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The House’ll Burn Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @asherlockfandom

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy picks a fight with the wrong person and in return reeps the consequences that get hurled both to his face and through his suits.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2475

A/N: I was a bit stuck on this one at first but I think I like how it came out. I hope you do too. Enjoy! :)

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The bell to the store rang, signifying that someone had entered the shop. (Y/N) dropped what she was working on and hurried out to the storefront so that she'd be able to greet whoever it was that had entered.

She was met with a man, who was wearing a rather nicely fitted three piece suit, standing at the counter. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly as she approached the counter.

"Yes, my suits should be ready," the man responded, clearing his throat after he was finished speaking.

"Ok, I will go retrieve them for you," (Y/N) nodded her head, "what name are they under?"

"Shelby," the man responded. (Y/N) nodded again before leaving the counter to go into the back room.

She pulled the correctly labeled suits off of the racks and then returned to the front. After checking the prices and adding them up, she asked him for his payment.

"Oh I don't pay for suits," he told her with a slight shake of his head.

"Excuse me?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised out of shock. Was he being serious?, she thought to herself.

"My suits are on the house, or the house burns down," he told her, his deeply mysterious attempt to be threatening almost making her want to laugh.

"Listen, sir...I don't know who you are, or why you think that you can threaten me into allowing you to take these suits for free, but I won't let anybody, not even the King, take the things that I've worked very hard on and deduce them to free merchandise," she told him, her eyes wide and angry as she spoke.

"I don't think you understand because it seems like you're new here..." the man started, looking her up and down with a stony expression, one that she didn't waver under, "but I am a very powerful man in this city. So powerful, in fact, that what you may think I am threatening you with, I am actually promising you that I will do."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in an incredulous nature, finding it hard to believe that this man was talking to her like he was mightier than God himself. She crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare for a few moments before finally speaking. "I guess the house'll burn down then, because I am not letting you take those suits for free. The previous owner of this shop may have allowed it, but I most certainly will not. I know the value of my work, and I will hold every person's purchase up to that value. If you don't like that, then you can kindly leave and take your business elsewhere...but I guarantee that you won't find someone who's able to do the level of work that I am."

The man had nothing to say in response to her statement, so the two just stood in their place and stared at each other for a few moments. (Y/N) wasn't about to give up her ground. She'd fought hard to become the respectable tailor that she was today, and she wasn't going to let this man walk all over her reputation. If she started giving this one person his things for free, she’d surely have her entire clientele wanting the same treatment.

After a few more silent moments, the man reached into his pockets and pulled out a small roll of banknotes. "I'll get you your change," (Y/N) said, pleased that she'd won the battle with him.

"Keep it," the man brushed her off, even though there was way more than the required amount wrapped up in the roll.

"What's your name?" (Y/N) asked then, a slight hint of curiosity present in her voice, "so that I know who I'll be wary of when orders are placed."

"Thomas Shelby," the man answered as he then grabbed his suits and turned to exit the shop, "and believe me, Miss (Y/L/N)...you will need to be wary of those orders," he told her, his last ditch effort to be threatening, or so (Y/N) perceived it as.

"Oh I will be," she responded back in a sarcastic tone, glaring at the back of his head as he turned again to leave the shop. She let out a huff of annoyance as the bells dinged again...customers can be so hard to deal with sometimes.

A little over a week later, Thomas Shelby returned to (Y/N)'s store. "Can I help you with something, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised slightly as she came out of the back to meet him at the counter.

"Yes. I need you to answer me a question," he responded, the tone of his voice telling her that he wasn't too happy at the moment.

"And what may that be?" she asked him, keeping the same airy tone as before.

"Why are the measurements of this suit incorrect?" he asked his question then, holding up the suit that he had brought with him for her to see.

"I don't know what you mean..." (Y/N) trailed off, a shocked look on her face. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant...she just wanted him to spell it out for her. She was having quite the fun time getting a rise out of him.

"I specifically asked for the trousers to come to my ankle...these stop several inches above it," he laid out his complaint, motioning to the article of clothing for added effect.

"Ahh, I see," (Y/N) nodded her head as she also looked at the garment in question, "well, you were insisting that I do your work for free, and I figured that if you wanted it to be like that; I'd do work that doesn't require a payment in return," she explained the reason behind her intentional alteration to his request. Tommy sent her a look of astonishment, one that made her chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

"I do," she answered him, not cowering away from his intimidating tone.

"You must forget who I am," he continued, not letting her carelessness for the situation waver his bravado.

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, "I know exactly who you are, Mr. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. You run the ruthless razor gang here in Small Heath. Yeah...I asked around about you, and I quickly found out how you use fear tactics to get what you want without having to give monetary compensation in return; even though you are more than well-off enough to give back to the city. You told me last time that your suits were on the house, or the house would burn down, and I told you that you could go ahead with your decision...so tell me, Mr. Shelby...why hasn't my shop been set ablaze?" she ended her monologue in an innocent tone, her eyebrows raised in intrigue as she leaned against the counter to get a closer look at him.

Tommy took a few minutes to respond. He didn't expect for this to happen. He didn't expect for this unknown woman to be such a thorn in his side. His mind wasn't coming up with something to do, and it infuriated him. So he held her gaze and tried his best to keep up his menacing look as he spoke in a low tone, "just do better fucking work, eh?" he told her, his eyebrows raising to accentuate his statement.

"Or what?" she countered, still not finished with the fight, "will you go to someone else? Oh, maybe that no-name tailor on the North Side?" she continued in a mocking tone, pausing to hear his answer. She smirked when he didn't give one. "That's what I thought...you won't go anywhere else because you know that my work is the best in town. And it'll be even better for you, if you fucking pay me," she ended her statement with a serious look, showing him that she wasn't going to be submitting to his wishes without a fight.

The two held each other's stares for a few more tense moments before Tommy broke away, deciding that he'd be the one to leave the situation. He was not normally one to back down from a fight, but he was sensing that this would be a marathon rather than a sprint. So he stepped away from the counter and began walking towards the door.

(Y/N) didn't let him leave without one last word though. "Next time you come in here to pick up your suits, make sure you ask for me...I will not let you intimidate my employees into submitting to your demands," she told him as she once again glared at the back of his head while he left the shop.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor, one of the shop's workers, called for (Y/N) as he entered the back room.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked up from the project she was working on.

"Mr. Shelby is here. He's asking for you," Trevor responded, motioning his thumb to the front of the store then.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"It's Mr. Shelby though, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor disagreed with what her decision was.

"And that means that I should drop everything I'm doing and wait on him?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, "I've got to finish what I'm working on and then I'll come out and see what he needs," she then explained her plan to him.

"Ok, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor nodded his head before he went back out to the storefront.

(Y/N) focused on her project until Trevor came back in again. “Is he waiting?" she asked him.

"Yes, he's waiting," Trevor answered with a nod, "I'm not waiting out there with him though," he added as he then moved over to start organizing the racks.

(Y/N) only chuckled at his statement before she began putting the final touches on the jacket she'd been tailoring. Her task took her several minutes, and once she felt that she'd done her best work, she placed her tools down and stood from her station. She then took a deep breath and composed herself before going to deal with the customer she'd so affectionately been calling the 'thorn in her side'.

"Mr. Shelby..." she greeted him with as much as a smile as he could muster, "what can I do for you today?"

"You say that you are the best tailor in Small Heath, but yet my jacket that I picked up yesterday is missing its liner," he outlined his complaint, showing her the problem then as he held up the jacket in question.

(Y/N) bit on the inside of her cheek to try and stop the pleasurable grin from forming on her face. "Well, Mr. Shelby, this is what you're going to get if you..."

