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[seanfalco]

That New Car Smell | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k Warning(s): Language, Theft, Car Sex, Public Sex, Road Head Prompt: stealing Delilah’s car to shag in a/n: This was a prompt I got a longggg time ago.  A call back to one of the first Nathan prompts I wrote: Baby Driver

“Ugh, I’m so bored!” you exclaimed dramatically, flopping back against the couch, throwing your arm over your face, making Nathan snort with amusement.

“I have an idea for a fun-time activity,” he quipped, waggling his eyebrows at you as you raised your arm from your face to look at him.

“Oh?” you asked, “lemme guess, does this activity include shagging?”

“It might,” Nathan answered with a shrug and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, I’m in,” you replied, pushing yourself up.  “What’re we doin’?”

“Remember that time we were still in community service and we jacked your step-sister’s car for a little joyride?”  Pausing to see if you did, in fact, remember, he grinned when you nodded.  “Well, weren’t you sayin’ just th’other day that mummy’d gone out and got her a new one?” he asked and you could already see where this was headed, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“All I’m sayin’ in that her new car needs t’be broken in, if y’know what I mean,” he exclaimed, biting his lip suggestively as he gave several lewd thrusts of his hips.  

Unable to hold your laughter back, you held out your hand for him to help you up.  “I’m in.”

“I can’t believe how easy that was!” Nathan crowed, cackling gleefully as he pealed out, leaving your step-mum’s house behind.

“I can’t believe she left her keys in her car again!” you exclaimed, looking through her glove compartment.

“Yeah, you’d think she’d have learned her lesson th’last time,” Nathan scoffed, flipping through the radio stations til he found something he liked.

Feeling your eyes on him, Nathan glanced over to shoot you a grin, threading his fingers with yours as he brought the back of your hand to his lips.  “Whoa!” he cried, letting go of your hand to grip the wheel with both hands as a car suddenly pulled out in front of you, quickly swerving to avoid them.

“Jay-sus, that was close!” he gasped, his voice slightly hoarse.  

Unable to hold back your giggle, you gave his thigh a squeeze, letting your hand linger atop his leg.  “You just focus on the traffic there hot shot and find us somewhere deserted to pull over in,” you purred in his ear, relishing the way he twitched in response.

“What’re you--?  Oh,” he exclaimed as you unbuttoned his jeans and reached under the waistband of his boxers to palm him, pulling him free, his cock swiftly stiffening at your touch.  Massaging him gently, you leaned over across the center console, wetting your lips as you bent over him, blowing teasingly over his swollen head, a bead of pre-cum glistening at his slit.

“Keep your eyes on th’road, Nathan,” you murmured, catching him glancing down at you before swirling your tongue around his head.

“Oh, fuck, [y/n],” he groaned, stiffening in his seat, his hips giving an involuntary jerk as you wrapped your lips around him.  In his excitement his foot on the gas pedal hit the floor, making the car jump, the engine revving loudly.

“Steady there, tiger,” you giggled, taking him in your mouth once more, your lips gliding over his length, finding a steady rhythm.

“Oh yeah, j-just like that, baby.  Fuck, that’s so hot.  I’ve always wanted t’do this,” he admitted, his voice strained as he fought to focus through his pleasure, his hips bucking again suddenly, nearly choking you.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” Nathan grimaced, catching sight of a deserted flyover near the river and turned off onto the side street, finally parking the car once you were hidden.  “There!” he announced, shutting off the engine.  “Now what?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair as you gave one last bob of your head, pulling his cock from your mouth with a wet pop.

“Now we get it on.”  Wiping the drool from your chin, you lifted your face, leaning in closer.  “I’m so fuckin’ wet, you have no idea,” you purred, enjoying the way his jaw dropped.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he whispered, hastily unbuckling himself.  “So how we gunna do this?”

Glancing around, you mentally measured the car’s tiny interior.  “I don’t think I’ll fit on your lap, the ceiling’s too low,” you mused, “and you’re too tall for the backseat…”  Frowning, a thought came to you.  

“C’mon,” you exclaimed, throwing the door open and moving to the back, shedding your shirt as you went, motioning for Nathan to follow before sitting down sideways, laying back along the length of the backseat and scooting forward til your ass was right at the edge of the seat.

“Oh, I see,” he said, quickly rounding the car to your side, his hands going straight to your legs, trailing up your thighs to reach under your skirt, finding you completely bare beneath.  “No knickers?” he exclaimed, his brows climbing in surprise.

“Thought they’d only slow us down,” you explained, gasping softly as his fingers teased your slick folds.  

“I like th’way you think, love,” he said, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and fumbling to free his cock once more, giving it several slow strokes as he admired you spread out on your back.

“C’mere,” you instructed, beckoning him closer, and Nathan ducked his head, nearly smacking it on the car’s ceiling in his haste as he bent over you.  It was still a little awkward, though less so than trying to fit his lanky body completely in the car and shutting the door.  You just hoped no one happened to drive down here.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bit your lip, watching his determined expression with amusement as he searched for your entrance.  “Havin’ a little trouble there?” you teased, gasping when he finally pressed into you.

“I got it, I got it!” Nathan huffed, giving several shallow thrusts before filling you, drawing a sigh from your lips.  “There, see!” he boasted, beginning to move, breathing heavily in your ear til you turned your face to capture his lips, your tongue seeking his.

“Fuck me like y’mean it, Nathan,” you exclaimed breathily, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

“What d’you think I’m doin’?” he asked, speeding up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing under the flyover.

“Oh, my God!” you cried, arching your back despite the buckles beneath you digging uncomfortably into you.

“Yeah, y’like that?” Nathan grunted, his movements becoming jerky and desperate.  “Please tell me you’re close,” he gasped, his voice strained.

“I’m close,” you breathed, just as desperately rolling your hips to meet him, clenching tighter, hoping to throw him over the edge.

“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, dropping his face to your chest, burying his sweat dampened forehead in the crook of your neck as you felt him tense without warning, his warm seed filling you.

“Oh--!”

Crying out, you felt your climax steal over you, gripping you as Nathan rode you through it before going limp atop you.  Unable to speak for a moment as you caught your breath, you panted along with him as you both came down from your high.  Slipping your arms around his back, you held him close, letting him recover, softening inside you.

“Well, job done,” Nathan exclaimed after a long moment, lifting his shaggy head to look down at you, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Job done,” you agreed, grinning in return.  

“I wish I could see Delilah’s face th’next time she gets in her car, only t’smell the lingerin’ aroma of our passionate lovemaking,” Nathan laughed, stealing a kiss before pushing himself up and pulling out.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he reached down to grab his shirt before helping you up.  “Oh shit,” he chuckled as you pulled your own shirt over your head and adjusted your skirt.

“What?” you asked, turning to see what he was looking at, your eyes following his gaze to the car seat and the small stain you’d left behind.  “Oops,” you giggled, biting your lip.  

“Well, think we broke ‘er in good enough?” he asked, amusement filling his expression.

“I think so,” you grinned, “though we probably better get this back before they realize it’s missing.”

“Alright, I guess,” Nathan nodded hesitantly, though he looked like he didn’t really wanna return the car.  “Don’t wanna get sent back to community service… or do we?” he mused, waggling his eyebrows at you.  

“Nathan!” you laughed, opening the passenger side door.  “Get in th’car!”

“What?  Those were some good times, right?” he countered, following suit and getting back behind the wheel.  “I mean, I never woulda met you otherwise…”

“You do have a point,” you agreed, flashing him a smile.  “Those were some good times, but I’d really rather not get caught this time.”

“Alright, alright, y’make a compelling argument.”  Putting the car in gear, Nathan turned out back onto the street.  “Can we at least do some donuts before we go back.”

“Yeah alright, let’s do it.”

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[seanfalco]

Repeat Offenders | 08. Switched (pt.2)

[ gif credit - @/santacarlahorrorshow​​ ]

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k       Warnings: Language, Body Swap, Smut (while still switched)

[ Sequel to Bad Kids ] [ MASTERLIST ]

“Well, that was a bust,” Nathan groaned, collapsing face first onto your bed.  “No one at that bloody restaurant remembered her or had seen her before,” he whined, his words muffled as he pressed his—your face into the pillow.

“Yeah, but at least Alisha’ll keep using her powers t’look through her eyes to see if she recognizes where she’s at,” you said, plopping down next to him, toeing his trainers off and leaving them laying on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah, but what if she never recognizes it?  What if we’re stuck like this forever?”

“We won’t be,” you insisted with conviction, wishing you believed it as strongly as it sounded like you did.

When you fell silent, Nathan lifted his—your face, watching you for a long moment.  “Hey.  I’m… sorry.”

Rolling toward him, you studied him a moment, not saying anything.

“I’ve been… a bit of an arse about all this,” he admitted, his—your eyes flicking down sheepishly.  “I didn’t mean t’make you cry th’other night.  I’m th’absolute worst.”

Hesitantly scooting closer you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his.  “You’re not th’worst.  You’re scared… I get it,” you murmured. 

“Yeah, but you’re scared too,” he replied.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” you asked, searching his—your own face, moving closer.

“Yeah, kinda,” Nathan agreed, huffing a short laugh.  “But I really miss kissin’ yeh.  It’s been almost a whole day!  I can’t go that long, [y/n], I think I’m goin’ through withdrawls!” he whined, pulling you closer.  “And I mean, you like kissin’ girls,” he pointed out meaningfully.

“I do, I just didn’t know you liked kissin’ boys, Nathan Young,” you teased, unable to hold back your grin.

“I may have kissed a guy or two before, on accident,” he added quickly before shrugging, as if it was no big deal.  “It wasn’t so bad.”

“That’s not what you said when you kissed Simon,” you pointed out, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, well, no offense, but who would wanna kiss Simon on purpose?” he spluttered.  “Besides, it’s… me, and I’m a good lookin’ guy.  Why wouldn’t I wanna kiss myself?” 

“Good t’know,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you moved closer, hesitantly pressing your lips to his—yours.

Forgetting for a moment that you were technically kissing yourself, you deepened the kiss, your tongue finding Nathan’s eagerly as he pulled you closer.

“I missed this too,” you whispered, Nathan’s voice coming from your mouth ruining the illusion for a moment.

“Y’know…” Nathan started, swallowing.  “I’m kinda curious what if feels like t’shag with a fanny.”

“Yeah?” you asked, pushing yourself up.  

“Yeah, I mean… I feel like I know my way around your pussy pretty well, but… havin’ first hand experience… might just make me th’best damn lover in th’whole world,” he said.

“Sounds like a win-win situation t’me,” you murmured, capturing his lips as you let your hand ghost over his—your body.  “Shall I show you all th’places I like t’be touched the most?” you purred, kissing his neck as your hand crept under his shirt.

“Oh— that’s—!” Nathan gasped as you tweaked his—your nipple, pushing his shirt up further to kiss your way across his chest which heaved against your eager mouth before circling the raised bud with your tongue.

“I like it when y’do that t’me, even when I don’t have… tits,” he exclaimed breathlessly, moaning as you switched sides, massaging his breasts gently with your hand.

“I know,” you quipped, raising your face enough to smirk at him before kissing your way down further, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down, freeing his legs.

“So this is what gettin’ wet feels like,” he breathed, keeping his eyes shut as he rolled his hips desperately.  “Kinda uncomfortable with these frilly knickers on…”

“Oh?  You want me t’take them off you?” you asked, ghosting your fingers down his thighs as your mouth followed, kissing where you knew you were most sensitive, trailing your tongue against his inner thigh.

“Oh, God—“ he moaned, his voice slightly strangled.  “Th’anticipation is killin’ me [y/n],” he whined.

“Talk about uncomfortable, my trousers are fuckin’ tight,” you exclaimed with a groan, feeling the member between your legs quickly start to harden and throb, pressing painfully against the crotch of your jeans as blood pulsed through it.

“Yeah, it’s bitch sometimes,” Nathan chuckled, though his voice was strained with want.

“I can’t… hold on a sec,” you muttered, hastily jumping from the bed to undress, leaving Nathan’s clothes on the floor.

Before he could make another impatient comment, you crawled between his parted thighs, easing his soaked knickers down.  “Y’know, I bet these’d look nice on you even after we get swapped back,” you mused, resuming your painfully slow exploration, making him wait, kissing him everywhere but where you knew he wanted most, wanting to hear him beg for it.

“Oh Jesus,” Nathan mewled.  “Yeah, I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want, just please fuckin’ touch me!  Is this what it feels like every time I tease yeh?” he asked, biting his lip as you hovered just over his—your glistening sex, blowing lightly on it, making him whimper.

“Yes,” you answered, pressing your lips chastely to his—your mound, the coarse hairs tickling your nose.  “Everything always feels better when you take your time.  Sure I usually get off if you get straight to th’shagging, but this stuff, th’foreplay is everything,” you breathed, finally parting his—your folds and dragging your tongue against him.

Nathan gasped a shuddering breath as his hips gave an involuntary jerk.  “Oh shit—“ he hissed as you circled your clit, lapping at him.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed from between his legs, “you’re so wet.  I’ve never tasted myself before,” you admitted, your fingers digging into his thighs as you continued, the sounds pouring from Nathan’s lips driving you on. 

As much as it throbbed, the sensitive head brushing against your stomach, you wanted to drive him over the edge first; you wanted him to cum against your mouth before you buried your cock inside him.

“Oh Jesus— fuck!” he cried, burying his hands in your—his curls, his voice cracking as he shuddered beneath you, his legs quivering as he came undone with the help of your tiring tongue.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whimpered, panting as if he’d just run a race.  “So… so that’s what it feels like?  Holy shit…”

“You like it?” you asked, lifting your face to grin at him.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he exclaimed.  “It was like… this gradual build up and then, bang! fireworks! and then you’re fallin’ but it just keeps goin’, like fuckin’ waves washin’ over you rather than shootin’ your load, wham bam, done,” he said, surprisingly articulating the experience pretty well, you thought.

“Yeah,” you agreed.  “It’s nice right?”

“Now I see why y’get so annoyed when y’lose it.  It’s… frustrating.”

“Exactly,” you laughed, pushing yourself up to crawl over him.  “Are you ready t’come a second time?”

“Yes!” Nathan yelped eagerly, pulling your mouth back to his, swallowing your moans as your tongues clashed and you gripped the cock between your thighs.  

Sure you’d pegged him before, so you sort of knew what you were doing, but you were excited to see what it felt like t’have a real cock.

“Good thing you’re still so wet,” you purred, grasping your length to guide it to its destination, giving it an experimental stroke before slowly pressing into him, a sigh leaving your lips in a rush.

“Oh God,” you whispered, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.  “It’s so tight and warm.  Holy shit, that feels amazing.”

“I know right.  I meant it when I’ve told yeh your twat is heaven,” he purred.  “Ohh, go slowly,” he begged, stretching around you.

“I see why it’s hard not t’come right away,” you gasped, slowly easing into him until you were fully joined, breathing heavily as you froze, letting him adjust while calming yourself.

“See!” Nathan exclaimed.  “Thank you!” he cried, feeling rather validated.

“Are you ready?” you asked, dropping your forehead to his.

“I’m ready.”

At Nathan’s words you began to move, slowly pulling almost all the way out to slide back in, savouring the feeling before picking up your pace with each thrust til you were pounding into him, grunting as the headboard began to creak and bang against the wall.  Nearly losing yourself again, you shifted your focus from the growing pleasure filling your loins to Nathan’s cries and the way he writhed beneath you, the sweet pain of his nails biting into your back.

“Oh, f-fuck, baby, [y/n]! I’m close, I’m—” 

Nathan’s words cut off, turning into a broken whine as he came again, his arms tightening desperately around you as you drove into him.  The tingling in your balls grew suddenly, spreading outward and up your spine, til with a gasp you felt yourself climax abruptly, your muscles seizing; taken by surprise at how fast it had gripped you.  Shuddering as your hips jerked, the warm seed pumped from you and you thrust as deep as you could until you went limp, all the energy flowing from you, your limbs going numb and your mind going blank for a moment as you softened inside him.

Gasping for breath, you rolled over and collapsed to your back.  “Holy shit… that was… intense,” you panted, turning your face to look at Nathan while he did the same, flinching for a moment as he opened his eyes, looking into his own features, as if he’d forgotten.

