His tone much more serious than usual. Probably because I just killed someone.

He spoke too soon because Tony's body jerked and grabbed Kelly's leg.

She kicked the absolute shit out of him, "I! AM! NOT! A! CHAV!" she yelled as she kicked him.

"That should do it," Nathan said, his hands in his hair. Everyone threw out ideas on what to do. I stayed silent. At least, technically I didn’t kill him, but I don’t think electrocuting him helped him stay alive.

“We’ll go to the police. We’ll tell them the truth,” Curtis suggested.

“What?! Tell them that lightnin shot out of her fingers?! They’ll never believe us! Not anymore; They’ll say we killed them both,” Kelly responded to him. I slid down the wall on the opposite side of the room. I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work.

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime,” Simon said, “We should bury them under the fly over.” And that’s what we did.

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“We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly said as we buried the bodies, “About the storm or what it did to us.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak,” Alisha said. That rubbed me the wrong way for some reason.

“A freak?!,” I raised my voice, “I can handle being a freak,” I lowered my voice back down, “I’m more worried about going to prison or the lasting emotional damage of having murdered someone.” She looked away from me and we continued to bury them.

“So hold on,” Nathan started. I really wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit, “All of have some sort of special power,” he said putting special power in air quotes, “everyone can do something except me. He can do something,” he gestured toward Simon, “He can do something, and I can’t. That’s ridiculous, look at him.” That’s it.

“Just, leave him the fuck alone, twat!” I shouted at Nathan.

“What? You starting a little weirdo gang over there? Fine, whatever. Have fun.” He finally shut up for once. Simon smirked, and I felt pretty accomplished.

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After all this disaster, I still had to go to work. Still had to make rent. Still had to pay bills. It didn’t matter what I had experienced. The world moved on.

“You alright?” One of my coworkers asked, “because you look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I responded, “I’m fine.” I lied. I couldn’t stop seeing Tony lying there, limp. Practically dead. My fault. Maybe I saved us. Maybe we would’ve survived anyway. There was no way to know. I flipped the chips in the grease without paying attention. Shit. Boiling hot grease went onto my hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I said, shaking my hand, running to the sink to run cold water over it. My boss got me a bandage and let me go home early.

I rolled a joint, smoked it, and tried to get to sleep to prepare me for another exciting day of community service in the morning.

When I got to the community center the next morning I was exhausted. I’d gotten maybe two hours of sleep, and my burn still hurt like a son of a bitch. I ignored the others as I suited up. I went back into the main area and sat on the floor. Nathan approached me and sat down next to me.

“What happened to your hand?” He asked.

“Do you care?” I responded. I didn’t feel like being made fun of for my second degree burn.

“Maybe I do,” he said.

“Grease burn,” I told him.

“How’d that happen?” He asked, looking at the bandage. He seemed genuinely curious. Could Nathan Young act like a normal human being?

“I work at a chip shop. Had a lot on my mind. Wasn’t paying attention,” I answered honestly.

“Oh,” he said simply. We sat in silence. Maybe he was a little cute.

We lined up for questioning. Nobody said anything just like we discussed.

Until Nathan felt the need to make up a story about Gary and Tony’s illicit, homosexual affair. I was too tired to monitor my thoughts. Somewhere between “what the fuck” and “why the hell did I think that? That’s so out of left field I can’t fucking believe this", I thought something dumb.

Somewhere in the perverted minefields of my brain, I think “I wouldn’t mind if he was doing that to me,” as Nathan mimics the motion of Tony fucking Gary. I was fucking ashamed as it was without a mind reader standing right beside me. I backpedaled so fast. I had to keep a poker face, so Sally didn’t know something was up. Jesus what was wrong with me? Not only did I have to live with being an accessory to murder, now I had to deal with sexual thoughts about someone who was comparable to the people who bullied me in secondary school. God, I hate my life.

And then on top of everything else, Sally pulled me aside as she let everyone else go.

“What happened to your hand?” She asked. You get one burn and all of a sudden everyone needs to know your life story.

“Grease burn, do you want to see it?!” I snapped.

“No, that’s alright,” she said, walking away.

“Well, I think we got away with it,” Nathan said as the group of us gathered on the roof.

“Do you actually believe that or are you just really dumb?” Curtis said, looking at him. He’s just really dumb. His dumb stupid face with his pretty green eyes and cute curly hair and- STOP. Stop. Stop. Stop. What the fuck is going on?

“I actually believe that,” he answered, “how come I can’t do something? I was there; I should have one of these bullshit powers.”

“You can have mine. You wanna know what people are thinking about you?” Kelly responded, shooting me a look. Great. She knows. This is bullshit. Again, I hate my fucking life.

“No, not so much, I want something from the A-list,” Nathan said to her. After Nathan made a fool of himself once again, Curtis brought up a good point.