"Stop," Tommy cut her off before she could finish her statement, "you're going to say that this is because I insisted that my suits were on the house, and I don't need to hear it," he told her, his tone letting her know that he wasn't in the mood for her sarcastic comments.

"You want my best work, you pay me full price," she stated, her eyebrows raised to show that she was also serious.

Tommy held her stare for a few moments before he looked away with a sigh. He then reached into his suit jacket and produced a stack of banknotes that were fastened together with a band. Without a word, he placed them down on the counter between him and (Y/N).

“What’s this for?” (Y/N) questioned with a slight tinge of shock in her words, “I was expecting a matchbook and some gasoline,” she then added, wanting to get yet another dig in at the man who had been causing her many headaches since she’d met him several weeks ago.

“Drop the snide remarks, would you?” Tommy asked her, getting a little annoyed at the fact that she was still ragging on him. “That’s for my suits…for past payments and future business,” he explained the reasoning behind the large sum of money that was sitting on the counter.

“Why?” was what (Y/N) asked next. She had to admit that she felt slightly saddened by the fact that he was waving the white flag on this little war they had going on. She was only just getting started with him.

“Because I have more important things to worry about than if my suit is going to come out looking right. I can’t keep going into business worrying about if I’m going to be dressed like a buffoon or not.”

“Huh…” she trailed off, looking down at the money as she took in his statement. “Well, Mr. Shelby, this is rather nice of you to do,” she then said, looking up at him again as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Good, now I better be getting the same level of attention on my suits that my brothers are getting,” he stated, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“You will most certainly be getting the same attention now,” (Y/N) assured him with a nod.

“Good. Thank you,” Tommy also nodded, feeling more at peace now that one of his unnecessary problems had been cleared up.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) echoed his gratitude as she motioned to the money between them. Tommy nodded as he glanced down at what she was referring to. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Shelby? I’d be happy to assist you,” she then asked him, her voice taking on the polite tone that she used with all of her customers…the one that she would now use with him, too.

“I’m ok for now, Miss (Y/L/N),” he declined her help before he then stepped away from the counter to go to the door.

(Y/N) looked down at the money as he exited the shop, and she had to pinch herself to see if that had actually happened. The banknotes were still present after she did, so she picked them up and brought them right back to the safe in the back room. There was no way that she was going to let all that hard earned money sit out in the front register. She went back to her work once it was stowed, a smile on her face as she started the next project. Her persistence had paid off…not even the ‘king of Small Heath’ was able to keep standing up to her. She considered that to be a major victory in her book.

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Cherry Bomb Part 3

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Mary Cherry

Summary: Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl called 'The Unpoppable Cherry' behind her back, decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad.

Eddie continues helping check things off Mary's "bad" list with sneaking out, her first horror movie, and drinking. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife between them the night he gets drunk with her. She asks some things of him, but is he prepared to deal with the emotional repercussions of saying yes?

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Warnings/Tags: Fake Date Night. FLUFF. Teeth rotting fluff. Underage Drinking. Discussions of sex. Sexual tension. Drunken cuteness. Will they/Won't they? Eddie is a very good boy. Slow burn but we gettin' there, folks.

Part One (and 2) if you missed it.

(Part 4 at the bottom.)

Mary was fast between classes and a pro at making her time more efficient. She knew how long it took to get to any room from her locker. Which just so happened to be a short distance from Eddie’s. His had thick coats of paint over the front from various insults that had been carved or written on it. It was hard to miss.

Her new pair of black Chuck Taylors were still being broken in, scuffing the toes and silently swearing every time it happened as she shuffled out of the classroom as fast as she could. She’d saved up with her babysitting money and with some help from her mother, she'd bought them. She had somehow convinced her mom she needed a non-dress shoe beside her cheer shoes so she wouldn’t dirty them up. She hadn’t expected the excuse, ‘Everyone wears these. People think you’re cool if you wear these.’ would work to get her mom to chip in on the cost. Perhaps even her mom saw how much she didn’t fit in. But she was soon met with another unexpected event; meeting the face of Eddie, backing away from her locker, hands in pockets and a nod of his head as the swarm of students exiting their rooms made him disappear into the crowd. He was gone too quickly to ask what was going on, but as a cassette was resting on top of her stack of books in her locker, her answer was obvious. In Eddie’s scribbled handwriting were the words ‘Good Songs for Bad Girls.’ on the spine of the cassette case. She saw a list of songs written on the front with little skulls and a sword doodled on the sides to fill the empty space. He’d made her a mixtape.

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The mundane sounds of the drugstore were nonexistent to Mary as she stood in the makeup aisle, looking over the surprisingly large amount of colors. She’d not been allowed to wear makeup before. Save some chapstick and even getting a tinted one had been pushing it. She’d not bothered to ask to wear makeup in years. She’d been harshly shut down at the time, and it scared the idea out of her head. She had to see all the girls around her with colorful pink cheeks and every sort of color eyeshadow and the brightest pink and red lips she’d ever seen outside of a magazine cover. She had been so jealous. But she didn’t intend on being so anymore.

She chewed her lip, knowing after buying her new shoes, which already made her feel like more of a badass, that she didn’t have money to buy anything. But there was one thing on her list she was going to attempt to cross out today. Steal Something.

—---

She’d never felt less athletic than she did crawling up and out of a church basement window. She lay on her back for a second, catching her breath before reaching back in to grab her bag. It was a lot harder to navigate in the dark than she anticipated but she made it a few streets away in decent time.

“Hey Eddie.” she greets him, hopping into his van.

“You didn’t burst into flames. That’s a good sign.”

“Didn’t think I would.” she laughs and pulls out her ponytail, lowering the visor and fussing with her hair in the mirror. “So this movie is supposed to be really gross?”

“It checks a few off your list. Rated R, Horror, Sneaking Out AND a midnight showing. You’ve set a new record tonight.”

“There are a few things more I’m checking off. But they weren’t on the list when I gave it to you.”

“What’s that?”

“This for starters.” she pops a small lipstick out of her bag. “The name is Cherry Red. I had to have it.”

“Bold choice. I like it.” he nods as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“I’ve not been allowed to wear makeup before.” she’d practice putting the lipstick on every night this week before bed, she liked to think she’d gotten pretty good at it. She pops her lips and examines herself in the small mirror. After tucking it away into a small purse that was also hidden in her duffel bag, she takes off the cardigan she’d had on over her dress. With small straps, it was something any 18-year-old girl would wear, but for Mary, it was a very risque jump. She’d never shown her arms before in public. She felt cold but the goosebumps were from excitement mostly. “And I’ve never been allowed to wear heels.”

“You just got those nice new shoes, where you are getting all this money for this stuff?”

“Babysitting. The shoes are also my mom's.” They were a pair of plain black pumps, the heel not over 3 inches but it might as well have been a stiletto for her. “I split the Chuck’s with her too. But the lipstick…” she hesitates and then starts to giggle.

“Yeah what about it?” he pried.

“Well, I… I stole it.”

“MARY CHERRY!” he scolds playfully and she erupts into a fit of laughter, kicking her feet and wrinkling her nose.

“Hold on we gotta make a stop at the police station first.”

“Uh-huh. Sure thing, Eddie. I know you’ve got at least a joint in here somewhere don’t threaten me.” she grins.

“A regular outlaw here on our hand's folks! The student is slowly becoming the teacher. I’m real fuckin’ proud of you Cherry!” he reaches over and slaps her shoulder supportively.

“Thanks.” she beams. “I’m proud of me too.”