“No shit,” he agreed.  “As much as I miss my cock, you sure know how t’use it,” he joked, huffing a laugh.

“Yeah?” you breathed, finally pushing yourself up and grinning at him.  “I think I need a smoke after that.”

——

“Remind me why I hafta go t’work for you?  Can’t I just call off?” Nathan whined as you got dressed.

“Because, I can’t afford to lose that job, and I already let you call in the last two days, ” you countered, offering him a wry look.

“But I wanna come with you!” he exclaimed, pulling a shirt over his head and nearly falling off the bed as he hurried after you.

“I know, but it’s just a couple hours—“

You’d woken up to a call from Alisha, the call you’d finally been waiting for.  She said she’d caught a vision from your mystery woman and recognized her location, so you were going to join her and Simon to search.

“But—!”

“Please, Nathan.”

With one pleading look, he gave in with a groan.  “Alright, alright, I’ll go, but call me as soon as you find anything!  I really want my body back.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” you sighed, pulling him in for a hug.  “C’mon, I’ll take you to work and give you the crash course on th’way.  Really all yeh hafta do is watch the counter.  Not many customers come in this early anyway.”

By the time you dropped Nathan off at the adult bookstore you worked at, Alisha and Simon were waiting for you.

“Do you really think he won’t get you fired?” Alisha asked skeptically as you watched Nathan disappear through the tinted door to work your shift.

“Lisha,” Simon hissed, glancing at you apologetically.

“No, it’s okay, she has a point,” you sighed.  “I feel bad he has to cover for me at all,” you said, shaking your head ruefully.

“So, where did you see our mystery woman?” you asked, changing the subject, ready to start searching.

“Right, last night when I saw through her eyes, I saw her in a lecture hall,” Alisha said, and Simon nodded.

“She’s a professor,” he explained.  “A women’s studies professor…”

“That makes sense,” you muttered, remembering all too well the judgement in her eyes.  The sad thing was, if you’d seen some other guy acting the way Nathan had, you’d have thought the same thing.

But she doesn’t know him.  She doesn’t know how he is when we’re alone.

Sure, Nathan could be wildly inappropriate and crude, and in the past, downright cruel at times with his humour, taking things way too far, but the longer you’d been together, the better he’d gotten, and you knew where some of those behaviours stemmed from—not that that was an excuse, but you understood.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you returned your attention to your friends.  “So, we know she’s a professor, do we know anything else?”

“We have a name.”

From there, finding her address wasn’t all that hard.

“E. Sherman,” you read before pressing the buzzer to her flat.  When no one answered, you tried again.

“You lookin’ for Lizzie?” a voice called and you turned toward it, finding a plump woman in a tracksuit leaning against the side of the building, a cigarette between her manicured fingers.

“Yeah, do you know her?” Simon asked.

“Yeh, she’s out runnin’ errands or sommat,” the woman replied, lazily blowing a stream of smoke skyward.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath.

“I guess we could always wait here for her t’get back,” Alisha suggested in a hushed voice.

“Yeah, but how long might that take?  It could be hours before she returns,” you muttered, wishing you had a cigarette.

“If she’s only gone out for errands, she’s probably not far,” Simon reasoned.  “Between Alisha’s sight and your power detection, we should be able to track her down.”

“Like a game of hot or cold,” you scoffed, though you knew Simon had a point.  Your powers were growing, you could now feel when someone nearby had a power, even if they weren’t actively using it.

“Alright,” you sighed.  “Alisha, what do you see?”

——

“You sick or somethin’?” the greasy git behind the counter asked as soon as Nathan walked in.  “Or were y’just playin’ hooky th’past few days?”

“Excuse you, I had a-a family emergency!” Nathan exclaimed without missing a beat, his voice appropriately scandalized.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” the bloke grumbled as Nathan rounded the glass display case filled with butt plugs and the expensive vibrators.  Following [y/n]’s instructions, Nathan managed to clock in and reluctantly took his place behind the cash register, trying to ignore the way the other bloke leered at him, not even bothering to be discreet about eyeing [y/n]’s ass.

“You got a problem or somethin’?” he demanded, shooting the guy a disgusted look.

“Nope, not at all.  In fact, I rather missed you while you were gone,” he said, winking at who he thought was [y/n].

“Back off mate, I’m engaged!” Nathan exclaimed, holding his—[y/n]’s hand up for the guy to see her ring.

However, the bloke only snorted and shrugged.  “So?  Doesn’t stop me from lookin’.”

“Ain’t your shift over or somethin’?” Nathan spluttered, wanting nothing more than for the creep to leave, so he could goof off in peace and hope no customers came in.

“Yeah, I’m leavin’,” he said, sauntering away to clock out.  “Just make sure you get those dildos in the backroom stocked.”

Nathan glared at the bloke as he left.  “Couldn’t you have done that?” he grumbled under his breath before searching for the door to the store room, marked with an ‘employees only’ placard.  It wasn’t hard for him to find the box the fellow had meant, nearly tripping over it as soon as he walked through the door.

“Ow!  Fuck—” he muttered, holding his shin as he bent over to hoist the dildo box into his arms and push back out the door.  Still muttering under his breath, Nathan finished the task, hoping he’d put the damn things in the right place before chucking the empty box in the trash and taking his spot back at the register, leaning heavily against the counter.

To pass the time, he found a copy of Men’s World and flipped through it.  It was kinda nice knowing he could look without worrying about getting a boner in public.  When the bell on the door chimed, Nathan looked up and almost laughed out loud at the sight of one of his old mates walking in, not having seen him since before his ASBO.

“Paul, you son-of-a-bitch, long time no see!” he cried cheerfully, forgetting for the moment that he didn’t look like himself.

“Do I know you?” his mate asked, frowning in confusion, and Nathan suddenly realized he had no good answer to that question, floundering for a moment.

“Uh, no, never mind, thought you were someone else,” he exclaimed awkwardly, watching his old friend give him a strange look before ducking down an aisle.

Ah, he’s a prick anyway, Nathan thought sullenly.  He never texted me back after that time I asked to crash at his.

As if his luck couldn’t get any worse, a couple more people filed in, that bloke Rudy from the other day amongst them.  

“Y’gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” he grumbled under his breath.

As a man old enough to be his grandad approached the counter, Nathan plastered a smile to his—[y/n]’s face, remembering to be as good an employee as possible for her.  “What can I do for yeh?” he asked, grimacing as the old timer’s eyes lingered on [y/n]’s chest, seemingly distracted.

Clearing his throat, he bit back the words he wanted to say and instead repeated himself, snapping the man out of it.  “Oh, uh yeah, I’d like t’watch a video,” he said, stealing another eyeful.

“Right this way,” Nathan answered woodenly from between clenched teeth.  He could feel his skin crawl as he led the customer to the booth to set up his porno, yelping indignantly as the old lecher pinched his arse and disappeared behind the velvet curtain.

“Hullo?  Does anyone work here?” an obnoxious voice called from across the room, stopping Nathan from slapping the old geezer, his hand curling into an annoyed fist.  “Hullooooo?  Customer waitin’ over here!  Th’service in this establishment, I swear.”

Growling under his breath, Nathan made his way back to the counter, finding none other than Rudy waiting for him.  “Oh!  You look familiar, you sexy thing,” he mused, looking [y/n]’s body up and down appraisingly.

“Really?!  We just met th’other day!” Nathan snapped, gaping at him incredulously.

“Oh yeahhh, that’s right!” Rudy exclaimed, snapping his fingers in recognition.  “Now I remember.  You’re that bloke who’s stuck in his girlfriend’s bangin’ body.”

“Will y’keep it down?” Nathan hissed, looking around frantically to see if anyone had overheard.  “And I’m her fiance!” he added fiercely.

“Right, right,” Rudy drawled, rocking on his heels.  “Didn’t know you worked here.”

“[y/n] works here,” Nathan corrected, “I’m just… covering for her.”

“So, you are still switched, then?” Rudy ventured, sucking his teeth.

“For th’moment!” Nathan replied defensively.  “But come this time tomorrow I’ll be back in my own body and it’ll all be sorted,” he insisted, hoping [y/n] and the others had made any headway findin’ th’cunt.

“If y’say so,” Rudy shrugged, looking around.  “So, I gotta ask… since you been switched an’ all, have you…?”  Trailing off, he formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger, penetrating it with the finger of his other hand suggestively.  “Cause I would,” he finished.

Nathan snorted.  “Well, duh, course we tried it,” he exclaimed.  “Havin’ a fanny’s not all that bad actually — don’t get me wrong, I’d rather have my cock, but y’know…”

“I don’t know, actually, I’ve never had a fanny,” Rudy said, his reaction making Nathan grind his teeth.

“What th’fuck did y’need anyway?” he groaned, glad to change the subject.  [y/n]’s shift was almost over and he was getting ansty to hear from her.

“Oh, right—” Rudy exclaimed.  “Y’wouldn’t happen t’have a copy of ‘Weapons of Ass Destruction’ would yeh?” he asked.

Nathan merely stared at him for a moment.  “I don’t know, I don’t work here!” he hissed.  “Go look in the video section, I dunno!” he suggested, gesturing vaguely to the nearby wall filled with DVD’s.  Not five minutes later Rudy returned empty handed and leaned against the counter.  

“Didn’t see it.”

“Then I guess they don’t have it,” Nathan replied, checking his phone.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention and Nathan looked up to find Paul standing in front of him, ready to check out.  With a sigh, Nathan rang his old friend up, trying to ignore the way he stared.

Why did I wear somethin’ so low cut today? he wondered with a grimace.  Oh yeah, cause I liked th’view too, he recalled, glancing down at [y/n]’s cleavage.

“So, when d’you get off?”

Paul’s question took Nathan by surprise and he gaped at him for a moment.  “S’cuse me?” he asked, unsure if he’d heard what he thought he heard.

“Wanna get a drink or somethin’?”

Rudy looked between the two in utter amusement, waiting to hear what Nathan would say.

“Why’d I wanna do that?”

Undeterred, Nathan’s old mate leaned closer.  “You obviously know me from somewhere, but I can’t seem t’place you… but I’d like to,” he said, flashing a skeevy grin.

“Jay-sus,” Nathan cried, reeling back and throwing his hands up.  “What is it with every fuckin’ guy hittin’ on me today?  Take a fuckin’ hint, I’m not interested!”  His mate’s grin melted, replaced by a defensive sneer.

“Hey, for the record, you came onto me first!”

“No, I didn’t!” Nathan yelped.  “Fuck off!” he cried, flipping Paul the bird as he snatched his bag and hurried for the door.  “Also, you have shite taste in porn!” he called after him, leaving Rudy in stitches.

Nathan had never been more glad for a phone call than he was at the moment.  “Tell me y’found her!” he exclaimed, not even bothering with a greeting.

“We found her,” [y/n] laughed.

——

It didn’t take long for Nathan to meet you, showing up, surprisingly, with Rudy in tow.

“Oh, there’s no way I’d miss this,” he said when asked why he was there.  “Ain’t like I got nothin’ better t’do,” he shrugged.

“So, where is she?” Nathan asked, looking around.

“She’s in the laundromat across the street,” Simon answered, nodding toward the building.

“It looks like th’place is pretty empty,” Alisha pointed out, and you peered through the window, finding E. Sherman still sitting there, reading her book.

“I guess now’s as good a time as any,” you murmured, leading the others across the street and into the laundromat.

Glancing up as the bell tied to the door handle jingled, surprised recognition flit across the woman’s face for the briefest moment before she sniffed disdainfully and flipped to the next page of her paperback.

“So you managed to find me,” she mused, her long crystal earrings tinkling softly as she shifted on the folding chair.

“Well, yeah.  Did y’just think we were gunna want t’stay this way forever?” Nathan demanded and she finally looked up, her eyes snapping to him.

“I would’ve switched you back eventually,” she said as if it were obvious.

“But how would you have found us?” Nathan snapped back.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?” Ms. Sherman asked rhetorically, finally shutting her book, keeping her spot with her finger as her gaze swept over your friends.

“Will y’just switch us back already?” Nathan asked impatiently, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t piss her off,” you hissed, shooting him a glare.

“Yeah, what’s she gunna do?  You can just use her power t’switch us back anyway,” he muttered back.

“Did you learn your lesson?” the woman asked, cutting your hushed argument short.

“Well… yeah, I guess,” Nathan spluttered.  

“Doesn’t feel so good to be objectified, does it?” she asked, raising a knowing eyebrow at him as he petulantly crossed his arms over his chest.

Turning her eyes next to you, you scowled, once more prickling at her assumption that you had no self respect if you were with Nathan.

“No, y’know what,” you said angrily, pointing at the woman.  ‘Yeah, we may have learned some things about ourselves and each other that we didn’t know or fully appreciate before, but how dare you judge us based on one overheard conversation!” you cried, fully of fiery indignation, taking the woman aback.

“You tell her, [y/n],” Alisha said, urging you on.

“You don’t know us,” you continued passionately.  “Yeah, Nathan can be a gobby shite sometimes, and yeah he can be a little inappropriate, but you don’t know that he’s been there for me when no one else was, or how selfless he can be or how much he cares.  You don’t know how sweet and vulnerable he can be when it's just us, or how much he truly loves me,” you cried, only gaining momentum.

“You don’t know half th’shit he’s been through or why he acts th’way he does.  And I’m proud to say I’m marryin’ him!  So fuck you, you judgemental bitch!”

For a long moment after your tirade, tense silence filled the room, broken only by the hum of the washing machines and the sudden jingle of the bell on the door as someone entered.  One look at the silent standoff going on inside and the guy quickly walked back out.

Finally Ms. Sherman blinked.  “Well, it sounds like you learned your lesson too,” she muttered woodenedly, and the others looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Excuse me?” you scoffed.  “I already felt that way!  You didn’t teach me shit, lady.”

“I suggest you switch our friends’ bodies back now,” Simon interjected calmly, ever the voice of reason.

“Yeah, or [y/n]’ll just do it herself,” Alisha agreed, shrugging.

“What’re you—?” 

Before she could get the rest of her question out, you drew on her power, feeling it rush into you, still amazed at how much stronger it had become.

“You ready?” you asked, turning to Nathan.

“More than ready,” he exclaimed and you nodded, closing your eyes and envisioning yourself back in your own body and him back in his.  When you opened your eyes, you looked down and sighed in relief — you were you and Nathan was Nathan again.

“Oh, thank God!” he cried, rushing forward to scoop you up, folding you into his arms and spinning you round excitedly.  “I’m me again!” he said with a giddy grin before your mouths collided and you kissed him back eagerly, having missed the way his lips felt on yours.

“But how…?” the woman asked, her mouth falling open, Rudy looking just as confused.

“That’s her power,” Simon explained, his lips twitching in amusement.  “She’s the Incredible Leech,” he murmured, remembering Nathan’s terrible superhero name he’d come up with for her.

“Wait, are you sayin’ she’s straight up Rogue from X-men?” Rudy asked, gaping at you.  “That’s fuckin’ awesome.”

“C’mon, we got what we came here for,” you said when Nathan set you back on your feet.  The room still spun slightly and you leaned against Nathan’s side as you made your way back to the door.  “Maybe you should think before meddling in other people’s lives,” you murmured as you passed, giving Ms. Sherman a pointed look before pushing open the door, leaving her rather chastened.

“Who else could use a drink?” Nathan wondered, looking back at your friends, and Rudy, who answered first.

���Y’don’t hafta ask me twice, mate!”

“Sure, let’s go to th’pub,” Simon agreed, wrapping his arm around Alisha’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Right, that’s settled then!” Nathan exclaimed, imitating Simon and slipping his arm around you as you walked, clearing his throat.  “Did uhm, did y’really mean what you said back there, to that old bint?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course I did,” you replied, looking up at him, Nathan snorting softly, a grin playing at his lips.

“You were awful fired up… it was kinda hot.”

Sharing his grin, you slipped your arm around his back.  

“Is it always like that?  The guys chattin’ you up, the creepy inappropriate comments, the starin’?  Some fuckin’ grandpa even pinched my arse!” Nathan exclaimed, indignation thick in his lilting voice.

“Welcome t’bein’ a woman,” you snorted sarcastically.  “Where everyone feels entitled to your body and a smile.”