“So what happens now? Are we gonna be like this forever?” He asked.

“What if we’re meant to be like superheroes?” Simon said, looking around at us.

“You lot, superheroes. No offense, but in what kind of fucked up world would that be allowed to happen?” Nathan said. I kind of agreed. I had an ASBO for fighting and threatening my mother’s husband and worked in a chip shop. It wasn’t necessarily your average backstory.

“This will fade away, by this time next week, it’ll be back to the same old, boring shit,” Nathan continued. God I sure hope so.

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#oh goodness what do i even tag this as #oc; melanie albright #Nathan Young #nathan young fanfiction #misfits fanfic #idk #this is like my first project i've actually been passionate about in years so uh #lemme know what you think #my writing #fic; community blowback

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Moments Taking Place Between Chapters Four and Five

Summary: Mainly dialogue, taking place at their flat during the month between chapters four and five of my fic, Community Blowback. Fluffy, little bit angsty, I’m probably going to make more of these because my brain never shuts up.

Pairing: Nathan Young x OC (Mel Albright)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of divorce and shitty parenting, one mention of drug overdose, sexual references, offensive humor, drug use, and alcohol use.

A/N: I changed the original title of chapter four so if you’re confused it’s the same chapter four lol

Main Storyline | Chapter Four

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"Why did you buy a box of fifty microwavable egg rolls?" I asked as we put up the groceries.

"Because they're delicious… and perfect for munchies! Besides you said if I got everything on your list and had money leftover I could get whatever I want. And that's what I wanted. And we can have them for dinner too. Cheaper and faster than chinese takeaway!" he explained.

I let out a little laugh, "okay, you win.”

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"What'd you really get done for? I told you my story ages ago, what's yours?" I asked.

"I already told you. I got done for eatin' some pick n mix. Apparently it's stealin' or some shit. I also… might've broke some things. But I wasn't gonna let my dad bail me out, so he'd have one thing to hang over my head and act like he was actually there for me," he took a drink.

"So you got done for being a stubborn bastard with parental issues? Just like me," I was drunk and high, but it didn't change the fact that I threw my arms around him.

"Fuck 'em," he said and raised the bottle.

"Fuck 'em," I agreed.

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"Is that my hoodie?" he asked.

I let the sleeves fall past my hands and swung them around, "Is it?"

"Why're you wearin' my clothes?"

"All my hoodies have holes in them, and I'm cold!"

A small smile crept onto his lips, "Eh, you can keep it. I've got a couple more. It suits ye."

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"Hey, we match!" Nathan said excitedly.

"The fuck are you talking about?" I asked.

"Your tattoo!" He put his arm next to mine to compare our star tattoos.

I snickered, "you've never noticed that before?"

"You're always wearin' sleeves, and I don't make a habit of starin' at your wrist."

"No, you're too busy starin' other places," I joked.

"Not my fault you've got a nice pair," he responded. I shoved him.

"Fuck off," I said with no malice in my voice whatsoever, "my stars are better. Because there's more of them, and they're colorful."

"I have more! One, Two," he counted the ones on his wrist then lifted his shirt to count the ones near his hip, "Three, Four, Five!"

"One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten!" I called out as I counted the small descending stars on my wrist.

"Mine are bigger!"

"Bigger's not always better," I said with a smirk.

"Mines bigger and better," he said.

"Are we still talking about tattoos?"

He brought his face closer to me, "I don't know, are we?"

Goddamnit how does he always embarrass me so easily?

I scooted away, "Err… you wanna see my other ones?"

"Do you have any on yer tits?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, I've got a couple on my ribs though. They hurt like a fucking bitch."

I showed off my small tattoos, and Nathan seemed more impressed with my belly ring than any of my tattoos.

"I can only show you this one if you promise not to laugh," I said.

"How bad is it?" he asked.

"It's a stick n poke from when I was 13," I admitted.

“I gotta see this.”

I pulled down the top of the side of my shorts to reveal the tattoo.

“Pete? Don’t fucking tell me you tattooed an ex’s name on yourself,” he started to laugh, “Why’s it upside down?”

“It’s a stick n poke. From when I was 13,” I repeated, “...And it’s my dad’s name.”

“Why’d you put your dad’s name on your body? You never talk about him. I just thought he fucked off like mine did.”

“No, my mum fucked off and took me with her. I really only knew him for about four or five years. He was good though. He died. Drugs overdose,” I covered the tattoo back up and laid back up against him.

“I wish my dad died,” he said, “shit. That was really insensitive. Sorry.”

“No, I get it. I’ve told my mother to her face that I wished she was dead. You really start to feel it when you testify against them in court. Moreso when you’re twelve and she’s told you forever that she never wanted you in the first place, but when you want to go live with your dad, all of a sudden, she’s never done anything wrong ever.”

“Yeah, well, my dad fought for the house but not for me.”