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“Two tickets to Evil Dead.” Eddie says with a nod, getting out his wallet and paying before they went in. “You want a soda or something? Isn’t this past your bedtime?” he teases as she walks carefully next to him.

“Don’t be a butthead.” she rolls her eyes.

“Maybe you’ll be too scared to be sleepy.” he continues his teasing but enjoys her loose body language and the small touches between them. There was an ease between them now. They’d gotten closer over the past few weeks. Sneaky phone calls while listening to the radio, her stealing a few drags off his cigarettes during lunch at school in the back where no one could see. They were spending almost all their free time together if the schedules lined up right. It was safe to say they were close friends at this juncture.

“Maybe. You aren’t gonna make me feel bad about it.” she sass’s back.

“I’d never.” he clutches his chest. “I’ll tell you when the gross scenes are over and you can uncover your eyes.”

“From the sounds of it, I’d have my eyes closed the whole time.”

“Nah just most of it.” he shakes his head, his hair tickling her bare shoulder. It was a lot softer than she expected.

“Ayyy Munsonnnn!” a deep voice calls out before he’s slapped hard on the back and knocked away by the largest man she’d ever seen. “What the fuck are you doing here bro?” He then stops to notice Cherry standing next to him and looking at both of the men, clearly confused.

“Oh, this is Hulk.” Eddie laughs out as the guy releases him from a nonviolent grip. “We met when his band played in the battle of the bands last year. I didn’t know you were in town.”

“I”m not. With the sequel coming out I drove down to watch the original again. Fuckin gnarly movie, dude.” he praises. “And who’s the babe huh?”

She tried to hide her wide eyes of surprise when she realized the guy was talking about her.

“This is uh-” Eddie begins, not sure if he should say who she was. This guy didn’t know her, so technically it wouldn’t matter if he did but she took the choice from him.

“Louise.” she speaks sweetly, extending her hand and he shakes it in return, amused at the interaction.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. Not bad Munson.” his elbow jabs the much smaller man’s side. “Better keep an eye on this one. His type is known to take girls to scary moves so they’ll get all close. Watch this one's hands, they’re fast!” he laughs.

“His type? So guys like you?” she jokes back and is met with a bigger laugh.

“I like this one.” he nods in approval. “I won't cramp your style, you love birds have fun.” he gives Eddie a wink, and Mary is left with a very superior smirk on her face.

“Your reputation proceeds you, Eddie.”

“Who’s Louise?” he asks with a relieved but curious face.

“It’s my middle name.”

“Quick thinking. Nice.” he approves with a nod. “You like to sit in the front or the back?” he stands at the base of the stairs, holding his hands full of a soda and popcorn for her to go forward and choose.

“You can't use those fast hands if we sit in the front.” she bats her lashes at him.

“Mary Louise…why I never!” he holds his smiling lips open in faux shock.

“C’mon. Back. That way no one can see me get scared.” she answer honestly and quietly before happily hopping up the steps.

There weren’t that many people there. She’d expected a crowd but, for a 6-year-old movie that wasn’t exactly a blockbuster, she shouldn't have been surprised. They sat in the middle in the back row, her wasting no time crossing her leg towards him and giving her an easy route for popcorn he sat on his leg closest to her. They shared the soda, having been bought with just him in mind, but he knew she’d get antsy and snacky once she was in there so he’d gotten the biggest size they had. Her lipstick left a ring around the straw and he tasted it every time he took a drink. It wasn’t hard to think less than wholesome thoughts with her so close. He could smell her candy-sweet perfume. If she’d been any other girl he would’ve already given in and kissed her. And Hulk had been right…she was a babe, wasn’t she? She was a pretty girl before, but one you’d feel guilty about flirting with. With her shoulders and upper chest bare, lips cherry red, and her hair down and fluffed she looked like someone else entirely. But she also somehow looked more herself. She looked happy and confident like this is what she was supposed to look like, not like a little girl wearing a costume like she thought it might come off as.

“I heard some people ralphed while watching this.”

“Probably.”

“If I throw up on you I apologize in advance.”

“Just don’t look!” he laughs and covers her eyes for a moment.

“Don’t make fun of me okay?” she asks with big eyes.

“I��m not going to! When do I make fun of you?” he scoffs.

“Like all the time!’ she slaps his chest.

“That's not making fun! That’s me giving you shit sometimes because I know you can handle it now. This shit isn’t for everyone. I’m only bringing you because you wanted me to.”

“I know. But maybe I’ll like it.” she shrugs hopefully.

“Or have nightmares for a week.” he teases.

“I’m calling you and waking you up every time I do.” she responds back.

“Fine. Fair.” he groans.

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The movie starts and it doesn't take long for him to look at her more than the screen. Every emotion she had was on her face. He found it endearing. He’d grow so accustomed to hiding his emotions to protect himself that he had to try to show them all or be comfortable around someone. Or incredibly nervous. But he didn’t find himself in those situations often.

“No wonder people got sick these shots are making me dizzy.” she scrunches her nose and turns her face to whisper towards him but doesn’t take her eyes off the screen.

“It’s innovative cinematography.” he retorts.

“It’s nauseating.”

“Just wait.”

And she didn’t have to long. He watches her eyes grow large and that nose scrunches up as gore and puss and decapitations start and she makes a rather adorable mewl of a sound before turning her head and planting her forehead into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Jesus Christ Eddie!” she whispers loudly.

“I warned you.”

“Is it like this the whole time?”

“No…and yes.”

“Ugh it even SOUNDS gross.” she whines and he moves to put his hand over her ear, wrapping the arm around her, the other raised his jacket to block her view.

“It’s just corn syrup and food coloring ya know,” he whispers into his jacket where she’s hiding, cupping his hand so she could hear him better.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s all make-up and food. Nothing’s real. Horror movies are known for having special effects that gross you out. Just remember it’s all fake. Try figuring out what they used to make it look that way instead. Might not gross you out as much.”

“I think I’ll wait for the screaming to stop.”

“You’ll be down there a while.” he smirks, pushing his chin in to see her peeping up at him.

“Good thing you wore deodorant then.” he feels her shoulders wiggle with an unheard laugh.

“I smell great.” he whispers defensively.

“I know. My nose is jammed into your collar bone, I can’t miss it.”

“So you think I smell good?” he looks back down and wiggles his brows.

“Shut up and watch the movie and let me know when it calms down.” she hisses out, reminding him of a feral kitten.

She eventually emerges, after a noseful of whatever cologne Eddie had managed to snag somewhere. There was a hint of soap clean, some hairspray, then a lovely musky woodsy something-er-other that made her not annoyed about being held against him.

“You gonna try again?” he encourages her as she emerges on her own.

With a nod she stays hunched close to him, leaning over the armrest into his personal space. But she eventually lets out a groan and slams her face back into his shirt, hand by her face and holding it by the chest this time.

“You’re fine. You’re not doing too bad for your first time.” he whispers supportively, a hand rubbing up and down her back that she hadn’t expected.

“Yeah, not TOO bad. That’s what every woman wants to hear the first time.” This makes him snort out a laugh louder than he intended and covers his mouth, turning it into a cough.

“You KNOW what I meant,” he whispers back. “C’mon. You got this. Stop hiding. You’ve made it this far.” he moves her shoulder, making her sit back up, and now has his arm around her shoulders. They were both very acutely aware of the contact but you couldn’t tell by how he was handling it. Mary, on the other hand, is not nearly as chill. When he gently held her chin to raise her head back up to the screen he felt a gulp and a tiny hidden gasp. “Corn syrup and food coloring.” he leans close and whispers into her ear. “This guy, Ash, he’s friends with the director in real life. They grew up together. They made this movie on a nothing budget. That’s why it looks extra gross.” he keeps feeding her information and facts and it helps her. It takes her mind off the fantasy of it all, seeing it as a guy on a screen acting instead of something real. The imagery was just so shocking for her. She’s never seen a scary movie and this one was overstimulating her, understandably so. He leaves her to watch on her own volition, his hand leaving her chin once she starts to focus and calm down. He leaves the arm around her though. It stays for the entirety of the rest of the movie.