“I’m sorry…”

Nathan’s words took you by surprise and you quieted.  

“I never realized how… fucked up that is,” he admitted.  “I’m sorry if I… if I’ve ever made y’feel… like that,” he murmured uncomfortably.

“Nathan,” you said, twisting so you could see his downturned face.  “I know you.  I know you’re just jokin’ around most of the time—”

And that most of your behaviour stems from deep rooted trauma…

“—And I can be just as lewd as you most of the time.  Besides, I like it when you act like that in th’bedroom with me,” you laughed, coaxing a small grin back to his face.  “Just… maybe don’t hit on any other girls any more, even if it’s a joke?” you murmured.

“Done!” Nathan agreed quickly, grabbing you hand and bringing it to his lips as you walked.  “Besides… you’re the only girl I want.”

Hoping the others hadn’t overheard how sappy he’d been, he hastily cleared his throat.  “So, I know y’got pretty used t’havin’ a cock an’ all,” he said, back to his usual self, not giving you a chance to respond before continuing.  “But y’know what sounds good?  Gettin’ you home and remindin’ you how nice havin’ a fanny is,” he exclaimed, nudging your arm as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh yeah, it’s great,” you laughed.  “You’re just lucky you didn’t go on th’rag while you were in my body.  That might’ve changed your mind,” you pointed out.

“I thought we were going to the pub?” Simon protested, but Nathan was already threading his fingers with yours and pulling you away from the others.

“Sorry mate, somethin’ came up!” he called with a laugh as you began to run.

“Sound like it was his cock,” Rudy said with an amused giggle, Simon and Alisha turning to direct a disgusted look at him.  “Y’know, cause it—” he began to explain before Alisha rolled her eyes and turned back, pulling Simon with her.

“Yeah, we got it.”

——

“Oh baby, y’feel so tight!  Oh, fuck, I missed this,” Nathan moaned, sliding into you, barely having gotten you through the door before undressing you and stumbling his way to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind.

He was balls deep however when his phone began to ring, skittering across the dresser.

“Ignore it,” you whined, rolling your hips impatiently.

“Wait, it’s my mum!” Nathan cried as he glanced at the tiny screen.  “I gotta take this,” he insisted, bringing the phone to his ear, not even bothering to pull out.

“Mum, hey!”

“Really?” you hissed, laying back with a huff, watching Nathan’s grin slip.

“You’re what?  With him?” he cried, his face going pale as he spluttered.  “Yeah, yeah, fine, I’ll be there,” he muttered, hanging up the phone and letting it drop to the bed, a haunted expression on his face.

“Nathan, what’s wrong?” you asked, frowning up at him in concern.

“My mum’s gettin’ married.”

[seanfalco]

Repeat Offenders | 07. Switched (pt.1)

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k     Warnings: Language, Body Swap a/n: This chapter was based off a request I got a loooong while ago, in which anon asked for a body swap fic with Nathan.  It was getting to be rather long, so I decided to split it into two parts.

[ Sequel to Bad Kids ] [ MASTERLIST ]

A faint sound tickled your consciousness and you groaned softly, shifting in your sleep, or at least trying to.  Cracking open one of your eyes you found Nathan draped atop you, starfished on his stomach, his cheek resting against your chest and you couldn’t help but smile.  Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you felt the ring on your finger and lifted your hand, gaping at it in awe all over again as the events of the night before caught up to you. 

“G’mornin’ Mrs. Young,” Nathan said, lifting his face to blink at you, catching you admiring the ring.

“Mornin’!” you exclaimed, giving a start and quickly dropping your hand.  “Though y’can’t call me that,” you argued playfully.  “We’re not married yet.”

“Aw, c’mon, I like th’sound of it,” Nathan countered around a yawn, pushing himself up to plant a kiss to your lips.

“You have horrible morning breath,” you pointed out, shifting under him.

“So d’you, but y’don’t hear me complainin’ about it.”

Snorting softly, you snaked your arms around his neck, deciding you wanted to kiss him anyway.  Before your lips could reconnect however, Nathan’s phone vibrated atop the dresser next to the bed and you realized that had been the sound that had awoken you earlier.

“Kinda busy, mate!” Nathan groaned, trying to ignore it.

“I think they tried calling earlier,” you mumbled, reaching up to grab the phone.

“[y/n]!” Nathan whined, missing your lips as you pushed yourself up.  “They can wait a little longer,” he argued, contenting himself with pressing his lips to your shoulder, kissing you wherever he could reach.

“Oh, my God,” you exclaimed as you saw the number of missed calls.  “Simon called you like five times.”

“No don’t—“ 

Before Nathan could finish his protest, you dialed the number and brought the phone to your ear.  “It could be important,” you hissed, covering the microphone in case Simon answered while you were still talking.

“Hey, Simon,” you greeted, quickly cutting your conversation with Nathan short when he answered right away.  “Guess what!  We have some news—wait, what?” you exclaimed as Simon interrupted you with news of his own.

“What is it?” Nathan asked, rolling over and reaching for the phone as you fended him off, trying to listen to Simon’s story.

“No!” you cried, “oh my God, is she okay?”

“Who?  What, c’mon!” Nathan whined, switching tactics, his fingers going for your most ticklish spots.

“Nathan, stop!” you gasped, holding the phone away from your ear as you fought not to laugh.

“Tell me what’s goin’ on and I’ll stop,” he said, grinning as you squirmed next to him.

“Alright, alright!” you cried, giving in.  “The others got caught riding in a nicked car and they’re back in community service, but not before Alisha was almost killed,” you explained, bringing the phone back to your ear as Nathan fell to his back, raucous laughter pouring from him, loud enough that Simon could hear.

“Oh, th’fuckin’ irony!” he cried with mirth, no doubt marveling at his luck that the two of you hadn’t been caught up in their antics this time.

“Yes, it’s very amusing,” Simon sighed, unamused.  “But enough about that, what was your news?” he asked, jogging your memory.

“Oh!  Right, yeah.  Actually, uhm, Nathan and I got engaged,” you answered, trying not to sound too gleeful in the face of the others’ not so stellar announcement.

“Wait, really?” Simon asked, his voice brightening.  “That-that’s wonderful, [y/n].  Congratulations!”

Nathan’s laughter seemed to have died down and you turned your head to look at him, finding him watching you, a dazed grin on his face, as if he too couldn’t quite believe you’d said yes this time.  In the background you could hear Simon relaying the news to Alisha before there was a flurry of static and suddenly her voice was in your ear.

“Oh my God, that’s amazin’, [y/n]!  I’m so happy for you!  We should do somethin’ t’celebrate,” Lisha exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you agreed, melting as you felt Nathan’s lips press to your shoulder again, impatiently trying to catch your attention.  “Uhm, I hafta work this morning, but I’ll stop by the Community Center when I’m done,” you offered.

“Good, cause I wanna see the ring.  He did give you a real ring this time, didn’t he?” she demanded, bringing a laugh to your lips.

“Yes, he got me a real ring this time.  I’ll show you and Kels.”

Bidding Alisha goodbye, you hung up just in time, your breath catching as Nathan nipped at your neck.

“Took yeh long enough,” he mumbled between kisses.  

“Really?” you laughed as Nathan rolled atop you, pinning you under him.  “We just shagged before bed!”

“Yeah, so?  I’m horny again!  Aren’t you?” he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow at you.

“Nathan, you’re gunna make me late for work,” you protested, though there wasn’t much force behind your words, the telltale ache between your legs growing stronger.

“That wasn’t a no,” he pointed out with a cheeky smirk.  “Besides, I can be quick.”

——

True to his word, not five minutes later you were out of bed and hurrying to get a quick shower in before leaving.  

Luckily, your shift at the convenience store went by relatively quickly, your workmates and the regulars all congratulating you on your engagement as soon as they caught sight of the ring on your finger, and soon you were on your way to the Community Center.

“Wow, this is like deja vu,” you exclaimed as you found the others suited up in their orange jumpsuits, trash pickers and brooms in hand.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Kelly scoffed, throwing her dark ponytail over her shoulder.  “How’d you hear about it then?”

“Simon called,” you answered and he flashed a sheepish grin at the others.

“Ugh, it’s such bullshit!” Kelly growled, spearing a piece of trash with more force than necessary.  “We didn’t even do anythin’ wrong.  It was that stupid arsehole’s fault we’re even back here at all,” she cried, throwing her hands up.

“What arsehole?” you asked.  “Simon only told me bits and pieces.”

“His name’s Rudy,” Simon answered before Kelly could continue her tirade.  “We didn’t know the car was stolen when he offered us a ride.”

“That sucks,” you murmured.  It really was a classic example of being caught in the wrong place at the wrong time — just straight up bad luck.  Speaking of luck…  “Where was Nikki?” you wondered, glancing at Curtis.  “Maybe you should keep her close and hope her new good luck powers rub off on you.”

Curtis snorted, rolling his eyes.  “I’m more surprised you and that prick haven’t ended up back here yet,” he scoffed, ignoring the scandalized expression you wore.

“And what’s that s’posed t’mean?” you demanded, propping your hands on your hips.

“Probably from all the public displays of affection you two tend t’get caught in,” Alisha teased with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, c’mon!  We’ve never been caught,” you laughed.

“Speakin’ of Nathan, where is he?” Kelly asked, leaning back against the railing with her arms crossed.

“He’s… working,” you answered, failing to mention what he was working on, not exactly in the mood to listen to your friends laugh at his plans to become a magician at the moment.

“Oh, well—what is that?” Kelly demanded, interrupting herself to grab your left hand and bring it closer as she spied the ring.  “You got fuckin’ engaged for real and you didn’t tell me?” she cried, moving your hand this way and that to catch the light, the emerald on your finger glittering brilliantly.  “Look at that, it’s fuckin’ gorgeous is what it is,” she murmured distractedly.

“It only happened last night,” you protested, though your lips twitched with affection.  “I didn’t exactly have time t’tell anyone.”

“You haven’t told your dad yet?” Alisha asked, though she had a feeling she knew the answer.

“No,” you scoffed as Kelly let Alisha lean in to see the ring.  “I still haven’t decided if I even wanna tell him at all—”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?  Slackin’ on th’job, are we?” 

A familiar bored drawl behind you brought a groan to your lips and you turned to find your old probation worker, Shaun, stepping out of the Community Center.

“Who said you could stand around and run off at th’mouth?  Piss off and get back t’work,” he exclaimed, making a shooing motion at your friends who slowly scattered, getting back to work.

“And you,” Shaun said, turning his gaze on you.  “What’re you doin’ here, hmm?” he asked.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you stared back defiantly.  “Last I checked, this is the Community Center, innit?  Well, I’m part of th’Community.”

“Very funny,” Shaun drawled, smacking his lips as he chewed his gum, his eyes flicking down and back up, bringing a sour twist to your lips.  

“Surprised you’re not back in orange yet,” he mused.  “You and that obnoxious curly haired git,” he added before looking thoughtful, raising an eyebrow at you appraisingly.  “You’re not still with that loser, are you?  Cause, uh…”

“He’s a lot less of a loser than you are,” you countered, cutting him off before having to listen to whatever sleazy pick up line he was going to use on you, flipping him the bird with your left hand so he could see your ring clearly before turning and striding away as he looked on incredulously.

“Right… some other time then?” he called after you, but you were already heading in the direction Alisha and Kelly had gone in.

“Fuck that guy, seriously.  I think he’s gotten even creepier than th’last time,” Alisha muttered as you caught up with them.

“Yeah, no kidding,” you agreed as Kelly scowled.

“Speakin’ of arseholes…” she grumbled and you followed her gaze, watching as a guy in a grey suit got out of his car not far from where you stood.  It took you a second to recognize him as Seth, the guy who bought and sold powers.

“C’mere,” Kelly hissed, pulling you and Alisha to the side, hiding from view as he pulled a bouquet of white flowers from his car and headed for the graveyard.  As soon as he was out of sight Kelly took off after him.

“Where are you goin’?” Alisha called, getting no answer.  Shrugging, the two of you hurried after her, crouching down when Seth came back into view, stopping in front of a gravestone not far away and setting the bouquet on it.

“So, you wanna tell us what’s goin’ on?” Alisha asked, glancing at Kelly.  “Why are we followin’ him?”

“I just wanna know what he’s doin’,” she said, creeping closer as he turned and walked away.

It didn’t take long to find the headstone he’d been visiting.  Shannon Speers, it read, and you wondered who she was, and who she was to him.

“Oh my God, you fancy him, don’t you?” Alisha gasped as she watched Kelly and you turned back to them, catching her wistfully watching Seth’s retreating form.

“You totally fancy him,” you agreed, sharing a grin with Alisha.

“Oh shut up,” Kelly scoffed.  “He’s just a dick that won’t give me a different power.  This rocket science one blows,” she muttered, kicking a rock as she turned and walked away, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Hanging back, you walked with Alisha back toward the Community Center, leaving Kelly to her thoughts.  

“Hey, so, I had an idea, but don’t tell Kelly.  I don’t want her t’feel left out,” Alisha said, her voice hushed.

“Yeah, okay.  What is it?” you asked hesitantly, wondering what it could be.

“D’you wanna maybe get lunch tomorrow, y’know, t’celebrate?  Like th’four of us—you, Nathan, me, and Simon?” she asked, the question taking you by surprise.

“Like… a double date?”

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging as her eyes drifted toward her feet.  “We don’t really have a lot of friends that are couples.  I mean, besides Curtis and Nikki, but that would be really awkward.  I dunno, I just thought it might be nice,” she murmured, glancing up to see your reaction.  “As long as Nathan behaves himself,” she added and you grinned.

“You know he won’t,” you laughed.  “But, it does sound nice.”

——

“I can’t believe you agreed t’this,” Nathan whined at your side as you crossed the street, the restaurant Alisha had picked coming into view.

“I thought it’d be nice—”

“It’s gunna be awkward is what it’s gunna be,” Nathan cried.

“Oh, c’mon, I thought you liked Simon now.  ‘The little fella grows on yeh, doesn’t he?’” you countered, recalling what he’d said about Simon when you’d been trying to save him from Jessica, his first girlfriend.

“Yeah, I do, but—”

“Then what’s the problem?” you asked, stopping outside the restaurant and turning to him.

“I’ve just— I’ve never been on a double date before,” he groaned.  “It’s gunna be weird.”

Your lips twitched as you fought back a grin, not wanting Nathan to think you were laughing at him.  “Don’t think of it like that,” you suggested, taking his hands in yours.  “Think of it as four friends hanging out, like when we’re all at th’pub together, except Kelly and Curtis can’t make it.”

Nathan looked doubtful for a moment before nodding.  “Alright, I think I can do that,” he said and you finally let yourself grin.

“C’mon, I think they already have a table,” you murmured, catching sight of your friends inside.  “Hey!” you greeted cheerfully as you joined Simon and Alisha, Nathan sliding into the booth next to you.  “Hope you weren’t waiting long…”

“Oh, no, we just sat down before you got here,” Alisha assured you.

“Good, good,” you murmured as the waitress came to take your drink orders and pass out menus.

“So, what’s good here?” Nathan asked, flipping the menu open.

“The special for today is th’fish and chips,” the waitress explained as Nathan stretched distractedly, his shirt lifting slightly before dropping his arm around your shoulders while his eyes lingered at her cleavage.

“Yeah, but it is any good?” he asked again.  “I’ve had some really shite fish and chips before.”

The waitress looked ready to roll her eyes, though she refrained, plastering a forced grin to her lips.  “Yeah, I’ve had them, they’re good,” she answered.

“Great!” Nathan exclaimed, ignoring her empty smile, shutting the menu and leaning back.  “I’ll have that and a pint then, and I’ll know who t’blame if it sucks,” he joked, though the waitress didn’t look particularly amused.

Once she took the rest of your orders, you reached for your water glass, everyone doing the same as an awkward silence fell over the table until Simon finally broke it, Alisha nudging him in the ribs.

“So!” he exclaimed, clearing his throat, bringing Nathan’s attention back to the table.  “[y/n] didn’t mention how you proposed,” he began and Nathan’s brows shot up, a panic-stricken expression crossing his features.  

The moment leading up to his proposal had been a rather vulnerable one for him, he’d really laid himself bare for you, and while he trusted you enough to open up like that, he wasn’t exactly ready to show that side to your friends.