“If my parents ever lived together, I don’t remember it. I never asked. I know they were never married.”

“Better that way. Fuck, the shouting. It’s funny I’ve got such a specific memory of them shouting at each other, and my dad goes ‘he’s three, Lou, he’s gonna fucking remember,’ and I guess the sheer stubbornness of the brain decided that needed to be my oldest memory. Of course, neither of them remember.”

I traced the star on the outside of his arm with my finger, “Yeah, my mum’s had a few husbands at this point. She never gets along with any of them for more than a year or two. I think she’s a gold-digging whore.”

I could tell he was stifling a laugh, “Fuck, Mel, no mercy.”

I shrugged, “I call it like I see it. You want a drink? I’m gonna make us some drinks.”

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I finished smoking the last joint of the night and laid my head on his shoulder, "I think you're my best friend."

"Oh great, not only have I been friend zoned, I've been best friend zoned, soon enough I'll have been brother zoned, and there's obviously no coming back from that one," he said.

I let out a little giggle, "I had a step-brother once, and I kissed him too."

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"If you don't move your feet off of my table; I'm going to paint your toenails hot pink," I said as I continued to reach over him to paint my nails.

He didn't move, "Why've you got about fifty of those when you only ever paint your nails black?"

"They're extremely easy to shoplift. And I don't only paint my nails black. I painted them navy blue a couple weeks ago."

"What a range."

"Well, what color do you think I should paint them?"

He bent over and looked through the box of the tiny bottles, "I like this one." He held up a green color with glitter in it.

I smiled and took it from him, "It matches your eyes."

"What?"

"Nothing," I opened it and painted the fingernails on my middle fingers, "there, better?" I asked as I flipped him off.

"Yeah," he smirked.

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I watched Nathan from afar as he made a twat of himself by flirting with some girl, but she was laughing and inching closer to him by the second.

"I'm going for a smoke," I said to the group.

"There's not a rule against smoking in here," Alisha pointed out.

"Well, I need some fresh air," I said back as I stood up. I left the bar and stood up against the building. I grabbed my cigarettes out of the front pocket of my bag. Fuck. Fuck! Nathan still has my lighter!

"Fuck!" I yelled and kicked the building.

"You alright?" Kelly asked.

I slightly jumped, "Shit, how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," she responded.

"You got a light?" I asked. She threw me a lighter, and I could finally take a smoke.

"You need to tell him how you feel," she said.

"I don't feel anything," I said before taking a long drag.

"Bollocks. So if he doesn't come home tonight and shows up tomorrow, bragging about shagging this girl, you're not gonna care?" She asked.

"Nope," I lied.

"You're so full of shit. He likes ya, you like him, why're you trying to make this so complicated?" She crossed her arms.

"Because it is complicated. We want different things, Kel!" I was already frustrated, and she wasn't helping.

"How do you know what he wants if you don't ask him?" she responded.

"I don't have to ask him. I know how he's like. It's sex this, sex that, 'when are we gonna shag?', I don't know if he's joking or not. I'm confused. I'm scared. If he can hold me after I've had a nightmare, and then go fuck some other girl, he obviously wants different things than I do. Sure, I'll sleep with him eventually, I'd like to even, but I can't right now. I have to put my walls up. I have to be able to handle it when he leaves. And I can't. I can't right now." I need him. Fuck, you can hear that. Forget you heard that.

"I shouldn't tell you this, but he's scared and confused too. Probably more than you are. You're so scared of gettin' hurt, did you ever think you might be hurting him?" She wasn't scornful. She seemed to really care. I couldn't take it. I threw my cigarette on the ground.

"Whatever, I'm going home. I shouldn't have fucking said any of that. Tell the others I said bye and tell Nathan to give me my fucking lighter back." I responded with a huff.

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"When you called me that night… were you trying to sleep with me?" I picked at the varnish on my nails. It was getting late.

"No," he said, "I don't know. I can't really remember. You told me to call you, so I did. I honestly want to forget that whole week. Not the shittiest week of my life, but between my mum slapping me across my fucking face, getting sexually manipulated, and then let down by the girl I like, can't say it was the best."

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"It's fine," he said, "I wouldn't want to shag me either… well, maybe I would."

I took his hand and held it, "Is it okay if I sleep in here tonight?"

"Go for it. As if I'd say no to waking up next to a beautiful woman."

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I practically collapsed against the end of the sofa bed after coming home from work, “Do you care if I take my knickers off?”

“WHAT?!”

I shook my head, “I… I meant my trousers. It’s late, and these fucking jeans are too tight.”

“Just take it all off. I promise I won’t be offended,” he said.

“Whatever,” I said and took off my jeans and went to scooch close to him, “Can we watch The Addams’ Family again?”

“Can we stick to the original plan of you taking your knickers off?”

I shoved him, “You’re such a perv.”