—----

In the van she’s taking her heels off and putting on her sweater, lipstick being wiped away as he drove her back to the church.

“You survived your first scary movie.” He says as she reaches to grab her bag to leave.

“I did. It was awful.” Her face lights up and she laughs. “Not really it was just…different.” There was that little nose scrunch again. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” She gives a big smile with a tilt of her head.

“Happy to be useful for once.” He gives a humble nod in response.

“You’re… I’m sure I’ll regret saying this because your ego will be so big you can’t drive this car home but you were really sweet tonight.”

“Me? Sweet? Nah.”

She reaches out her hand to put on his that was hanging off the armrest. “I’m serious.” She speaks softly. “You’re a really sweet guy Eddie.” The familiar tease wasn’t to be found in her voice.

Part of his brain said she has a boyfriend. This isn’t what you think it is. He was being nice and she’s being grateful and that’s the beginning and end of it. But was it really? Had he put his arm around her to be nice? Had he touched her face to steady her or give himself an excuse to stare at her. Was he being nice because he was a good guy or because he had ulterior motives?

She tucked her hair behind her ear and the moment grows heavy for a passing moment.

Okay, he wasn’t being nice when he smelled her hair. Or when he watched her walk up the stairs in front of him. Or noticed how much of her leg showed when she crossed them towards him. None of that was because he was nice. Was he a good guy? Or just subconsciously working her up because he knew how?

“That guy kinda looked like you, you know.”

“Which guy?”

“The main guy. The one with those pretty brown eyes.” her voice sounds so soft he felt guilty for being the recipient of such a compliment.

“The one screaming and covered in blood the whole time?” he deflects.

She opens her mouth and then shuts it. It’s like she stares right into his soul and was judging him. Who knows what they’d done to her at the church, maybe could judge him. “You can take the compliment Eddie.” her voice was deeper, a little more serious.

His knee-jerk reaction is to apologize. But he hesitates. He chose “Thanks.” instead.

She continued to study him for a moment. “You know. I wonder what you’re thinking behind those big brown eyes sometimes.” her eyes narrow and her lips purse.

With a lick of his lips, he nervously pushes his hair out of his face. “I could say the same thing about you, you know.”

Another expectant pause.

“Yeah.” she smiles. “You have a point there.” she sighs and puts her bag on her shoulder. “Maybe one day.” she nods hopefully. “Night Eddie. I had a really good time.”

“I did too, Mary.” they share a longing glance they both choose to ignore, neither ready to discuss what they were making each other feel. “Night. Be careful. Let me know if you get home okay tomorrow. I don't like you alone out there.”

“I’ll be back in the church in like, 6 minutes. Don’t worry. I’m a big brave girl who watches horror movies now, remember?”

“True.” a bigger genuine smile crosses his face this time and she accepts that that is what she’ll leave him with. It wasn’t how she wanted to leave him, but for now, it’ll do. —------------

The next day she had arrived back at home, unscathed and no one any the wiser to her escape from the lock-in. She had a whole Saturday to be alone and she was looking forward to it for the first time. Eddie was out of town with some band thing, and her parents were still gone from their retreat with another couple from the church.

She’d gone out, the mixtape Eddie made her in her cassette deck in her car like it had been since she’d gotten it. Picked up some groceries, did a little actual shopping, and gave herself a 5-finger discount on some things as well. She used the money her parents left her to get junk food, something that wasn’t allowed except for a few certain celebrations.

It was mid-afternoon and she was in the new bra and panty set she’d swiped from a department store. It was so easy. She dressed pleasantly and put that mask on that she’d worn in public for so many years. She took an armful of things into the dressing room, put on the taboo lingerie, and stashed the hanger. You buy some other things, and no one is the wiser. She wondered why she waited so long to be a little bad. Because right now was the happiest she’d ever been. She had the cassette in the player, playing loud enough to fill the room but not spook the neighbors. She hung half out of her bedroom windows, her butt bouncing and swaying in black satin to the beat as she smoked a cigarette. She’d done her hair and makeup, used some of her mom's products she’d found under the sink in hiding, and was feeling like she could eat a man alive.

She was thoroughly enjoying some Alice Cooper, an artist she found she liked from the tape he’d made. The song was No More Mr. Nice Guy and it had been the soundtrack to every rebellious fantasy she’d had in the last week or so. It also happened to be great to play air guitar.

She sprays the room down with air freshener and perfume, a desk fan pointed at the window while she bops and twirls about her room, catching her reflection and being pleased with what she saw for the first time. She’d tried to recreate the giant hair and bold makeup she’d seen on the girls on Headbangers Ball. They were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. They were dressed in leather and lace and were done up in a way she’d never seen before. She wanted to be them. So she tried her best to replicate it and even if the eyeliner was crap, she was happy with the progress. Her eyes landed on the book Eddie had lent her. She’d read it with a flashlight at night and did find it a bit dense but once she got the info down she started enjoying it. It was so easy to stay up reading so late when you were lost in someone else's world.

She thought about the conversations she’d had with him the night he gave her the book. She thought about how good being high felt, how good it felt to talk to someone about things she never had before. How good it felt to look at him and be near him. The lyrics in the song about church steer her in a different direction of thought. He talked about hypocrisy and her parents too. She thought right now was the perfect opportunity to see if he was right.

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Mary fusses with her outfit, another new choice she’d shimmied into in the car before making her way out to the trailer park where Eddie lived. She had her converse on, a new staple that hardly ever left her feet. She’d been able to get some pieces she liked to wear to school on a recent shopping trip with her mom. She found a long pink off-the-shoulder sweater that was as cozy as a blanket and paired with some grey leggings. She wanted to be comfortable for tonight, but looking good and preferably cute bordering on attractive was the main goal. She was beginning to give up on questioning wanting to look good when she saw Eddie and started enjoying the process instead.

She knocked politely, weight on her tiptoes in anticipation.

“It’s unlocked!” she hears Eddie's hoarse shout from inside. He hears the door open and shut but then no other sounds. “I’ve almost nailed this, just a minute. Come on back!” his bottom lip was almost raw from biting it trying to get his fingers up to speed to learn a solo.

“I know I'm a little late, sorry.” she begins by standing in the doorway. He’s on his bed with an amp by his leg.

“Are you? Shit - what time is it? I totally blanked.” he shakes his head, coming out of his hyper-focus and looking up to see her. He looked her over and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her. Shyly she crosses her arms out of instinct to hide.

“Is it too much?” her face softens and the doe-eyes make their appearance.

“No!” he blurts out. “I’m just -you look - it’s just -” he shakes his head and shrugs trying to find the right balance of what to say. She looked prettier every time she came to see him but that seemed a bit heavy-handed, even if it was true. He didn’t want to go too low-key and ruin her confidence. “You look different. You look really nice.” the wheel on his head options finishes clicking and lands on that choice. Not the worst.

“Thanks. I like the hair.” her smile beams back, it pulled back halfway but not in the homely way it had been before. Little pastel barrettes that matched her sweater held sweeping sections back.

“It looks good. You’ve never worn it like that before.”