“Oh.  Oh yeah, it was romantic as fuck, man,” he exclaimed with his usual bravado.  “Then I took her home and shagged her brains out!”

Alisha snorted, unsurprised at his answer, while Simon shook his head fondly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

It took you a moment to figure out who’d muttered under their breath, but one glance at the woman at the table across the aisle and you could tell she’d been the one eavesdropping on your conversation, a sour look on her face.

Before anyone could say anything more, the waitress returned with your food, setting your plates on the table.

“Thanks sweet cheeks!” Nathan exclaimed, earning an eye roll from the waitress this time and another disapproving glare from the woman at the table.

Taking a long draw from his beer, Nathan didn’t hold back the loud belch that sprung to his lips before taking a large bite of the crispy battered fish.  “Well, shit, guess she was right,” he murmured, sucking the grease from his fingers.  “Y’know how much I love some good fish,” he teased, nudging your arm as he waggled his eyebrows at you playfully.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, though you couldn’t keep the stupid grin from your face that Nathan always managed to coax out when he was goofing off.

“Speakin’ of!” he continued, turning back to Simon.  “Did yeh ever try out that little trick I told yeh about, with the Fisherman’s Friend?” he asked.

At his question, Simon turned rather pale, his eyes darting to Alisha at his side and back to Nathan.  

“Oh, you’re th’one who told him t’do that?  I should’ve known!” Alisha exclaimed.

“Wait, did you actually try it?” Nathan asked, giggling gleefully.

“God, no!” Lisha cried.  “I’d probably end up with a UTI or somethin’.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Nathan argued.  “I’ve never had any complaints before!  You’re just afraid of pleasure, that’s what.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Alisha countered.  “And exactly how many times has [y/n] let you use that little trick on her, huh?” she asked knowingly.

“Well, none, but—”

“See!  I rest my case,” Alisha said, sharing an amused grin with you.

“Yeah, except-except I don’t need gimmicks like that t’pleasure [y/n], just my raw sexual prowess!”

Alisha barked an incredulous laugh before the two continued their back and forth banter, Simon looking increasingly uncomfortable the longer it went on.

Feeling eyes on you, you let your gaze roam the room, searching for the culprit.  Glancing over to the table across from you, you caught the woman there once more staring at you, silent judgement rolling off her in waves and you scowled, returning your attention to your meal.

When the waitress returned, Nathan flashed her a grin, his eyes once more flicking down her blouse as she leaned over to gather your empty dishes.  “You were right.  Th’special was great!” he exclaimed.  “Guess you’re off th’hook after all,” he joked, and you bristled slightly as this time she flushed.

“I’ll be back with your check.”

As soon as she walked away, Nathan leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially to Simon.  “Did yeh get a load of that rack, Barry?” he asked, giving a low whistle which turned into a pained yelp as Alisha kicked his shin under the table.

“Are you seriously eyeing up another woman with your fiance right next to you?” she hissed and Nathan turned to you, wearing a sheepish grin.

“I mean, sure her tits were lovely, but nowhere near as perfect as yours, [y/n], m’love,” he exclaimed, leaning in to steal a kiss while boldly feeling you up.

“Nice save,” you murmured against his lips, pulling back to give him a wry look.

“You love me,” Nathan countered cheekily, completely confident.

“Yeah, you’re lucky…”

It was the distinct tingling sensation when someone was using their powers nearby, like your skin crawling, that caught your attention, pulling your eyes past Nathan, straight to the nosy woman across from you.

“You like her tits so much?  Let’s see how much you really like them,” she muttered under her breath and you frowned.

“Excuse me?” you asked, speaking up and drawing the others’ attention as well.  “Do you have a problem?” you demanded, your anger growing as she looked down her nose at you.

How dare she sit there and judge you?

“Yeah, my problem is your boyfriend’s a misogynistic pig, and you don’t even seem t’mind!” she exclaimed, standing up, her chair scraping back with a sharp squeal.

“Actually, I’m her fiance,” Nathan exclaimed, amusement written all over his face.  “At least get it right if you’re gunna insult me.  And really, as far as insults go, that was pretty weak,” he laughed.

The woman looked at you aghast, as if she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.  “You’re really marrying this prick?”

A wave of stubborn pride swept over you and you set your jaw, staring her down.

“Yeah, I am.  What’s it to you?”

“Yeah, what th’fuck, lady?  I’ll have you know th’ladies love me, especially [y/n], and I didn’t even hafta get her really drunk first,” Nathan announced and you groaned.

“I don’t think that’s really helping your case, Nathan,” Simon said, glancing between him and the woman.  

Scoffing, she shook her head and your skin began to tingle again.  “I’ve heard enough.  You need t’learn some self respect,” she exclaimed, pointing at you, “and you need t’learn how t’treat women,” she finished, swinging her finger toward Nathan.

“Oh, I know how t’treat ‘em, alright,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Without another word, the woman fixed you with one last withering glare before stalking toward the door and disappearing.

“I could’ve sworn she had a power she was getting ready to use on us,” you muttered, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Well, if so, that was pretty anticlimactic,” Nathan chuckled, popping a fry into his mouth.

“What was her deal?” Alisha scoffed.  “I mean, yeah, Nathan’s a gobby little shit, but he was a judgy bitch.  Like, mind your own business.”

Simon nodded in agreement, but didn’t speak, sharing a worried look with you across the table.

——

“Well, besides that preachy old biddy, that didn’t go so bad,” Nathan exclaimed cheerfully as he walked next to you, his arm slung over your shoulders.

Despite the lingering sense of unease you couldn’t quite shake, you had to admit it wasn’t the worst date you’d been on.  In fact, after that strange confrontation the rest of your afternoon together had been pretty enjoyable—you’d never thought Nathan and Alisha would get on so well, and Simon even cracked some pretty good jokes.

“So, what d’ya wanna do when we get home?” Nathan asked as you began to climb the stairs to your flat, the suggestive tone to his question telling you exactly what he wanted to do.

“Hmm, I dunno, maybe watch a movie and cuddle,” you mused, managing to keep a straight face as Nathan turned to gape at you.

“Naked cuddling though, right?” he asked, stopping in front of the door to your flat.

“We’ll see…” you murmured, unlocking the door and pushing it open without looking at him.

“What?” Nathan yelped, hurrying in after you.  “Is this punishment for sayin’ that waitress had a nice rack?” he exclaimed, stepping in front of you to block your path. “Are you jealous?” he asked, his lips quirking slightly as he caught sight of the petulant look on your face.

“Maybe,” you huffed, trying to step past him.  “You don’t have t’look so smug about it.”

“Oh, baby,” he cried dramatically, catching your shoulder.  “I’m a guy, we’re physically obligated to check out a nice set of tits,” he argued, holding his hands in front of his chest as if supporting a pair of breasts.  “Besides, I saw you lookin’ too,” he muttered, quickly holding you in place when you opened your mouth angrily.

“I meant it when I said yours were perfect,” he continued, flashing you that disarming grin you loved so much.  “Yeah, I may look at others, but yours are th’only ones I wanna touch… and suck on… and worship,” he said, emphasizing each word til your lips twitched.

“You love me,” he reminded you cheekily, and you finally broke down and returned his smirk, pushing him backwards toward the bedroom.

“You’re lucky…”

“Don’t I know it.”

——

After your rather tiring romp, you’d collapsed next to Nathan, too exhausted even to put on a movie to fall asleep to, and soon he was snoring softly in your ear, his arm draped over your waist as he instinctively curled around your body.

Waking suddenly, you groaned.  You’d dreamed of the strange woman from the restaurant accosting you all over again, and your heart still pounded in your chest as you looked around the dark room, unable to make out much more than shapes as your brain finally realized it had only been a dream and your breathing began to slow.

Sighing, you ran your hand down Nathan’s back and froze.  He felt different.  Softer.  Frowning, you squinted through the darkness, trying to make out his face, only to let out a yelp as you felt a breast press against you, and then another cry as you heard the sound of your voice, deeper.

“What th’fuck?” you exclaimed, struggling to sit up, the voice coming from your lips edged with a familiar Irish lilt.  

That’s when you felt it, something foreign between your legs, turning stiff as the body next to you squirmed, and pressed closer, a soft moan escaping their lips as their hand absentmindedly trailed down your body.

Suddenly they too stiffened as the thing between your legs pressed against them and suddenly they scrambled away, a horrified scream catching in their throat.

“[y/n]?!  Why d’you have a cock??” 

The hoarse voice that met your ears was none other than your own and you jumped from the bed as well, reaching for the lamp, flooding the room with light.

Once you could see, you let out a choked scream.  It was you standing across from you on the opposite side of the bed, your hair sleep tousled and your eyes wide and staring.  Feeling light headed, you slowly looked down and nearly screamed again.  The sight that met you was none other than Nathan’s body.  You’d know that line of stars down his hip and the cock that was now still semi-hard, dangling between your long legs.  Grabbing your face you felt stubble under your palms and you ran to the bathroom, Nathan’s frightened face staring back at you in the mirror — the same green eyes and dark curls you loved so much.

“What th’fuck?” you cried again, turning back to find your body still rooted in place, your hands giving your breasts an experimental squeeze.

“Nathan?” you asked and your head whipped up to look at you.  

“Y-Yeah?” he replied with your voice.

“This-this is a dream, right?” you asked, his voice coming from your lips, his lips, cracking.

“I sure fuckin’ hope so!” he cried.  “I don’t wanna be stuck as a chick forever!  Though…” —pausing, he once more fondled himself— “this is kinda nice.”

“Nathan!” you snapped, scowling at him.

“What?” he asked, letting his hands roam lower, delving between his thighs.  “You can touch me, er, you if y’want.  I won’t mind,” he said, smirking slightly.

“This isn’t the time for jokes!” you cried, hurrying to find a shirt and some boxers.  “We have t’figure out how t’switch back!  Ugh, how long does it take for this t’go away?” you asked, gesturing to the semi you were still sporting.

“Are you seriously gettin’ turned on lookin’ at your own naked body?  I mean, no judgement, it is pretty hot—”

“No!”

“Well, y’could wank one out, that usually does th’trick,” he suggested with a shrug.

“I’m not havin’ a wank in your body!” you huffed, pulling one of his t-shirts over your head and rifling around for a pair of clean underwear.

“Why not?  I’m tempted t’flick the ol’ bean.  I wanna know what it feels like.”

“Don’t.  You.  Dare,” you said, circling the bed to grab his arm, pulling his hand from your sex.

“Oh, c’mon!  If I’m stuck in this body, I wanna have some fun with it,” he argued.

“That’s it, I’m calling Simon.  Maybe he’ll know what t’do,” you exclaimed, reaching for your cell phone.

“What, no!  I don’t want him t’see me like this!”

“I knew that woman had a power.  I knew it.  I bet she did this to us!  All her talk of learning lessons—” you grumbled as you held the phone to your ear.  “You just had t’go and piss her off.”

“Me?” Nathan gasped incredulously.  “I didn’t do anything!”

“...Hello?” Simon answered after several rings, his voice groggy.

“Oh Simon, thank God!  We’ve got a bit of a problem—”

“Nathan?” he asked, interrupting you.

“Ugh, does he know what time it is?” Alisha huffed in the background and you winced.

“Simon, this isn’t Nathan… this is [y/n],” you said, unsure how exactly to break the situation to him.

There was a long silence, filled with the sound of rustling, as if he were struggling to get up.

“[y/n], why do you sound like Nathan?” he finally asked and you bit your lip.

“Probably because I woke up in his body.”

“What?” Alisha cried in the background and you wondered if you were on speaker phone.

“Does that mean… Nathan’s in your body?” Simon asked hesitantly.

“Bingo!  It’s like Freaky Friday without Jamie Lee Curtis over here!” Nathan exclaimed, grabbing the phone.  “Y’gotta help us fix this!  As much as I’m likin’ the view right now, I don’t wanna be stuck as a chick forever!” he cried.

“Yeah, I don’t really fancy bein’ a guy either,” you grumbled, snatching the phone back from Nathan with a scowl.  “I think that woman from the restaurant had something t’do with this,” you said, pinching the bridge of Nathan’s nose.  “I felt someone using a power.  It had to have been her.”

“It does seem like the most probable explanation,” Simon agreed.  “There’s not much we can do about it right now, though.  We’ll meet up at the Community Center later and make a plan.”

“Yeah, alright,” you sighed.  “See you later.”

“Well, are they gunna help us or what?” Nathan demanded as you hung up the phone.

“We’re gunna meet later to figure out what t’do.”

“Later?” Nathan yelped.  “What are we s’posed t’do til then?”

“I dunno, go back t’sleep?” you suggested, throwing your hands up while Nathan looked thoughtful. 

“We could explore our new bodies,” he said again, waggling his eyebrows.

“Actually, I have t’pee…” you admitted reluctantly, glancing downward, and Nathan snorted.

“Well, go on, refamiliarize yourself with The Beast,” he chuckled.  “Just make sure t’aim or you’ll piss all over yourself, ‘specially with that wood.”

“Gee thanks,” you grumbled, brushing past him to the bathroom.  Taking a deep breath, you lifted the toilet seat and freed your—Nathan’s cock, gripping it gently as you lined yourself up.  “Alright… here goes nothin’,” you muttered, aiming for the bowl.  For a moment you thought you were gunna overshoot, the stream extra pressurized, but after a moment you got the hang of it.

“That’ wasn’t so bad,” you said as you came back out to the room, finding Nathan admiring himself in front of the mirror.  “Enjoying the view?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“You have no idea,” he exclaimed distractedly, running his hands down his—your chest.  “You should get your nipples pierced,” he mused.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” you replied dryly, getting back in bed.

“Aw, c’mon, [y/n], are y’mad?” he asked, crawling in next to you, reaching out to touch you before seeming to change his mind.

“I mean, it is kinda your fault we’re in this mess,” you grumbled, turning your back to him and yanking the sheet over your shoulder.

“My fault!” he cried, and you could feel his gaze boring into your back.  “Well, excuse me!  We wouldn’t even have been there if you hadn’t agreed to that stupid doubt date in th’first place!” he countered.

“Y’know what…” you muttered, throwing back the covers.  “I’m gunna sleep on the couch.”

Nathan opened his mouth, probably to call you back before crossing his arms over your chest and shutting his mouth again stubbornly.

If he heard you out there crying, he didn’t come out to comfort you.

——

“You gotta be shittin’ me!” Curtis exclaimed, nearly doubled over with laughter.

“Oh yeah, really funny.  Say’s th’guy whose power is t’turn into a chick on command,” Nathan snapped as you all gathered on the roof, like old times.

“Yeah, but at least I can change back whenever I want to,” Curtis countered, sobering.

“We have t’find th’lady who did this!” you exclaimed, looking around at your friends.

“Yeah, Barry!  Use your powers t’figure out where that crusty old cunt is,” Nathan demanded.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Simon replied.  “I have no control over the visions I get.  They just come t’me.”

“Real useful you are,” Nathan sneered, turning away to kick a stray beer can across the roof.

“Alisha, how about you?” you asked.  “Can you look through her eyes and see where she is?”

“I already tried,” you sighed, shaking her head.  “I didn’t recognize th’place, but I’ll keep checking.”

“Maybe you should go back to th’restaurant,” Kelly suggested, looking between you and Nathan.  “Maybe they know who she is.  She could be a regular.”

“That’s actually a really good idea,” you said, glad to have at least one possible lead.

“We’ll go with yeh, if y’want,” Kelly offered.  “Y’might need some back up.”

“Perfect, let’s—”

Before you could finish, the roof access door swung open and a rather tall skinny fellow covered in tattoos sauntered out.

“Ah, there yeh are!” he exclaimed jovially, clapping Curtis on the shoulder as his gaze took all of you in.  “Wondered where yeh’d run off to.  Now, who wants t’get a drink?” he asked, his eyes suddenly lighting up as they fell on Nathan in your body.  “Well, hello there,” he mused, taking Nathan’s hand while openly eyeing your body up.  “What say you we get a couple drinks and go back t’yours, ey?”

“Oh fuck no!” Nathan cried in disgust, yanking his hand free and scampering to your side.  “Even if I were a girl, I wouldn’t be interested!”