“I’ve been practicing.” she giggles before moving toward the foot of his bed. She never wore her natural texture, it was always blown straight and worn flat. But she had big bouncy waves with the help of some Aquanet and a teasing comb she’d managed to get it where she wanted it. “I’ve been watching that MTV show, Headbangers Ball. I tried to make it look like those girls.” she adds sheepishly.

“You’re getting there.” he nods and gives a smile that makes her forget she was ever insecure about it. “Those girls are…” the warmth leaves his smile and it turns into a grin. “Something, alright.”

“Babes I think is the word.”

“That is the right word.” a beat of silence, wondering if he should compliment her further before she interjected.

“Oh! I almost didn’t make it here tonight!” she becomes animated again and he begins to move his things back to their place in his room.

“Shit, you okay? You need me to look at your car?” he immediately offers and she could hug him for it.

“No, you gentleman.” she teases. “It was my mom, not the car.”

“She didn’t find out did she?” he looks concerned for a moment, turning to meet her face as he coiled up the amp cords.

“I wouldn’t be here if she did.” she retorts. “No, on the way out she told me she’d scheduled me to help with the kids bible camp tonight and I had to… well I stood up for myself.”

“Hell yeah, there she is!” he gives her a high five. “Did you tell her, fuck you mom!” he throws up the double middle fingers. “I’m gonna go worship satan in the forest!” as he sticks out his tongue.

“How’d you know?” she asks with sarcastic sincerity.

“Just a guess.” he grins and plops down on the bed, patting it for her join him.

“I took your advice and I went looking in their room a few days ago. I found exactly what you said would be there and then some.”

“Go on.” he grins.

“There were…marital aids.” she makes a gagging face and he shares the sentiment with a grossed-out laugh. “Books about saving your marriage, books about the husband trying to please the wife.”

“Aw poor dad.” he snorts.

“BUT she had a DIFFERENT romance novel in the bedstand which meant she reads them regularly.”

“Bet there the ones where a man comes and sweeps a woman away from her horrible life.”

She blinks at him and tilts her head. “How’d you-?”

“I also have good guesses, you know.”

“You ARE a witch.” she shoves his knee playfully.

“If the pointy hat fits.” he shrugs.

“There were also some,” she clears her throat. “Porno mags I found in one of dads old suitcases.”

“Ah. You hit the pubescent boy jackpot.”

“You’d WANT to find that?” she asks with light-hearted disgust.

“Yeah, you’re desperate when you’re a kid, man. You can’t go to a sex shop, you can’t buy anything and you sure as hell aren’t getting any action yourself so finding a stash of your old man’s porno is a goldmine.”

“Is that what happened to you?” she giggles.

“No comment.” he gives a devastating smile. “This is about you. What’d your mom say today?”

“She signed me up for some kids bible camp thing like I said. I told her I was going to Jenny’s grandpa's farm to camp out with her. That I told her 2 weeks ago AND wrote it on the family calendar.” she rolls her eyes. “She insisted I didn’t. And I know I did. And I knew arguing wouldn’t work. It never has. I said my piece- “she sits up proudly. “I told her I did everything by the rules. That this was my senior year, I was 18 - a LEGAL adult and I’d like to start being treated that way. I said I won’t be seeing some of these people ever again and friendships are important and I don’t want to live with regrets about this year for the rest of my life because someday I’ll be married and not be able to go out and fun anymore.”

“You sly dog.” he wags his finger at her. “I see what you did there.”

“I knew you would.” she gives a more saucy smile before continuing. “So I told her they can find someone else for camp, that isn’t an issue. That church will always be there and I have the club at school and Sunday still but I wouldn’t be attending every single little thing that the church did anymore. I wanted to have my own life and make my own choices and memories. Respectfully, of course. I stayed calm and laid it all out and threw a few sniffles in, some little girl sad eyes, and she waited a long time without saying anything then said okay.”

“Really? That was is?”

“Yeah. It was weird.”

“Your snooping really paid off. You’re a regular Nancy Drew.”

“It really did. I realized my parents- they’re just two schmos like anyone else. You see your parents like superheroes or something when you’re little. They make the rules, and you follow. No questions. They give you things you need and sometimes things you want and they feel so distant. You don’t know them as people. And when I was looking through their stuff I realized they’re just.. two miserable people like anyone else. There are no superpowers there. There’s no authority they hold really, they’re just people with wants and needs and regrets like everyone else. Once I realized that it just kinda clicked that I could zero in on those things and use them to see things my way. Emotionally at least. Or at least I could TRY, you know? And I did. And it worked.” she throws her hands up exasperated by the whole thing.

He starts a slow clap and she purses her lips at him. “No, no I'm serious Mary you’ve done some EXCELLENT work.”

“It somehow feels like you’re patronizing me.” she groans.

“No, no. Once you realize they’re just people. Then they aren’t as scary, right? Then being “bad” isn’t as hard. You lied. To her FACE! That’s teenage rebellion 101, sweetheart. And you just got an A.”

“Really?”

“Totally! I’m not yanking your chain I promise. I am legitimately very impressed with how fast you’re picking up on all this.”

“Picking up on what?”

“Being your own person. Making decisions. Knowing your worth. Grown-up shit.” he offers. “Your list isn’t about being BAD really. Sure there are questionably moral or “bad” things on it, sure, but this whole thing is really about you. Not the list. They’re just things you WANT.”

“They are.” he sees her eyes unfocus and knows she’s putting the pieces together in her head. “Well shit.” she softly exclaims.

“There she is.” he claps with hands together. “Like tonight. You’ve WANTED to get drunk right?”

“Yeah, I always felt left out.”

“Exactly.”

“I was always scared or guilty or uncomfortable. Even Michael drinks with his friends at Benny’s. I’m usually babysitting him.”

“See? You wanted to but weren’t given the right situation for YOU personally. Not everyone can be in a crowd of people they hate and hates them right back and get drunk. You’re not in control when you’re drunk. And you are all about control.”

“My schedules.”

“Mmm Hmm.” he nods quickly.

“Who the hell needs Ms. Kelly when I’ve got you?!” she adds seriously and it makes him laugh.

“It’s just a life lived sweetheart. When you have that aha moment when you’re young and realize everyone in power is full of shit you see things other people don't. I’m not special. I’m just experienced. I’ve been at this longer than you have.”

“This’ll sound funny but Thank God I came to you then.”

“Your sense of humor has gotten a lot better too.” he adds with a grin.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna go grab some beers. I’ll let you pick the tunes.”

“A sacred task I do not hold lightly.” she bows to him and ruffles her hair as he passes.

“But NOT Van Halen again!” he shouts from the kitchen.

“Well shit!” she shouts back.

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At this point, Mary was 3 beers in, and having no experience with drinking before, she was feeling fan-fucking-tastic. They had her now crumpled list out, him holding it and side squished against a side they were hunched over talking about it. It was amazing how when she drank, all of a sudden she didn’t mind touching the guy she had a crush on - she meant the guy helping her out with her list.

Eddie was glad he’d gone with beer instead of liquor for Mary because she was a lightweight. He’d drank more than her and was miles more sober. But at least this way he was sober enough to care for her and also drunk enough to let his guard down. Just a little.

Her cheeks were as pink as her sweater which might’ve been the softest thing he’d ever touched. She had taken her shoes off, being able to see her toes wiggling with delight at his jokes in her calf-high scrunched socks. He knew he’d become entirely too fond of making her laugh. But in his defense, it was such a nice sound. He so rarely got reactions out of people, women especially, where he didn’t have to wonder if they were genuine or not. He’d never second-guessed a word out of Mary’s pink-lipped, defined cupid's bow having, perfectly straight teethed mouth.

“You’re over halfway through your list!” he cheers.

“They get getting more nerve-wracking the more I check off.”

“Well, I think that’s how it’s supposed to be. You kinda went from easiest to hardest.”

“Yeah, smoking a cigarette is a lot easier than murder.”

Eddie raspberries his lips and it turns into a big laugh. “That is not on the list!”

“Oh is it not?” she giggles.

“Eh, I’d help you bury a body if you need me to.” he smiled.

“Honestly, at this point, that feels good to know.” she beams back.

“It does, doesn’t it?” his face moves to a content-neutral expression. “Yeah we’re… well I never expected it.” he huffs and stretches his arm back, rubbing the back of his neck. “But we’re actually…like…friends now aren’t we?”

He could see it the second it was out of his mouth. Her eyes rounded and a smile that could melt ice came across her face. “Yeah. We are.” she wrinkled up her cute little button nose at him. “Whether you like it or not.” she shoves his arm.

“I do. Actually.” he reflects and looks away a moment. “You’re a good friend to have.”

“Opposites attract they say. Just think of what could’ve happened if God and Satan had worked together instead.”

“I would be Satan in this scenario I like to think.”

“Always.” she nods happily.

“Since we are friends and it’s been established that I am Satan himself, I suppose that means I should help you with your list of sins.” he dramatically shakes it out and gives a good look over. It was the alcohol but he swears it was like the one about having sex with someone was written in bold and in a huge font. He knew better. “The next one is technically one you’ve already done.”

She sputters out a laugh. “No I have NOT.” she insists.

“The magazines you found in your dad's closet?”

“Oh!” she erupts with laughter. “That doesn’t count!”

“Why not?” he eggs her on.

“Well it kinda goes with the next one.” she points a wobbly hand to the paper.

“Yeah that’s…a solo activity isn’t it?” he smirks. wobbly

“Literally,” she says with an exaggerated shake of her head. “Erotic stimulation of one's own genital organs.” she blurts out in a newscaster-type voice.

“Is that a definition again you nerd?” he bends over a bit with a laugh.

“You know it.” she sits up proudly. “I meant like… a movie porno. Not a magazine.”

“Ohhhh. Semantics.” he rolls his eyes.

“I could go into a shop and buy some but… it couldn’t be anywhere around here. And I have NO clue what to even get.”

“It’s all kinda the same. Two people fuckin’.” he shrugs and she gets the giggles again.

“I think there’s something left to be desired in that description.” she talks through her waves of giggles. “There’s more to it than that! If you don’t know that then I am NOT talking to the right person about this.” she gives a judgemental glare.

“I did say THAT. I just meant for you… as a beginner, it’s best to watch anything and get the shock over with ya know?”

“There you go making sense again.” she throws her hands up. “Do you know where I can get some? Is it expensive?”

“Depends on what it is and what expensive means to you but… I can get you some for free.”

Her head tilts and she's back to focusing on him.

“I mean... I have some. If that’s not too weird?”

“No!” she blurts out. “NO that’s great! That way no one will find out. That is PERFECT!”

“Oh good.” she was too drunk to catch the relief in his face.

“What is it?”

“Like I said it’s… people fucking.” he laughs as he goes to his cabinet that seems to hold all his secrets.

“I mean… is it good?”

He wants to blush for the first time with her. A nervous smile on his face as he hands her a VHS with no cover. “It… gets the job done?” he offers and it sends her into a fit of giggles.

“You are no poet Eddie.” she gets out before having to stop and wipe her eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say?” he answers honestly with raised hands in surrender. “I don’t wanna like… embarrass you or something.”

“At this point don’t worry about it,” she says and she looks surprisingly sober as she does. “The more we talk about it, the more real it gets, the less nervous I am about it. The less… forbidden everything feels. You gotta normalize it. I couldn’t have said the word genitals let alone porno when we first met!”

“I just don’t wanna offend you. I don’t like upsetting you.” he says in his defense. “But I can talk to you like you’re Jeff or Gareth if you want.”

“Respectful AND handsome. My goodness. Where have they been hiding you Eddie?” she giggles out, no sign of hesitation or embarrassment to be seen.

He does feel a slight warmth in his face at the comment. She’s enamored with the smile that comes across his face after she says it and doesn’t even realize it was because of her.

“Neither Jeff of Gareth ever called me handsome, that’s for sure.” he smirks.

“Well they should!” she puts her hands on her hips and he’s watching her with amusement. “Girls tell girls they’re pretty. Boys can tell other boys they’re handsome. You shouldn’t make your friends feel insecure.”

“You’re not wrong.” he offers.

“Do they give you any other compliments?” she asks curiously.

“Uh.. not really no?”

“They’re your band mates and they don’t tell you you’re a damn good guitar player?”

Her swearing never fails to make him grin. “In their way.” he shrugs.

“Well you are,” she says loudly, taking his chin in her hand. “You’re the best guitar player. And you have the best taste in music. And... you’re nice and…. funny and…” it’s like she slowly got distracted looking at his face so closely. She slows down and speaks with more thought. “... And you’re so damn smart. And you have the best hair in Hawkins. And you have the kindest big brown eyes.” she sighs and moves her hand away slowly. “And you…” she swallows audibly. “You're really handsome.” she adds quietly.

Now it was his turn to be the one experiencing a first. No one, especially not a woman had ever shouted compliments at him in such a way. For as much as any ‘Oh, Eddie!’ in bed might’ve stroked his ego, this affected him more than those ever had.

“You’re... all those things too ya know.” he offers and she’s still staring him down. ”You’re smart as hell and funny and brave. You’re… ya know you’re…” he scratches his head, not the time to be a chicken shit, Munson. “You’re gorgeous.” he shrugs and he doesn’t even mean to. He felt out of his element.

She gulps and he’s afraid he’s upset her again. “No one’s ever told me that before.” her voice is a hoarse whisper.

“Really?” he couldn’t believe it and an ungraceful grunt of a word came out.

She shook her head.

“Not even M-”

“Especially not Michael,” she adds with a deadly seriousness that made his stomach churn. This poor girl. She doesn’t wait as long as it felt like she did but she continues, “You’re… better than him you know.” The doe-eyes were out again, this time unintentionally. “You’re better than all of them. Put together.”

“So are you.” he leans forward and nods earnestly.

“Can I tell you something, Eddie?”

“Anything.” his voice was as soft as she’s ever heard.

“There’s something that’s not on that list that I’ve also never done.”

His brows quirk up in interest. “What?” she baited him to ask.

“I’ve never been kissed. I mean, a real one.”

Now he’d heard everything.

“You're serious?” he confirms. A solemn nod is her response.

“If I added it to the list would you… would you help me check it off?”

He answers so much faster than he should have, he thinks after the fact. “I would.”

He sees her get anxious, lashes fluttering as she gets dizzy and wobbles slightly, putting her hand on the bed to steady herself. “Would… YOU do it?”

God damn those doe eyes of hers he thinks. “Are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t be stupid Eddie.” is a curt response he didn’t expect. It also answered a lot of questions for him.

“I’ll do it for you, yeah.” he answers softly.

She takes a deep breath and wets her lips but before she can flutter her lovely lashes shut he stops her. “But I’m not going to right now, sweetheart.” her eyes bolt open in question. “I don’t want to upset you, but you’re drunk. And I’m not having your first kiss happen when you’re drunk. I think you know me well enough to understand that.”

Did she like the answer? No. Was he right? Yes.

“I’d want it if I weren’t drunk.” is the heart-crushing answer she gives as she looks at her hands in her lap.

“Then you’ll get it when you’re not.” he lifts her chin to make her meet his eyes.