“Am I missin’ somethin’?” the guy asked, looking around in confusion while Curtis lost his shit, unable to stop his laughter.

“Rudy; [y/n], Nathan.  [y/n], Nathan; Rudy,” Kelly introduced.

“This the prick with the stolen car?” you asked, glancing at Alisha.

“That’s him,” she answered wryly, crossing her arms.

“Lovely t’meet you both, but ehm, I’m still a wee bit confused,” Rudy said, pointing at Nathan.  “Is she… not a she?”

Kelly rolled her eyes.  “It’s complicated, yeah?  Nathan had t’open his gob and piss off this old bint with powers yesterday, and now their bodies have been swapped,” she explained.

“Ohhh, my apologies,” Rudy exclaimed before turning toward you.  “So when yeh get unswapped, how about that drink?  I’m really good at anal,” he added conspiratorially.

“Excuse you!” Nathan cried, pushing between you and Rudy.  “I’d thank yeh t’stop hittin’ on my fiance!” he yelped, holding up his—your hand to show off the ring.

“Wait, you’re together?” Rudy asked, deflating.  “That’s disappointing.”

Scowling, Nathan pulled you toward the door as the others filed down the stairwell, Rudy trailing behind wearing a shit eating grin.  “So what’s it like bein’ stuck in such a bangin’ body, mate?”

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Repeat Offenders | 06. Dinner with Mike

[gif credit — @/santacarlahorrorshow]

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k     Warnings: Not much this chapter, just the usual: language, mention of blood, mild sexual content a/n: Woo, it’s been a while since the last update, hope you guys are still excited for this fic. 

[ Sequel to Bad Kids ] [ MASTERLIST ]

“How many times do I hafta apologize?” Nathan griped as you stepped off the plane and back into London City airport.

“At least once more,” you grumbled under your breath, not even turning to look at him.

“C’mon [y/n], I’m sorry, okay?” Nathan cried, letting his arms drop heavily to his sides.  When you still didn’t spare him so much as a glance, he quickly stepped ahead of you, blocking your path and catching your shoulders with his hands, forcing you to stop.

“Will y’just— look at me!” he exclaimed exasperatedly.  “It wasn’t my fault, okay?”

He knew instantly that that was the wrong thing to say as soon as your brows furrowed deeper.  

“Nathan, can we not talk about this right now?” you hissed wearily, pinching the bridge of your nose as people streamed past you, giving the pair of you curious looks. 

“Wha— why not?” he asked, pleading with you with those large green puppy dog eyes he knew usually got him anything he wanted, and you sighed.

“Because we’re in the middle of the airport and I’m tired and hungry, and I really want a shower.”

At your words, Nathan’s grasp on your shoulders loosened and he ducked his shaggy head sheepishly.  After the whole ordeal he’d put you through in the past forty eight hours, you had a right to be upset.  The rest of your relaxing vacation had been spent bailing his sweet ass out of the American prison system—not exactly the way you’d hoped to spend your last days in Vegas.

Luckily you’d been able to guilt Nikki into giving up her winnings to pay for Nathan’s bail, reminding her if it weren’t for you she’d be dead right about now.  That had swayed her, but she hadn’t been happy about it, not that you really gave a rat’s ass about what she thought anyway.  By now however, Nathan was probably wanted by the state of Nevada for skipping out on bail and leaving the country before his court date, but if you had it your way, you’d probably never go back to Vegas anyway.  

The rest of the cab ride home was wrought with tense silence, Nathan chewing his lip and glancing back over at you every few minutes, looking as if he wanted to say something, but thinking better of it.  

You never thought you’d be so happy to return to your dingy little flat, but as soon as you entered, the smell hit you.  

“Oh, my God, what is that?” you exclaimed, clapping your hand over your nose and mouth, the stench nearly making you gag, and Nathan blanched.

“Shit…” he hissed, the word drawing your gaze and you narrowed your eyes.  “I might’ve… forgotten t’take the trash out before we left,” Nathan admitted, grimacing, as if waiting for you to explode.  Taking a deep breath, you merely pushed past him back to the bedroom, emptying your bag into the hamper and starting the water in the shower.

“[y/n]?” Nathan called, watching you through the open door.  “Are y’mad?” he asked hesitantly, flinching as you looked at him.

“Why would I be mad?” you asked flatly, and Nathan blanched further.  “I’m gunna take a shower.  I hope it doesn’t still smell like death when I get out,” you added pointedly, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Right, yeah, I’ll get it sorted!” Nathan exclaimed, his gaze following you for a moment, wishing he could be showering with you instead.

——

As [y/n] disappeared into the bathroom, Nathan finally tore his eyes away and headed back out to the kitchen.  Pulling the overflowing bin out, he pinched his nose, holding his breath after nearly retching at the full force of the smell, the odor dizzying in its intensity.

“Oh fuck, that’s terrible,” he muttered, gagging even with his nose plugged, quickly hauling the bag out to the trash chute.  

By the time he returned, the shower was already off.  “Shit shit shit,” Nathan muttered under his breath, not exactly wanting to let [y/n] down.  Maybe if he fixed his mess and made her some dinner he’d be out of the dog house, hoping for a little make up shag.  It was always kinda hot when she was a little pissy; she tended to be a little rougher, and Nathan couldn’t help but admit he liked that.

Opening the windows to air out the trash smell he desperately looked for the can of air freshener, before realizing he could just use his power, snapping his fingers and making it smell like a fresh field of wildflowers as soon as [y/n] walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped round her.

“How’s that?” Nathan asked, flopping down onto the bed as [y/n] looked through the dresser.  “Smell better?” he tried again when she didn’t answer.  “I told yeh I’d get it sorted,” he boasted, watching her change.

“Yep,” [y/n] finally replied, turning away from him as she let the towel fall.  

“That’s it?  One word?” Nathan yelped, pushing himself up exasperatedly.  “C’mon [y/n],” he whined.  “Y’can’t be mad at me forever!”

Sighing, [y/n] turned to look at him, half dressed.  “I think I’m allowed to be a little pissed off still,” she countered.  “The romantic, relaxing vacation I was promised became none of those things and I’m frustrated, okay?”

“I didn’t mean for that t’happen!” Nathan cried, reaching for her, taking her hands in his.  “I’m sorry, okay!  I fucked up!  What d’you want me t’say?”

For a moment he thought she was gunna pull away from him, but she didn’t.  That didn’t make his stomach stop churning, however, as he waited for a response.

“I know.  I know you didn’t do any of that on purpose,” [y/n] huffed.  “But that’s not an excuse.  Just because you didn’t mean for it t’happen doesn’t just erase the fact that it did.”

Nathan flinched, knowing she had a point.  

“Just tell me what I hafta do t’fix it!”

“I just need some time t’calm down, Nathan,” [y/n] exclaimed with a sigh.  “I’m so tired.  And I don’t wanna argue anymore.”

“Okay.  Okay, I can do that,” he insisted, shaking his head.  “You lay down… and I’ll find us somethin’ to eat,” he exclaimed, holding his hands up.  All he wanted was to make thing go back to normal.

That was th’reason y’took that trip in the first place, remember?  Nathan thought sourly as he left the room so [y/n] could get some rest.

Was this how the rest of their relationship was destined to go?  Him trying to make up for something stupid he’d done, only to make things even worse?  

Standing in front of the fridge, Nathan found he wasn’t really hungry anymore, too worried to even think about eating.

What if after everything they’d been through [y/n] still broke up with him? 

——

The next day you woke with a start and quickly looked around.  Luckily, you didn’t have to work, or you’d have been late, the clock next to the bed reading almost noon.  “Jesus, how long did I sleep?” you muttered, unable to remember exactly how early it’d been when you’d dozed off.  You recalled taking a shower and then laying down after Nathan—shit, Nathan!  

He wasn’t in bed.  That wasn’t normal.  He probably thought you were still pissed at him, you thought, quickly getting up to search for him.  Were you still pissed at him? you wondered, finding your temper had cooled somewhat.

However, upon stepping into the kitchen your frustration returned tenfold.

“Nathan, what th’fuck are you doing?” you exclaimed, gaping at the counter, covered with dirty dishes, batter, and eggshells.

“Oh!  [y/n], you’re awake!” he yelped, springing to face you.  “I was… makin’ breakfast… er, well, breakfast for lunch, and I got a little carried away, but I’ll clean it up, I promise!” he exclaimed hastily, under your unimpressed stare.

“See, look!” he said, waving his hand with a flourish, the mess magically disappearing.  “No harm done.  Am I a genius, or am I a genius?” 

Moving toward the counter, you inspected it, your arms crossed over your chest.  “I dunno, seems a little like cheatin’ to me,” you muttered, Nathan’s mouth dropping.

“Cheating?” Nathan cried.  “Aw, c’mon [y/n], we have these powers for a reason!  We’re supposed t’use ‘em,” he argued, though you still looked doubtful.  “Speakin of powers—” Nathan quickly continued, handing you a plate of slightly burnt pancakes.  “I’ve been thinkin’ about my magic act.”

“Magic act?” you asked as you sat down, pouring syrup over your pancakes, hoping enough of it would make them edible.

“Yeah!” Nathan exclaimed excitedly.  “I wasn’t lyin’ when I told yeh I always wanted t’be a magician.  I’m tellin’ yeh, this is our ticket to th’big time.  We’ll be rakin’ in th’cash!”

Though you were still annoyed with him, he looked so excited about this that you didn’t have the heart to tease him, even if you were unsure if his idea would be as profitable as he seemed to think.  Tilting your head, you signaled him to continue, taking a bite of your pancakes.  Despite the burnt crispy edges, they weren’t half bad.

“So, for my stage name, I was thinkin’ The Great Nathan-o… Th’Great… Nathanan-o…” he paused to frown, clearly deep in thought, his mouth making a confused looking “o” shape as if he were trying to somehow make it work before he waved the thought away.  “Well, it’s a work in progress, I’ll think of somethin’,” he exclaimed dismissively.

“What sort of tricks would you be doing?” you asked, getting up to find something to drink.

“Oh, y’know the usual, except flashier!  I already know I can pull a rabbit out of my arse, though it’s not exactly pleasant, and the casino guards weren’t all that impressed,” Nathan muttered as you listened, slightly horrified.

Noticing the look on your face, he frowned.  “I probably won’t do that one, but c’mon [y/n], won’t you be my sexy assistant?” he asked, taking your hands to gaze at you imploringly, the look in his emerald eyes chipping away at your anger even more.

“What exactly would that entail?” you asked warily.

“Oh, you know, handin’ me things, lookin’ sexy, occasionally lettin’ me saw yeh in half or makin’ yeh disappear, sexily,” he answered.

“Uh huh, and lemme guess, sexy costume?”

“Now you’re gettin’ it,” Nathan exclaimed, snapping his finger.  “One of those glittery leotards, or a two piece suit, t’show off your best assets,” he mused, running his eyes over you as if imagining it, a goofy grin tugging at his lips.

“Alright…” you answered after a long moment.  “But I want to have a say in what sort of tricks you do.”

“It’s a done deal!” Nathan exclaimed excitedly, and you couldn’t help the flicker of fondness that gripped you despite your lingering anger at him.  You liked seeing Nathan almost giddy over something.

“Plus, if we get popular enough, maybe you could quit your jobs,” he offered.

You were doubtful of that, but you found it sweet anyway.

Before you could speak, Nathan’s cell phone vibrated on the table with a message and he picked it up.  “Kelly wants t’know if we’re comin’ to the pub later,” he said, looking hopefully up at you.

You hadn’t exactly been planning on going out today, but you figured why not, a drink didn’t sound half bad.

“Yeah alright.  Tell her we’ll meet them there.”

——

By the time you got to the pub, everyone was already there, gathered around the bar while Curtis stood behind it.

“Hey, you made it!” Alisha exclaimed as you took the stool next to her. “You guys okay?” Simon asked, glancing between the two of you, no doubt sensing the leftover tension still lingering.

“Yeah, we’re grand.  Peachy creamy,” Nathan exclaimed, a hint defensively.  “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Kelly gave him a flat stare.  “I dunno, probably because you got arrested in Vegas and [y/n] had to bail your ass out.”

“Garson!” a voice called, interrupting Nathan’s comeback.  

“Are you talking to me?” Curtis asked as a tall fellow ambled to the bar, flanked by two girls.

“Yeah, it’s French,” the guy exclaimed and you noticed Alisha shift uncomfortably in her seat as she glanced at the bloke before looking away quickly, focusing on the glass in front of her.

When Curtis didn’t respond further the guy snorted an awkward laugh.  “Not a fan of the French?  Yeah, me either.  I’ll have three pints of lager,” he ordered, sliding over a couple crumpled bills.

The longer he stood at the bar, the more uncomfortable Alisha appeared to be and you frowned, torn between wanting to ask her what was wrong and not wanting to call attention to her if she was trying to avoid this fellow for some reason.

Simon, however, didn’t seem to realize the source of her discomfort and leaned in, asking her what was wrong.

“Nothin, can we go, I’m just knackered,” Alisha murmured, glancing up and catching the guy watching her before she slipped off the bar stool.

“Hey, but we just got here!” Nathan cried, watching Simon and Kelly follow Alisha.

“Sorry man, maybe another time,” Simon murmured, patting Nathan on the shoulder, leaving the two of you at the bar with Curtis.

“Well, I still want a drink,” Nathan exclaimed, turning back to Curtis who rolled his eyes.  

“You can pay for them, right?” he asked.

“Yes, we can pay,” you grumbled, handing him the money before he’d even think of pouring your beers.

“D’you wanna sit at a booth?” Nathan asked, noticing the sour twist to your lips.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, slipping off the stool to find an empty table, Nathan sliding in next to you, resting his arm behind your head.

“C’mon [y/n], y’still mad?” he asked, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah, I’m still mad,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink, trying not to look directly at Nathan’s face, knowing the effect his pleading eyes usually had on you.  Instead, you noticed the bloke that had seemed to make Alisha so uncomfortable, who had come in with two young women, now seemed to be snogging the one while the other was nowhere to be found.

“What can I do t’fix it?” Nathan asked, trying to catch your eye.  “I hate this!” he exclaimed.

Your lips twisting further, you brought your glass to your lips, drinking deeply as you noticed the other girl slip back in from outside and notice what was going on in the booth across from you, the two she’d come in with really going at it, Curtis having come over to take away an empty bottle from their table.

Setting your half empty drink down, there was a split second where you swore you felt the familiar tingle in your bones whenever a new power was being used nearby, but you blinked and suddenly the girl was gone and the obnoxious bloke from earlier reached back to touch his head, Curtis standing over him with a broken bottle in his hand.

“Is that blood?” the girl with the bloke exclaimed.

“You—you bottled me!” the guy cried, looking up at Curtis who just then seemed to notice the broken bottle in his hand.

“What are you talking about?” Curtis asked, his eyes darting around the room frantically, confusion on his face.  Finally he looked to you and Nathan helplessly.  “I didn’t do anything!”

“Jesus, Curtis, what you go and do that for?” Nathan laughed, finding the situation funny.

“I didn’t--!” he cried.  “[y/n], did you see me?” he asked as you pushed Nathan out of the booth, still laughing, having enough.

“No, I didn’t see you do it,” you replied, shaking your head.  “I felt someone with a power right before it happened though…” you muttered, remembering the look on the blonde girl’s face as she’d seen the two snogging.  

Heading for the door, you told yourself this wasn’t your problem.  You’d had enough playing hero during community service and you were done with that now.  You just wanted to go back to your life and—

“[y/n]!” Nathan exclaimed, chasing after you, grabbing your sleeve as he burst out of the door.  “Where you goin’?”

“I dunno, home,” you exclaimed.

“[y/n],” he whined, pulling you closer.  “Are you really gunna stay mad at me forever?”

“Maybe,” you retorted, faltering as you saw the look on his face, unable to escape his eyes this time.  “...No,” you finally answered and a small grin cracked Nathan’s face.

“Ah, there we go,” he murmured, leaning in closer.  “You can’t stay mad at this face for long,” he teased, caging you in.

“Don’t get cocky, you’ll ruin it,” you muttered, anticipation filling you as his lips hovered over yours.

Suddenly his phone rang and he winced, pulling away to answer his phone.  “Hold that thought,” he murmured, his eyes watching your lips as he brought the phone to his ear, not bothering to see who was calling.

“Dad?” he exclaimed in surprise and your own brows rose.  “What, tonight?”’ he asked in a strangled voice.  “Hold on.”

Pulling the phone from his ear he looked at you.  “My dad wants us t’come over for dinner tonight,” he explained, still looking as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Do you want to go?” you asked, the rest of your residual anger bleeding away as you watched the conflicted look on his face.  

“Not really, but…” he shook his head with a sigh, bringing the phone back to his ear.  “Yeah, alright, we’ll be there.  What time?”

You could’ve sworn he was about to tell his dad to fuck off, his actual response shocking you.

As soon as he hung up he frowned at you.  “I s’pose you’re mad at me now for sayin’ we’ll go…”

Cutting him off, you pulled him to you by the front of his shirt, pressing your lips to his.  “No, I’m not mad,” you murmured, kissing him again.

“You sure?” he asked, pressing you back against the wall behind you.

“I’m sure.  I’m done being cross with you.  I don’t really like it,” you admitted, the rest of your words falling away as he snogged you.

——

“You ready?” you asked, giving Nathan’s hand a squeeze.  It seemed to pull him from his thoughts and he flashed you a confident grin that you were fairly certain was forced.

“Course, it’s just dinner, right?  How much of an arse could he be?” Nathan exclaimed, though his face contorted doubtfully.

“At least he’s makin’ an effort,” you offered with a grimace, wishing your own dad would.

“Right.  Course,” Nathan agreed with a nod.

“We can leave any time,” you reminded him and he nodded again.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I know,” he muttered, ringing the bell. 

“Ah, Nathan, you-you’re here,” Mike Young exclaimed as he pulled the door open, a hint of surprise in his tone that made it seem like he was doubtful that you’d even show up.  “And you must be [y/n],” he said, turning his attention on you before holding open the door wider, ushering the pair of you to enter.  “Come-come on in.”

Following Nathan in, you looked around.  It was definitely a bachelor pad, but it was surprisingly neat, and you half wondered if he had a housekeeper.

“I uhm, I hope you like curry,” Mike said as he shut the door behind you.  

It was easy to see he was just as nervous as his son.

“Curry?” Nathan exclaimed incredulously.  “Don’t tell me you actually made it?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” his dad asked, following you toward the table.

“A little, yeah,” Nathan scoffed, plopping into the chair next to yours.  “I can’t recall a single time yeh ever made me anything t’eat as a child,” he pointed out.

“That’s ridiculous!  I made you things—!”

“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches don’t count!” Nathan cried, both men looking ready to continue arguing when you quickly cut in.

“Well, this looks lovely,” you exclaimed and Mike seemed to remember himself, clearing his throat apologetically.

“Thank you.  I wasn’t sure if you were keen on spicy foods, so I kept it on th’mild side,” he explained, picking up his fork while Nathan picked at his plate doubtfully.

“You really made this?” he demanded again, spearing a chunk of meat to inspect.  “Y’sure you didn’t just order takeaway and dish it up like it's homemade?” he asked, cocking a skeptical eyebrow at his dad.

“Yes, I really made it,” Mike snapped, throwing his son a look that was a mixture of barely concealed amusement and exasperation.  A look you were familiar with because you’ve worn it plenty of times yourself around your boyfriend.  “Believe it or not, I know how t’cook!”

Nathan rolled his eyes, but finally took an experimental bite, grunting in response.  You knew he’d rather die than admit to his dad that his cooking was actually good.  You, however, had no such qualms and wanted to try to smooth things over.

“It tastes great, Mike.  Maybe we should take some cooking classes or something, Nathan,” you teased, reaching for your water glass to hide your grin as Nathan made a face at you in return.

Silence fell while you ate, and you could tell Mike was trying to think of something to talk about to fill the awkward silence, since Nathan seemed more than content to let it continue.

“Okay, I gotta ask, what’s a good lookin’ young thing like you see in my son?” Mike asked jokingly, and Nathan’s mouth fell open.

“Gee, thanks Dad!” he scoffed, his brows furrowing.

“I mean, c’mon, she’s a little outta your league, boy,” he teased, flashing you an amused grin that you had to bite your lip to keep from returning, especially with the polexed look on your boyfriend’s face.

“Hey now, lest we forget, I’m beautiful, okay?  I have th’face of an angel!  She can’t get enough of this!” Nathan exclaimed, gesturing to his face, clearly agitated.

“You know I’m only joking, right?” Mike exclaimed and Nathan rolled his eyes again.  “So,” Mike continued, clearing his throat as he turned his eyes on you.  “Where did th’two of you meet?” he asked, only slightly awkwardly.

“Oh, so we’re playin’ twenty fuckin’ questions now, are we?” Nathan exclaimed, cutting in.

“That’s usually what happens when y’bring your girlfriend over t’meet your parents,” Mike replied, lifting an eyebrow at his son.

“Yeah okay, well if that’s how it’s goin’ down, I’m gunna need somethin’ stronger than this,” Nathan muttered, pushing up and heading to the fridge.

“Don’t be a prick, Nathan, bring me and your girl one too, at least,” Mike called after him.

Nathan muttered to himself as he rummaged through the fridge, bringing over several  bottles.  

“So, where was I?” Mike asked, cracking open the lager Nathan had shoved in front of him.  “Ah, that’s right… where’d you meet?”

“Actually, we met during community service,” you answered, taking a sip of your own beer, your eyes seeking Nathan.

For a moment Mike looked between the two of you before letting out a chuckle.  “Why am I not surprised,” he laughed, while Nathan’s mouth fell open, as if ready to make a sharp comeback.  Mike, however, cut him off with a wave of his hand.  “Must be pretty serious if you’re subjecting her to me,” he said, taking Nathan off guard.

“Yeah, it is serious,” Nathan insisted, glancing over at you for a brief second.  “We have a flat together!” he exclaimed and the pride that filled his voice tugged at your heart.

“No shit?” Mike countered, surprise flitting across his face.

“Yeah, no shit!  What’s that supposed t’mean?” Nathan demanded and you slipped your hand beneath the table to rest reassuringly atop his leg, hoping to calm him.

“I’m just… surprised, is all,” Mike shrugged.  “You have a steady job then?  I hope you’re not just bumming off your girlfriend,” he challenged and you nearly opened your mouth to answer before Nathan cut you off.

“Yes!  Sort of…” he exclaimed, bristling further.

“Sort of?” his father chuckled, sitting back in his chair.  “Looks like nothin’s changed.  You’re still as responsible as ever,” he taunted.

“Oh, y’mean like you were?”

The room went quiet and you looked between the two Young men anxiously.  Just as you’d feared, the playful teased had crossed a line and struck a nerve, leaving Nathan glaring at his dad.

“I did th’best I could—” Mike began before Nathan cut him off again.

“Yeah well, your best was shite, wasn’t it?” he exclaimed heatedly.  “Even when you were there, y’weren’t really.  Too busy drinkin’ and sleepin’ round on mum!  I’m not gunna make th’same mistakes you did!” he cried, pointing angrily to get his point across as he pushed his chair back, springing to his feet.

“I knew this was a stupid idea!” he grumbled, storming toward the door.

“Nathan!” you exclaimed, half standing to follow, but he was already out the door.  Looking over, you found Mike resting his head in his hands before sitting up, dragging them down his face.  

“That went about as well as I expected it to,” he grumbled, finally seeming to notice you were still there.  “I’m sorry you had t’see that,” he muttered, reaching for his drink with a sigh.  “I’m sure Nathan’s probably told you all about what a shite dad I am… and he wouldn’t be wrong.”

That took you by surprise, you hadn’t expected him to own up to it.

Shaking his head, he stared sadly down at his plate.  “I regret it y’know.  If I could go back and be better… make it right, I would.  I don’t blame him for hatin’ me, I just wish I knew how to...“ shaking his head again, he trailed off.

“Fix things?” you supplied and he answered with a grunt.  “It’s not gunna happen overnight.  Nathan has a lot of anger… and he’s afraid.”

“Afraid?” Mike asked, confused, his thick brows so like Nathan’s drawing down.

“Of trusting you and getting hurt again,” you explained, your heart going out to him.  You knew all too well about that sort of betrayal.  “You’re both proud… and stubborn, but admitting to your mistakes is a good step.  I’m gunna go check on him.”

Mike nodded distractedly as you got up, heading to the door.  Out on the balcony you peered down, searching for your boyfriend.  After a moment you found him across the street, sitting on a picnic bench.

“Hey,” you murmured as you came down, stopping in front of him.

“Hey,” he replied after a second, his eyes flicking up to you.

“You okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“I dunno… kinda?  Not really…” he answered with a shrug.  “I don’t wanna be like him,” Nathan murmured and you sat next to him on the picnic bench, slipping your hand in his and he gave a start, looking up at you.  “I’ve never… had this,” he said, trailing off, fighting with himself — afraid to open up and yet desperate to.

“This?” you asked softly.

“Y’know, this,” he said, gesturing between himself and you.  “Like a serious— a serious relationship?” he clarified, his eyes quickly darting away.  “I mean, I’ve slept around… a lot, had a couple flings, but they never lasted long, but you…” he sighed, and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, encouraging him to continue.  “You’re different.  You actually give a shit about me.  Y’make me feel like I’m not… a complete fuckup.”

Nathan winced, finally working up the nerve to look up at you, and you met his gaze with a soft smile before turning and taking his face between your hands.  “You said it yourself once.  We’re supposed to fuck up, make mistakes, live our lives.  I mean, look at me.  We’ve all fucked up, but that does not make you a fuckup,” you insisted.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna fuck up when it comes t’you,” Nathan exclaimed, slipping his hands over yours, pulling them from his face.  “I already almost lost you once.  I don’t wanna be like my arse of a father.  Th’way he treated my mum… he was always cheatin’ on her, and when he was around, he wasn’t really, y’know?  Or he was a total prick.  I don’t wanna be like that!” he cried.

“You won’t be,” you countered firmly, but Nathan shook his head.

“How d’you know that?” Before you could respond, he continued, biting his lip as he pulled away.  “I-I heard yeh, that night in Vegas, when you were talkin’ t’Barry… Simon,” he corrected and your brows rose, trying to remember what exactly you’d said.

“You’re afraid I’m not serious about us, but-but you’re the only thing I’m serious about, and I don’t just wanna marry you because of the Marnie thing, or-or because we were in Vegas and it was exciting, I wanna marry you because I love you, [y/n].  You’re my best friend, and I wanna spend th’rest of my freakishly long life with you.  And you’d hafta be pretty damn serious about someone if you wanna spend eternity with them,” he pointed out.

For a moment you didn’t know how to respond, too overwhelmed with affection for your voice to work.

“What-what if you change your mind?” you whispered, staring into his eyes.  “What if you find someone better?”

“Nope, impossible.  There is no one better,” Nathan countered with a grin, watching you hopefully before taking a deep breath and slipping off the picnic table to kneel in front of you, producing a real ring out of thin air and holding it out to you.

“I know it’s not like we’re short on time or anythin’, and if you wanna wait, or make it like a long engagement or whatever, I’m fine with that, but maybe we could still, I dunno, make a promise or somethin’?” Nathan babbled nervously.  He looked like he was going to keep going when you finally cut him off, pressing your lips to his.

“Yes.”

“What?” he asked breathlessly, blinking at you as if stunned.

“I said yes,” you repeated, a grin pulling at your lip.  “I wanna be with you too, Nathan.  And we’ll figure it out, but what I do know is that I wanna be with you.”

Nathan let out an incredulous laugh, fumbling to slip the ring on your finger before you were in his arms, kissing him like your life depended on it, Nathan eagerly returning your affection.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips as you pulled back just enough to gasp a breath, Nathan grinning at you, his eyes flicking to yours, damp with unshed tears.

“I love yeh too, [y/n],” he exclaimed, pulling you back to him, his hand slipping behind your neck.

Finally breaking the kiss, both panting and grinning like giddy idiots, you bit your swollen bottom lip, collapsing against his chest.

“Can we go home now so I can shag my fiance?” Nathan asked breathlessly.

“That sounds nice,” you murmured, catching yourself staring at the ring on your finger.  “But…”

“But?” Nathan yelped, pulling back to look at you in alarm.  “Don’t tell me you think we should go back up there,” he exclaimed incredulously.  “I’m not apologizin’ to that wanker!”

“You don’t have to,” you assured him, resting your hands on his shoulders.  “Actually, I have a feeling he wants to apologize to you.” Nathan looked at you doubtfully, but finally he huffed an exasperated sigh.  “Alright,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.  “But let’s make it quick, okay?  I really wanna get you home.”

Grinning at him, you nodded.  “Deal.”

——

When the pair of you showed back up at Mike Young’s door he looked surprised to see you back.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” he admitted, gaping at the two of you in the doorway.

“Yeah well, y’can thank [y/n] for that, I wanted to go home,” Nathan replied with a shrug, though the conflicted look he wore gave him away.

Mike snorted in amusement, his eyes not leaving his son.  “Well, thank God for [y/n].  You snagged yourself a good one,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah, yeah I’m lucky,” Nathan murmured, glancing your way.

“Look, I’m uh, I’m sorry for—”

“For bein’ such an arsehole?” Nathan supplied and his dad huffed another laugh.

“Yeah, for that.  Th’whole reason I invited you over was t’try and… I dunno, mend… us.  But I managed t’fuck that up too.”

Nathan shrugged.  “We all fuck up sometimes,” he muttered, his words taking his dad aback, Mike gaping at him until Nathan cleared his throat.  “Y’got any dessert?  I’m still hungry.”

An incredulous grin crossed Mike’s face and he stepped aside to let you both back in.  “Yeah, I think we can rustle up something.”

——

“I’m proud of you,” you said as you walked back to your flat, a couple hours later, leaning against Nathan’s side.

Glancing over at you, he snorted.  “For what?  I didn’t do anything.”

“You gave him a chance when you didn’t have to,” you replied and he shrugged.

“Yeah well, at least he’s tryin’.”

You tried not to think of your own father, the thought stinging.

“That still doesn’t mean you owe him anything,” you pointed out.

Again, Nathan shrugged.  “I know it's not gunna change what happened when I was a kid, but maybe we can, I dunno, have a better father-son relationship goin’ forward.  That’s what Jamie wanted for us, so…” he trailed off with a sigh, tightening his arm around you.

“Enough about him,” he said after a moment, shooting you a mischievous grin.  “I’d rather think about all the stuff I’m gunna do t’you once we get home,” he exclaimed excitedly, a thrill running through you as well at his words.

“Oh yeah?  LIke what?” you wondered, eyeing him coyly.  

“Nope, you’ll hafta find out when we get there,” he taunted, barely getting the words out before you grabbed his hand and took off running, your building not far, Nathan’s breathless laughter following you, echoing in the night air, and soon you were fumbling with your keys in the door.

Once the door shut behind you, Nathan’s mouth was on yours, backing you insistently toward the bedroom.

“Cool it, tiger,” you laughed as your legs hit the edge of the bed and you toppled backwards.

“Oh no, baby, there is no cooling this,” he taunted, kissing you hungrily as he slipped your boot off.  “I’m a hardened criminal now, [y/n], after all.  I’ve been t’prison and everything,” he exclaimed with a smirk, losing your other boot and kissing his way up your leg til he reached the hem of your skirt.

“Hardened, huh?” you mused, glancing down at his crotch before your eyes flicked back up to his, your brows raising innocently.

“Give me a sec and I will be,” he drawled, reaching under your skirt to pull your knickers down, tossing them over his shoulder.

Throwing your head back, you laughed delightedly.  “Okay, okay, why don’t you come down here and ravish your fiance?”

“Gladly.”

[seanfalco]

Repeat Offenders | 05. What Could Go Wrong?

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 6.9k     Warnings: Language, attempted sexual assault, drugs a/n: Woo, it’s been a while since the last update, hope you guys are still excited for this fic.  I missed writing for Nathan.

[ Sequel to Bad Kids ] [ MASTERLIST ]

“Wakey wakey, Mrs. Young!” 

You felt the mattress dip as Nathan crawled across the bed to you and you groaned in protest, though your heart gave a little flutter at ‘Mrs. Young’.