“You promise?” she pouts.

He takes her pinky finger into his, “Pinky swear.” he offers with a smile.

“Kay.” she answers with a sniffle.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he adds quickly. He saw some hope in her eyes again. “I don’t want you to be sad about it. I... I don’t like it when you're sad. Too many people make you feel that way and I won’t be one of them.” She gives him a small smile a single corner of her mouth upturning. “You’ll get that kiss. It just won’t be tonight.” she nods, wiping away a tear before it fell. “We good?” he asks, bumping his forehead against hers. She clears her throat and sits up straight.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” he takes her hand into his. “I’m gonna go get water and the rest of the 6 pack. You wanna pick a new album to put on?”

She nods and cleans her face up with her sleeve.

“Good girl.” he says sweetly, kissing her temple.

It was a split second that meant more to her than anything else ever had. The warmth of his cheek to hers, the smell of his hair, and the warmth in her belly from knowing for the first time that someone really, truly cared about her.

Part 4

((This is the level of big brown-eyed softness he's giving her at the end of this chapter. I'd ask to kiss him too, girl.))

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J. Vesey - July For the Whole Year Ch. 1

A/n: Hello all! It's been a while, but I'm still lurking about. I heard that Jimmy was back on the table for the Rangers a few months ago and started this, with endgame in mind that he'd be back and NOW HE IS. I decided to do chapters so it's easier to consume. We're clocking about 35 pages currently. It's about 90% completed, so the subsequent chapters should be up fairly quickly. This is 100% self-serving. I wanted a disgustingly long will-they-won't-they, friends to lovers, so I had to do it my damned self. Stop by, say hi, stay awhile; I read all comments, tags, messages etc- so don't be shyyyy!) Please check out my Masterlist (I finally made one!) if you want some more content :)

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August 2017

“PIVOT!” a decidedly male voice shouts from down the hall. You almost laugh, but it’s 8am on a Saturday and you don’t really want to commit to being fully awake quite yet.

“Dude, that was not funny 2 floors down, and it’s even less funny now-” still male, but another voice answers back.

It seems like Stella, the building manager, has finally found someone to let the large three-bedroom at the end of the hall. It’s been vacant for the whole summer, which was nice. The floor only has 2 other 1 bedroom apartments, so it’s been you and Mr.Callahan for the better part of 3 months. He’s a septuagenarian and hardly makes any noise, so it's been akin to having the entire 4th floor to yourself and it's been too short-lived for your taste. To say you were delighted when the last tenants moved out is an understatement. You haven’t had to vie for the elevator, wake up to any loud music, or have a sneezing fit- which aroused your suspicion of a contraband feline residing nearby. You’re sad to have it come to an end, but maybe they’ll quiet down once they move in.

Rolling over, you wedge your face in between your pillows, successfully blocking the sound and falling back into a gentle doze.

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Two weeks later, you’re sitting on the rooftop deck, lounging like a dog in the sun, sipping an iced-coffee from the cafe down the street and reading a magazine when the rooftop door opens to a boisterous duo, mid-conversation.

“Brady will do it again this year. You watch. No way he retires, he’s got too much left in him. Guy’s an animal-” they’re both tall, but the sandy haired one is loud, clearly from Boston- his R’s dropping at the end of his words, making “Year,” sound wrong to your ears, attuned for New York City.

“I’m not doubting him, man. He’s just getting up there,” they sit at the table next to you, clad in swim-suits, clearly about to use the pool- the paint is chipped and worn, but the water is crystal blue and chlorinated enough that even the unwashed masses of the city can’t sully it. The small pool is your favorite perk of the aged building.

Hiding your eyes behind your sunglasses, you size them up. They're young, likely in their twenties and they're both fit as hell, thick and muscled. Not a bad sight, but you'd hate to leer, so you go back to your magazine, only half paying attention to the chatter next to you as it moves from sport to sport before they finally walk towards the water.

It's cold, you know it's freezing, which is why you’ve chosen to tan and not float around in the water. One of the kids in the building had an accident in it last weekend; it had to be drained and cleaned and it hasn't had the time to warm up yet. It seemed almost silly to refill it now, since there's barely two weeks left of summer, but who are you to complain?

“Jesus Christ!” You can’t really hold back the laughter even though you try, so a choked snort makes its way out despite your best efforts. The sandy haired one is only in the water up to his knees and the darker haired one hasn’t even started his descent down the pool steps yet, and you don’t want to be the creep eavesdropping and gawking, so you pull your magazine up a little higher over your face to hide.

“You could have warned us! It’s fuckin’ ice cold,” he retreats up the steps and sits back in his chair on the deck. “I’m Kevin, I just moved here. This is Brady.” Kevin sticks his hand out to shake, and you drop Cosmopolitan onto the wire table in front of you to meet his grip.

His handshake is strong and warm. “Here, New York, or here, this building?” you ask after giving him your name. Brady leans in after Kevin, hand outstretched, so you shake his too.

“This building. I’ve been in New York a couple-a years now. But we just moved to this building a few weeks ago. We’re down on 4; us and our buddy Jimmy.” You nod and tell him you’re on 4 too, but then his phone rings and it’s Jimmy and he has pizza. They invite you down to eat, but you decline, wanting to soak up as much summer as possible before the weather turns biting and fall’s crisp air rolls into the city.

“Nice to meet you! We’ll see you around. Don’t be a stranger!” They wave jovially as they continue through the rooftop door. They seem nice enough. Saving your magazine from the condensation sweating down your coffee cup, you pick up where you left off - “How to Find a Normal Dude on a Dating App,” and wonder how they can possibly pass the same garbage off as something new each month.

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It’s 2 o’ clock in the morning, according to the glance you give at your way-too-bright phone, and you hear the scraping of a key in your lock. It’s scary because your building is generally safe, and you can count on one hand the number of people who have a copy of your key- Stella the building manager, your elderly neighbor Mr. Callahan, and one ex who you ended it with over 6 months ago. The latter is the only one that makes sense since you know Stella leaves by 8pm each evening and Mr. Callahan is in bed shortly after his early-bird dinner at 4pm.

If it is someone with malicious intent, they’re certainly not trying to sneak in, they’re cursing loudly and wrenching the knob that refuses to turn. The console table next to your front door houses your keyring, equipped with a small can of mace, so you grab it before checking the peephole.

“Kevin are you fucking kidding me?” You unlock the door and yank it open to Kevin’s sleepy face on the other side. His eyes are droopy and his smile is lopsided.

“Heyyyy, what are you doing at our house?!” You’ve seen Kevin around often since meeting him and Brady at the pool a few weeks ago. He’s always coming to or from the gym, or grabbing take-out, or the bar- which is probably the case right now. Kevin is good people, so you can’t find yourself getting too mad at the disturbance.

Pocketing your keys in your robe, you join him in the hallway. “This isn’t your house, you dweeb. It’s mine,” he looks slightly confused before spinning around in the hall at his surroundings.

“I see the problem now,” you’re not sure that he actually sees much of anything, since he looks a little worse for the wear right now, but he looks down to the floor before smiling back up at you, “your doormat should have tipped me off… we definitely never bought a doormat.”

He’s wobbly at best, so you grab him by the elbow and steer him towards his door. “Your boys home? Who’s going to tuck you in, bud? Make sure you have some water and get to bed okay?” Kevin is having a hard time with his keys, so you take the tangled ring and try a few before giving up and knocking loudly.

“Hey!! I have something that belongs to you!” Kevin giggles and rests his forehead against the wall next to the door.