“[y/n],” he tried again, caging you under him as he peppered your face with lazy kisses til you opened your eyes.  “Heyy, there she is,” he exclaimed, greeting you with a brilliant smile that had your heart racing even harder.

“Mornin’,” you greeted, stifling a yawn as you stretched beneath him.  “You’re in an awful good mood,” you pointed out, grinning to yourself, and Nathan shrugged.

“Yeah, I am,” he agreed, grinning wider as he leaned in to kiss you, bringing a contented sigh to your lips.  “I mean, it is our Honeymoon after all,” he teased.  

“Oh, right,” he exclaimed as if remembering something and he pulled back to reach into his pocket.  “Gotcha somethin’,” he said, and you pushed yourself up to get a better look, holding the sheet round your chest.

Producing a small wrappered object Nathan quickly ripped it open and pulled out a bright blue ring-pop, offering it to you with a flourish.

“Oh my God, Nathan,” you exclaimed, gaping at the large candy ring as he slipped it onto your finger.

“There!  Now it’s official,” he announced, watching your expression carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh delightedly, affection for the man in front of you nearly stealing your breath.

“It’s perfect!” you exclaimed, giving it an experimental taste before throwing your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders.  “It’s even my favourite flavour,” you observed with a laugh, and Nathan squeezed you back.

“I know.  Y’think that was an accident?” he teased, smirking at you and you wiped the grin from his face with another rather insistent kiss, nearly pulling him back down to the bed with you.

“Think we have enough time for a quickie in the shower before meetin’ the others?” you asked, a little breathlessly, and Nathan’s brows raised at your suggestion.

“Oh, I think we have more than enough time,” he exclaimed and you bit back the quip about his stamina that sprang to your tongue as he scrambled off the bed to hoist you into the arms bridal style to carry to the bathroom.

——

Down in the hotel lobby you found the others already waiting, and warmth suffused your face at their knowing glances.

“What took yeh so long?” Kelly exclaimed with an annoyed huff.

“Oh, what you think?” Curtis scoffed, Nathan’s pleased smirk only confirming it.

“Yeah well, if we don’t hurry we’re gunna be late to the spa,” Alisha pointed out.

“We’re not gunna be late,” Nathan countered, unworried, waving the thought away.

But by the time you all got to the spa’s lobby, the clock behind the counter read a quarter past your scheduled appointment time and everyone turned to glare pointedly at Nathan.

Your boyfriend, however, didn't appear ruffled in the slightest.  Instead he merely smirked and waved his hand toward the clock with a flourish, turning the tiny clock hands back to the precise time of your appointment.

“See, told yeh we wouldn’t be late,” Nathan announced smugly.

Despite your friends’ flat stares, you leaned in to whisper a “very impressive” in his ear, Nathan’s grin widening at your praise.

“I’m sorry, you’re…” the receptionist did a double take as she looked at the clock, frowning in confusion for a second before shrugging and signing you in.  “Huh, I swore it was later than that,” she murmured.  “Alright, ladies if you’ll follow me,” she said, standing and gesturing to the door to the right before turning her sights on the boys.  “Gentlemen, you’ll be following Micah, to the left.”

“Wait, you’re splittin’ us up?” Nathan exclaimed suddenly, his lips turning downward into a pronounced pout.

“Is there a problem, sir?” the guy the receptionist had called Micah asked, and everyone turned to look at Nathan.

“I knew we shoulda signed up for a couples’ massage,” he whined under his breath as the others began to file out.

“It’ll only be a couple hours, Nathan,” you reminded him gently, though your lips twisted with amusement.  “ I think you can go that long without seein’ me,” you added with a grin.

“I know,” he grumbled.  “But it’s our Honeymoon, remember?  And I’m not exactly keen on some other guy’s hands on you,” he muttered, jealousy infusing his words.

“It’s just a massage,” you reminded him, placing your hands on his shoulders to square him with a level look, only slightly marred by the sly smirk that curled your lips.  “Besides, the only person I’d let give me a happy endin’ is you,” you murmured so only he could hear and he swallowed thickly, finally nodding as if he believed you.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” you murmured, grabbing his collar to pull him in for a quick kiss and he grinned against your lips, his hands wandering to your hips before you stepped back out of his reach.

“Alright, alright, you go have fun,” Nathan grumbled before turning to follow the guys, brandishing his finger at you.  “But remember, no funny business!”

Blowing a kiss over your shoulder at him, you knew you were being obnoxious but you didn’t care, ignoring your friends’ disgusted expressions.

On the other side of the door before you, you found a dim changing room filled with scented diffusers and little flickering candles to set the ambience while soothing music played over hidden speakers, the others already changing into their robes and slippers behind screened partitions.

“What is that?” Kelly exclaimed, pointing at your hand as you stepped around the partition to change, her exclamation drawing Nikki and Alisha’s attention.

“Ring-pop,” you answered with a shrug, pausing to give it a lick.  “What’s it look like?”

Kelly rolled her eyes.  “Yeah?  So why you wearin’ it on your left hand?” she pressed pointedly, crossing her arms over her chest as she cocked an expectant eyebrow at you, Alisha and Nikki eyeing you curiously as well.

“Wait a sec, you and Nathan went off on your own last night, didn’t you?” Alisha pointed out and Kelly’s brows rose higher as if to say ‘I knew it!’.

“And?” you prompted, waiting to see what they were getting at as you pulled the robe around you, forcing your arms through the sleeves with more force than necessary.

“Did you and Nathan --?”

“Oh, my God, please tell me you didn’t marry that prick at one of those tacky Vegas chapels!” Nikki exclaimed, cutting Alisha off.

“No,” you said, repeating it more firmly when none of them looked like they believed you.  “It’s just a ring-pop, okay?” you scoffed defensively, taking it off to leave with the rest of your clothes in the little cubby.  “Does it matter what hand I wear it on?  Jesus.”

Before any of your friends could respond, you slipped out the door on the other side of the changing room, making your way down the hall to your massage room.  By the time you met back up with them for your mud bath session, however, you still couldn’t quite get your mind off Nathan’s proposal the night before, having replayed it over and over throughout your massage, picking apart your answer.

So as you were sitting up to your neck in a pit of thick warm mud, you decided now was as good a time as any to bring up your concerns to your friends, while hoping they wouldn’t ridicule you too much.

Clearing your throat, you glanced over at Kelly and then Alisha, their eyes peacefully shut.  

“Do you guys think Nathan could ever be… y’know, serious about anything?  About us?” you asked without preamble, your voice small.

At your question they frowned, cracking their eyes to peer at you curiously and you almost told them to forget it til Nikki broke the silence with a derisive snort.

“Nathan Young, serious?  Yeah, no,” she scoffed.

“Hey c’mon, give ‘im a little credit,” Kelly countered.  “Sure he’s an immature dickhead most of the time, but not when it comes to [y/n].”

“Alisha?” you asked, waiting to hear her opinion and she frowned, looking thoughtful for a moment.

“I dunno,” she said slowly and your heart sank a little.  “I mean, Kelly has a point, he does seem t’be tryin’, though it is kinda his trademark to not take anything seriously.”  At your hurt look Alisha quickly continued.  “But I don’t know what he’s like when it’s just th’two of you, so I can’t exactly judge, can I?”

“Well, I think you two are endgame,” Kelly said matter of factly, directing a fierce glare across the room at Nikki before she could say anything.

“What’s all this about?”  Alisha asked.  “I mean, where’s all this comin’ from suddenly?” 

You couldn’t help but sigh, not exactly wanting to tell them, but knowing you couldn’t back out now.

“Alright, fine,” you relented, glancing between the three of them.  “Don’t say anythin’ to the guys, but last night Nathan asked me t’marry him,” you admitted, your friends’ jaws dropping.

“Wait, what?” Nikki cried while Alisha and Kelly demanded to know what you said in return.

“I said no, okay?” you replied, “but not like a no-no, like a not right now-no, y’know?” you explained with a frown.  “I told ‘im we could pretend while we’re here, hence the ring-pop, but now I’m second guessin’ myself,” you exclaimed, dropping your face to your hands.

“I know the… Marnie thing wasn’t his fault, but it feels like he’s trying to, I dunno, overcompensate for that, and th’fucked up part is that I want to say yes, but I’m afraid that when we get home the magic’ll wear off and he won’t feel the same way.”

No one seemed to know how to respond until Nikki spoke up, leaning over the edge of her tiled pit.  “Look, I know I’m not your boyfriend’s biggest fan, for valid reasons, but you hafta admit he is an immature dick, and based on his track record I’m honestly kinda surprised you’ve lasted this long.”

“What’s that s’poed to mean?” you demanded, instantly prickling at her words, a dangerous edge to your voice.

Nikki merely shrugged.  “Nothin’, I’m just sayin’.”

“Yeah well, you don’t know him like I do!” you scowled.

“And trust me, I don’t want to,” Nikki scoffed back.

“Nikki, knock it off, you’re not helpin’!” Kelly finally exclaimed, directing her a firm look.

“All I’m sayin’ is, don’t forget you wanted him t’keep his immortality, which means he’s gunna stay the same age forever, and if you stay with him, then so will you, remember?  If y’ask me, you don’t really hafta worry about time.”

In all the talk of selling and buying new powers you hadn’t even thought about that side of Nathan’s immortality -- you’d been so focused on the fact that it kept him safe, alive.  And Nikki was right, especially with the way your own powers were evolving, you didn’t even have to physically touch someone now to borrow their powers.  So as long as you were in Nathan’s proximity, you’d never age either.

You didn’t know how to feel about that.

Oh great, you groaned, sinking further down into your mud pit.  Marriage was the least of your worries now in the face of potentially spending eternity with Nathan.

While you were having your mini existential crisis, Alisha decided to use her powers to help, projecting her consciousness out to see what the guys were talking about, having a feeling they might be having a similar conversation to the one you’d just had.

Closing her eyes, she was suddenly seeing through Simon’s, recognizing the small steam filled room around him as a sauna, Curtis and Nathan lounging in the thick steam with towels wrapped round their waists.

“Oh, I’m serious alright,” Nathan was boasting, his arms thrown wide.  “Seriously, I’ve never been more serious about anythin’ in my twenty years of life.  I’m serious as a heart attack, I swear!” 

Simon and Curtis shared a doubtful look as Nathan continued.

“I just want her t’see how serious I am,” he insisted.  “I mean, I could be husband material!  I could change!  I have changed!”

“I still think it’s too soon though, innit?” Curtis muttered thoughtfully, though his words brought a frown to Nathan’s lips, his thick brows drawing down.  When Simon didn’t speak, Nathan’s frown grew.

“Oh, come on Barry, not you too!”

“No one’s saying you’re not serious, Nathan, or that you and [y/n] don’t belong together,” Simon said thoughtfully, trying to diffuse the tension.  “We’re just saying maybe it's a good thing to give it some time.  There doesn’t have to be any rush, that’s all.”

Nathan didn’t exactly look pleased, but he shrugged, tossing his head.  “Alright, alright, point made,” he grumbled and Alisha opened her eyes, returning to her body.

Her hand on your arm drew your attention and she pitched her voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.  “Don’t worry about it too much, okay?  It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that you and Nathan belong together, yeah?  But maybe y’don’t hafta figure all of it out right now?  Specially if it’s freakin’ yeh out.  Okay?” she asked, and you nodded, feeling slightly better.

——

“So how was your massage?” Nathan asked as you met back up with the guys outside the spa.

“Huh?  Oh, it was nice,” you answered, somewhat distractedly, trying to focus on the present.  You wanted to enjoy the rest of your vacation dammit, not spend it worrying over something you didn’t need to be worrying over.

“Just nice?” he asked with a grin and you shrugged -- you hadn’t really enjoyed the spa experience as much as you’d hoped to.

“How about you?” you asked instead, hoping to distract him from asking too many more questions.

“It was great,” he exclaimed, “I haven’t felt this relaxed in, fuck, I can’t even remember when.  I mean, I think at one point I got a semi.  This bird’s hands were like -- nowhere near as nice as yours,” he quickly amended, clearly changing what he was gunna say after one glance at your expression. 

Clearing his throat, he pulled you into his arms.  “I told yeh we shoulda signed up for a couples’ massage,” he murmured and you rolled your eyes, letting him kiss you.  Straightening, he raised his voice to address the others.  “Who else is ready t’get fuckin’ wasted tonight?” he asked.  “I dunno about you, but I need a beer t’chase down all that organic, herbal, align your chakra crap.”

“No fuckin’ kiddin’,” Kelly agreed, and soon you were on your way to a nearby nightclub to dance the rest of the night away.

“Hey, you’re not mad at me, are yeh?” Nathan asked, his gaze fixing on the candy ring on your finger as he took your hand while you waited for the bartender to mix your drink.

“What, no.  Why would I be?” you asked, frowning up at him while he grimaced.

“Y’know, for that comment about gettin’ a semi during my massage…” he explained, a rather sheepish look crossing his face.  “It’s not like I could help it!”

“Hmm… depends,” you replied slowly, biting back an amused twist to your lips as you carefully watched your boyfriend’s face.

“Depends on what?” he yelped.

“On what you were thinkin’ bout during the massage,” you answered, grabbing your drink from the bar as the bartender set it in front of you.

A grin crossed Nathan’s face and he took his beer, gesturing with the neck of the bottle toward you.

“Why, you, o’course.”

“Then I’m not mad,” you teased with a grin, tipping back your drink.  “C’mon, let’s go dance,” you exclaimed, grabbing Nathan’s arm to haul him out to the dance floor.

Soon you’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had, your cheeks growing warm from the rush of the alcohol and the press of bodies, Nathan grinding against your ass shamelessly, turning you on to the point you were ready to pull him into the bathroom with you after just one more drink, and he followed you to the bar eagerly.

“Hey guys,” you gasped, finding Simon and Alisha lounging nearby.

“Havin’ fun?” Alisha asked and you nodded, waving to the bartender for another round while Nathan leaned against the bar next to you to catch his breath.

“Why aren’t you guys dancin’?” he asked, wiping at his brow and the damp curls that stuck to his face.

Alisha shrugged, glancing at Simon, a grin tugging at her lips.  “We’ve been enjoying ourselves here,” he answered for her, his arm not straying from her waist.

You could remember a time when Alisha would’ve been out in the thick of things, dancing and flirting with everyone, and it struck you just how much happier she seemed with Simon than she ever did as a party girl.

Before you could comment, however, an American guy stumbled over to call for the bartender, pausing to leer at you openly, a dogged smirk crossing his face.  “Well hey there,” he said with a wink.

“Hiya,” you answered with a sour twist to your lips, your gaze already straying in an obvious dismissal, but the guy didn’t seem to take the hint, or he just didn’t care.

“Are you British?” he asked, as if your accent were some sort of novelty, and you begrudgingly turned your attention back to him, plastering a stiff grin in place.

“Yep, how’d you guess,” you answered sarcastically.

“You’re hot,” he replied, jumping past any subtleties and you felt Nathan tense next to you.

“Yep, it’s warm in here,” you answered dryly, while he laughed.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied, once again trying to ignore him.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

Persistent, aren’t you?  you thought with a grimace.  Couldn’t he see you weren’t interested?  Or was he just that entitled?

Luckily, just then the bartender brought your drink, setting it down next to Nathan’s.  “I already have one,” you pointed out.

“So?  I can get you another,” he pressed.

“Look,” you exclaimed, finally done, “I’m spoken for, okay?” you said, smiling sweetly as you lifted your hand to show off the candy ring on your finger and the guy finally seemed to notice Nathan, his grin fading.

“What, with this guy?  Really?” he scoffed incredulously, eyeing Nathan.

“Yeah, this guy,” you repeated, dropping all pretense of friendliness, but the American only laughed.

“No offense, babe, but he looks like a loser.  How about you ditch this beanpole and let a real man show you a good time?”

Babe?  you thought, your mouth falling open angrily, but before you could go off on the guy Nathan cut in.

“Hey, there’s no need for name callin’, y’aresehole!”

“Oh yeah, whatcha gunna do about it, pal?” the guy countered.  “You don’t look like much of a fighter.”

Before things could get even more heated, you quickly turned to Nathan, pressing your hands to his chest to hold him back.  “C’mon, let’s go, he’s not worth it,” you muttered, turning back to grab your drink, the glass halfway to your lips when Nathan snatched it from you, downing it in one go.