The locks on the other side make a metallic jerking noise before the door is yanked open. You assume it’s the elusive 3rd roommate, Jimmy, since it’s certainly not Brady. Kevin has mentioned him in passing, but your paths haven’t crossed yet in the few weeks since they’ve moved in.

He sighs and steps out into the hallway to get a look at Kevin. “You’re kidding me. How did you even make it home?”

“He didn’t,” you interject, “well… he made it to the building and then he tried to get into my apartment. Damn near maced him. He scared the crap out of me.” Jimmy seems to notice you for the first time.

He looks a little sheepish when he responds, “I’m so sorry, he’s harmless really. Just drank a bit too much, I’m sorry he woke you up. We’re still pretty new to the building, he must have been confused.”

You smile, “It’s okay. I live down the hall and we met a few weeks ago. Good for him actually… it’s bear mace, so...” Kevin is still leaning heavy against the wall when you look over at him.

“Oh, yeah- Brady mentioned you, I think. (y/n)?” Jimmy leans against the door jamb, arms crossed, and smiles- warm, like it’s not an inconvenience for you to be knocking on his door dragging an inebriated friend home to be taken care of.

“That’s me…” you pause, not really wanting to get into a conversation at this time of night, the siren song of your soft bed and warm covers calling you back, “Do you think you can give him some water? Maybe some aspirin and make sure he gets to bed?”

Jimmy nods slowly as you talk, before the words seem to land and he nods more vigorously. “Oh, yeah of course… I am sorry, though- again. Thanks for getting him home, I got him from here,” he pulls Kevin over the threshold of the apartment, but doesn’t follow him down the hallway yet.

“I’m Jimmy, by the way- nice to meet you and thanks again for not pepper spraying Kev.” You step one foot backwards, still looking in Jimmy’s direction.

“Anytime, Jim. Make sure he survives the night.”

Jimmy smiles and salutes, “You got it. See you around, (y/n)” with one last wave, he closes the door and you finally head back to bed, knocking out as soon as you hit the pillow.

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Sunday morning you sleep in until 10, you feel like you’ve earned it after your night was interrupted however, Sundays are also for cleaning, so while your coffee is brewing, you pick a playlist on your phone and turn it on, loud enough that you can hear it throughout your apartment, but low enough to not bother Mr.Callahan through the thin walls.

You’re halfway through cleaning out your fridge, dumping expired items into the garbage pail and making a grocery list for things to replenish, when there’s a sharp knock on your door. It’s not like you’re expecting company, so you glance at the mirror in the bathroom to make sure you’re decent before checking the peephole and opening the door to Jimmy.

“Good morning,” you’re cheery, invigorated by the 2 cups of coffee you’ve downed so far and the adrenaline from being productive pumping through your veins.

He has a brown paper bag in his hand, and he smiles, a small blush high on his cheekbones, and you can tell he’s much more reserved than Kevin, who is gregarious, loud, and boisterous each and every time you’ve bumped him since the very first day you met.

“Uh, hey. Good morning. Hope I’m not bothering you-” he pauses and looks for permission to continue. You didn’t notice last night, half asleep and bleary, but he has the same accent as Kevin and you peg him as a Bostonian as well.

Shaking your head you assure him, “Not at all. It’s daytime, that’s typically when visitors are expected. Let Kevin know, I don’t think he’s heard.” You smile and he huffs out a small chuckle.

He hands the paper bag over to you. “Just wanted to thank you again for being so cool about last night. Kev had a rough week and he felt like shit this morning when he realized what happened. He’s still sleeping it off, but just a little peace offering.”

The bag has the logo of the cafe down the street, where you frequently grab coffees and breakfast when you’re running late for work. “I just grabbed some bagels and a bacon, egg, and cheese. Heard that’s the way to a New Yorker’s heart…” he stops awkwardly as you unroll the top of the bag, and peer inside, “You’re not a vegan or anything are you… I didn’t even think about that. Hope it’s oka-”

“It’s great, Jimmy. Did you want to come in? There’s a ton of food here and I just made a fresh pot of coffee.” You step to the side and hold the door open, giving him a clear path into the house.

He smiles again, it lifts up higher on one side of his mouth. “One cup can’t hurt I guess,” he steps in past you, nose leading him to the coffee pot on the counter.

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Jimmy stays for a few hours, he’s easy to talk to, quieter than Kevin, but you can immediately tell he’s got a sharp wit and it comes out the longer he sits in your kitchen, hat backwards and refilling his cup whenever it gets low. You start off talking about Kevin over your bagels and coffee, before devolving into how they know each other (distant cousins who grew up in Boston- you were right about the accent), and then he’s happy to talk about back home, opening up a little and telling you all the best spots in town, “I’m a local, so you know they’re good. You can’t go off google, that’s not authentic,” and defending ‘Dunks’ against all other coffee in the known world.

“An extra extra? What the hell is that?” You’re topping off his coffee, grabbing the sugar canister off the counter and putting it on the table in front of him.

“Extra cream, extra sugar. Why, what do you call it here?”

“Fucking disgusting?” You laugh at your own joke, adding milk to your coffee, “Light and sweet I guess? Tell me something else in Boston.” His posture is relaxed as he leans back in his chair and starts talking about the Harvard Library, of all things.

You’re happy with how Jimmy opens up sitting in your kitchen on a Sunday morning- chore list forgotten with both of your dishes sitting in the sink. You haven’t felt self conscious for one second even though you’re in your pajamas, hair in a sloppy bun on your head as you compare childhoods in the largest cities on the eastern seaboard.

The conversation has turned to Game of Thrones, and he’s putting up a pretty good argument for you to start binging it, “I swear it’s like a movie every week. The production value is incredible,” when there’s a knock on your door.

“More people have knocked on this damned door in the last 12 hours than have in the last 3 years. Sorry Jim, one sec- let me see who that is.” It’s equal parts surprising and unsurprising when you see Kevin on the other side of the peephole. The easy choice is to let him in, turn back around, and walk him to the kitchen as he stammers out his apologies, trailing behind you.

“Jimmy apologizes better. He brought food,” You take your seat across from Jimmy at your small kitchen table again, as Kevin looks visibly shocked to see Jimmy there, one eyebrow making its way up in question. Jimmy immediately turns bright red when he meets Kevin’s eye.

He makes himself at home, leaning against your counter and opening up the paper bag before selecting a bagel. “Butter in the fridge?” you nod and he helps himself. “I was wondering where you went, bro. I’ve been up for hours and you haven’t answered one text. I was about to head to the gym to look for you.”

Picking his phone up, Jimmy grits his teeth, “Ah, sorry. Time got away from me. I was supposed to be training, but I stopped by to apologize- for your dumb ass by the way- and we got to talking, I didn’t check my phone.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Kevin tells him it’s no big around the bitten off hunk of bagel wedged in his cheek. “You got plans today, (y/n)?” He chews heartily before you shake your head no, and Kevin lists off about five things that he wants to do, clearly no longer plagued by a hangover. Jimmy meets your eye and you shrug.

“Sure, let me get ready.” You haven’t had a friend in the building before, but it feels a lot like you just made a few.

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Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

If you want to get tagged for my oneshots DM me ❤

Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix.

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her.

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground.

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood.

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer.

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this.

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious.

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time?

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together.

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance.

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking.

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend.

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention.

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back.

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy.

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well.

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away, not finishing what he tried to say.

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end.

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again.

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good.

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips.

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now.

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day.

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses.

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing.

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in. This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same.

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm.

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit.

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment, Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them.

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan.

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss.

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy.

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away.

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face.

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows.

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body.

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too.

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more.

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted.

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid.

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect.

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her.

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen.

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart.

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss.

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."

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