“Nathan, what th’fuck?” you exclaimed, but he looked past you, his gaze on the American prick, a smug grin wending lazily across his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand dramatically and pointed at the guy.

“Ha!  Thwarted!” he cried triumphantly.  “Thought you were clever, huh?  Thought I wouldn’t notice that?” he asked, his words slurring slightly and you frowned, turning to look at the American in confusion.

What was Nathan talkin’ about?

“I don’t know what you’re on about, buddy,” the guy replied, though his face had gone rather pale and his eyes darted shiftily around the room.

“I mean, I get it,” Nathan said loudly, starting to draw attention, his words beginning to slur even more as he swayed on his feet.

He couldn’t be that drunk.

“I used t’have to get girls really drunk for them t’sleep with me too, but I never had to stoop t’usin’ straight up roofies.”

“What?” you snapped, finally realizing what had happened, anger rushing through you.

At your exclamation the bartender quickly called for security and two burly bouncers came your way, flanking the guy that had just tried to drug you, instead drugging your idiot boyfriend.

“I didn’t do anything!”  he exclaimed, struggling in the bouncers’ grasp as they drug him away.

“Nathan, are you okay?” you asked, catching him as his knees gave out, though you didn’t know how long you could hold him.  Luckily, Simon and Alisha rushed over, Simon slinging one of Nathan’s arms over his shoulders while you took the other side.

“Yeah, ‘m fine!” he said, leaning heavily against you.  “You’re welcome, by th’way.”

“Nathan--”

“I saved you,” he exclaimed, cutting you off.

“Yeah, y’did,” you replied, a frustrated frown twisting your lips.  “But why’d you go and drink it if you knew it was drugged?  You coulda just grabbed my glass or-or magicked the liquor away,” you cried exasperatedly.  “Y’didn’t hafta be so dramatic about it!”

Nathan frowned.

“I didn’t think of that, okay?” he exclaimed, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his slurred words.  “All I could think of was-was protectin’ you.  No way was I gunna let that creep lay a hand on you,” he murmured, staring at you with those damn beautiful green eyes of his and your heart gave a flutter.

“I know,” you huffed softly.  “I’m just worried about you,” you admitted, and he attempted to pull his arm from Simon’s shoulder to caress your cheek.

“I’ll be fine, love.  I’m immortal after all.  Remember?  I’m just… just a little… dizzy is all.”

“Nathan, stop moving,” Alisha chastised as Simon nearly dropped him.

“Fine,” Nathan grumbled, stilling so you could readjust your grip on him.

“Let’s get him back to the room,” you said, glancing over at Simon who nodded.

“I’ll stay here and find the others, let them know what happened,” Lisha offered, pressing a quick kiss to Simon’s cheek.

Luckily you were able to get a cab fairly quickly, but by the time you got back to the lobby of your hotel and into the elevator, Nathan was getting progressively heavier by the minute, the drugs nearly at their full potency.

You could tell Nathan was trying to talk to you, but by then his words were the barest mumble and you could only make out every other word.  Mostly he just kept repeating how much he loved you, his pitiable state wrenching at your heart.

When you and Simon finally drug him into your room, you let him collapse atop the bed while the two of you caught your breath.

“You... alright?” Simon gasped and you nodded, kicking your shoes off to crawl atop the bed, situating Nathan so you could hold his head in your lap, your fingers anxiously combing through his unruly curls while he snored lightly, completely out of it.

“Actually, Simon,” you said suddenly, stopping him, and he turned back to you.  “Can you stay for a bit, I don’t really wanna… be alone,” you admitted, the adrenaline from the events of earlier beginning to wear off, leaving you a little shaken.  “Well, I mean… you know,” you mumbled, glancing down at Nathan unconscious form.

“Of course,” he replied, coming back to stiffly sit on the edge of the bed next to you.

For a long while neither of you spoke, your fingers unceasing in their movement through Nathan’s hair; it was the only thing you found remotely soothing at the moment and you began watching his face, pausing to stroke his cheek every so often, debating on whether you wanted to tell Simon your worries.

Unable to stand the silence any longer you cleared your throat, making up your mind.  As you opened your mouth to speak however, Simon did too.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you asked, frowning as you turned to look at him.

“I should have seen it coming,” he answered.  “The whole reason I chose this new power was to help keep us out of bad situations.  I should have seen it before it was too late.  Then neither of you would be in this situation.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” you murmured, shaking your head.  “You can’t see every bad thing before it happens.  Besides, you’re allowed to take a break from being a superhero sometimes,” you pointed out.  “That’s what this whole trip is about.”

Simon merely sighed, but you spoke up again before he could argue.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” he said slowly, eyeing you carefully as you chewed your lip, your gaze falling to the dwindling candy ring on your finger.

“Nathan asked me t’marry him,” you said, forcing the words out, keeping your eyes carefully downturned, not wanting to see your friend’s reaction.

“I know,” he said softly and you jerked your head up to gape at him, the question clear on your face.  “He told us,” Simon explained awkwardly.

“Why am I not surprised,” you murmured, shaking your head, wondering exactly what he’d said.  “Maybe it’s stupid, but I-I’m torn because… because I do love him,” you exclaimed fiercely, “and I actually do kinda wanna marry him.  Some day.”

“It’s not stupid,” Simon said quickly, but he could tell you had more to say.  “But?” he supplied hesitantly and you huffed a mirthless laugh.

“But--” you agreed, “--how much of his proposal is because he really wants that too and how much is just guilt over the whole stupid Marnie thing?” you scoffed.

“I told him no and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, because all I wanted to say was yes, but I’m scared.  I mean, what if we make this impulsive decision and then he doesn’t feel the same when we get home?” you asked, your voice beginning to tremble as you felt tears threaten to fall.  

“And then I realized that he’s gunna potentially live forever and-and I could too, if I stay with him, and that’s even more of a commitment.  Like what the fuck, Simon?  What am I s’posed t’do?”  You were babbling now, the words spilling out before you could stop them and a panicked look crossed Simon’s face for a moment as you began to cry and he settled for awkwardly rubbing your back.

“I can’t tell you what to do,” he said haltingly, as if he were deliberating each word carefully.  “But I can tell you that if there’s one thing Nathan’s serious about… it’s you.”

Quickly wiping at your eyes, you nodded with a small sniffle.  “Thanks Simon.  That actually kinda makes me feel better.”

A small smile spread across Simon’s face as he sat next to you.  “Everything’s going to work out alright.”

——

The next morning Nathan groggily woke, feeling like he’d been hit by a bus, finding [y/n] asleep next to him, still wearing her dress from the night before and he frowned.  Taking a closer look he noticed she hadn’t washed her face either, her makeup smudged and smeared as if she’d been crying and he tried to remember what happened the night before.  He remembered the spa and then dancing with [y/n], but nothing after that -- it was like a giant black hole in his memory.  

Had he drunk that much? he wondered, stumbling to the bathroom to take a piss, stretching with a groan as he emptied his bladder.  It’d been a while since the last time he’d gotten black out drunk, but why did it look like [y/n] had been crying?  Had they gotten in a fight?

The thought filled him with alarm til he managed to reason his way out of it, his own haggard appearance greeting him as he passed the large mirror near the sink, his hair mussed and suit wrinkled from sleeping in it.  

Nah, we musta just both partied a little too hard, he figured, stripping for a quick shower.

The warm water helped wake him, and Nathan emerged from the bathroom feeling rather refreshed, even if he still couldn’t remember how they’d gotten back to the room.  Snapping his fingers he smoothed the wrinkles from his suit before dressing, finding [y/n] still asleep.

For a moment he thought about waking her, but she looked so peaceful, and if she felt half as rough as he had, Nathan decided to let her sleep, pausing next to the bed to brush her hair from her face and press a kiss to her forehead before snapping his fingers and changing her out of her dress and into something a little more comfortable.

Before leaving the room he scrawled a hasty note on the notepad by the bed so she’d know where he went when she woke, at least.  

Catching his reflection in the mirror before stepping out of the room, Nathan straightened his jacket and stroked his chin thoughtfully, wondering if [y/n] might like him with facial hair and suddenly he sported a thin goatee.  Pleased with his new look, Nathan winked at his reflection, shooting himself a couple of finger guns before heading out.

Down on the casino floor, Nathan sauntered into the midst of the crowd with a winning smile on his face, rubbing his hands in anticipation.  He’d formulated a plan to make a shit ton of money while on his way down -- baby’s first grift -- and all he had to do was use his new powers to cheat a little.

Easy peasy, he thought, his grin growing as he thought of all the things he and [y/n] were gunna spend his hard earned cash on -- all the ways he could spoil her if he were rich.

What could go wrong?

“Oi Nathan!  What’re you doin’ up?  Where’s [y/n]?” Kelly’s brusque voice stopped him short and Nathan turned, finding her and Nikki approaching.

“What d’ya mean, what am I doin’ up?  About t’go gamblin’ obviously,” he exclaimed, gesturing toward the casino floor.  “[y/n]’s still sleepin’.  I didn’t wanna wake her,” he answered, frowning between the two.

“Don’t you remember what happened last night?” Nikki asked, eyeing him skeptically, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why, what happened last night?” he replied, hoping she might fill in the blanks for him.

“You were drugged,” she answered, as if it were obvious.

Well, that would explain the gaping hole in his memories.  Wait--

“What?” Nathan exclaimed, gaping from her to Kelly,  who merely shrugged.  “Like date rape drugs?  Who’d wanna drug me, was she hot?” he asked curiously.

“Oh my God,” Nikki groaned as Kelly sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Apparently some dickhead spiked [y/n]’s drink and you drank it just t’piss him off.”

Nathan barked a laugh, strangely delighted at the thought.  “So y’mean t’tell me I’m like a hero?”

Kelly rolled her eyes.  “You’re an idiot, is what you are,” she said, pushing past him.

“Hey!  Where’re you going?” he asked, turning to watch her as she walked away.

“There’s this big science conference going on at the hotel, I’m gunna check it out, see if I can sell some of my bloody rocket propulsion designs,” she called back.

“Ah whatever,” Nathan muttered, turning back to Nikki.  “And what about you?”

“Was gunna do some gamblin’,” she answered warily and a thoughtful look stole over Nathan’s face.

“Wanna team up?”

“And why would I wanna team up with you?” she scoffed disdainfully.

“Look, I know y’don’t like me, but between th’two of us, y’hafta admit we have the perfect set of powers to win fuckin’ big,” he pointed out, waggling his eyebrows.  “Think about it, with your luck and my magic, we’d be undefeatable.  So, what d’ya think?”

Nikki scowled.  “...Alright, maybe you make a compelling argument,” she admitted reluctantly.  “But if you do anythin’ stupid, you’re on your own.”

“Now you’re talkin’,” Nathan exclaimed, grinning, rubbing his hands in excitement.  “Let’s go make some fuckin’ money.”

First they approached the blackjack table, Nikki taking a seat while Nathan stood next to her, watching with interest as the dealer dealt her in.  Winning several hands she quickly amassed a rather large pile of chips, slipping him one to get him started.

Spotting a nearby craps table, Nathan nodded to it, approaching with a flourish of his suit jacket while Nikki slipped into an empty spot further down the table to watch.

“Let’s play some dice!” Nathan exclaimed, reaching into his inner jacket pocket to produce Nikki’s chip to lay his bet.

“The gentleman wants to play,” the croupier intoned, taking his bet and handing over the dice which Nathan eagerly began to shake, really going at it, even pausing a few times to make a grand flourish, winking at the ladies next to him while Nikki groaned, running her hand down her face.

Just roll the fuckin’ dice, she thought.

“Sir, could you roll the dice,” the croupier cut in, completely unimpressed at the flamboyant display and Nathan gave a little jolt.

“Okay, okay.  Here it goes.  Here it goes,” he muttered, preparing.  “Lucky numberrrr seven!” he exclaimed as he let go of the dice, using his powers to make the dice come up as a four and three.

“Seven,” the croupier exclaimed, pulling the dice toward him, “we have a winner.”

Nathan’s grin grew and he shimmied his hips in victory, pointedly eyeing Nikki who rolled her eyes in response.

On a roll, literally, Nathan kept winning, his theatrics only growing with each toss of the dice, his pile of chips growing steadily in front of him until Nikki slipped closer.

“I think we should move on to something else,” she murmured discreetly in Nathan’s ear, but he frowned, shaking off her advice before shoving his hand in front of her face for her to blow on his dice for luck.

When she merely eyed him flatly, he shrugged, offering them to the lady next to him who indulged him before he tossed them, bringing up another seven.

“Nathan, I’m serious,” Nikki hissed as he pumped his fist excitedly.  “You need to lose at least a few times, so it don’t look like you’re cheatin’,” she insisted.

“What?  Why would I purposefully lose when I could win instead?” Nathan scoffed incredulously.  “That just sounds stupid.”

“You’re gunna get us caught, you idiot,” she snapped under her breath, eyeing two straight faced security guards nearby, but Nathan didn’t wanna hear it, too wrapped up in the euphoria of his winning streak to care, pushing all his chips toward the center of the table.

“All in, baby.  All in!” he announced, having gathered quite a large crowd by now.

“Sir, that’s over the house limit,” the croupier said, frowning as he glanced down at the pile of chips.

Nathan lifted his head to gape at the man before a wide grin spread across his face and he began to cluck loudly like a chicken, inciting the crowd.  

Nikki groaned nervously, noticing the croupier glance over toward the two men in all black nearby who nodded.

“Alright sir,” he said, having to raise his voice to be heard over Nathan’s boisterous squawks.  “The bet’s been accepted.”

Instantly Nathan stopped, his face brightening up as he prepared his throw.

“Nathan--” Nikki warned, as he shrugged his shoulders dramatically, rolling the dice between his fingers, not listening to her.

Taking a deep breath he threw the dice toward the other end of the table, his magic bending reality and the dice came up eleven.  

“Eleven!” he cried enthusiastically, jumping up and down to the excited cries of the spectators around him before snatching a large serving plate from a nearby waitress and hastily scooping his winnings onto it, practically overflowing once he’d finished, and Nikki leaned over the table to get a better look as she noticed the croupier’s expression, worry gripping her.

“You fuckin’ idiot,” she muttered.  He’d made the dice come up as seven and four.  There’s no seven on a six sided dice.

“A-thank you and goodnight!” Nathan exclaimed in a fair imitation of Elvis, turning to leave the table with his massive winnings.  Before he could escape, however, one of the black clad men appeared at his side, gripping his elbow.

“You need to come with me, sir.”

Turning back to the man, Nathan frowned, eyeing him up and down.  “Well, that’s a lovely offer, and you’re undoubtedly a handsome man, but I believe I’ll be on my way with my winnings,” he exclaimed hastily, attempting to tug out of the security guard’s grip.

“I’m afraid you don’t have any winnings,” the man replied, unamused.

“Yeah-huh,” Nathan exclaimed.  “Seven and four--” he paused for a moment to add them in his head “--even I know that adds up to eleven.”

“There’s no seven on a six sided dice,” the man said, holding up the magicked die.  “The police are on their way.”

For a moment Nathan’s eyes went wide and he turned to look for Nikki, but she’d already slipped away, keeping true to her word that he was on his own if he got caught.

Jesus, is there no honour among thieves?  he thought, his eyes darting around the room looking for a way out.  Throwing his plate of chips in the air, though it pained him, he took off in the opposite direction with a strangled sob, scrambling to try to get away in the ensuing pandemonium.

——

The insistent pounding on your room door jolted you awake and you gasped as you sat up, trying to gain your bearings.  Your vision still slightly blurry, you turned to look for Nathan next to you on the bed, but he wasn’t there.

“[y/n]?  [y/n], please open the door!”  Simon’s muffled voice from the hallway drew your attention and you hurried to let him in, panic beginning to clutch you.

Where the fuck was Nathan?

Pulling the door open you came face to face with Simon and Alisha and for a moment neither of them said anything, their eyes widening slightly until you realized you were no longer wearing the dress you’d fallen asleep in the night before, instead, one of Nathan’s oversized t-shirts hanging from your shoulders, your legs left bare, and you felt your face warm.

“Sorry, I--” you exclaimed, not bothering to finish your thought before hurrying away to find some clothes, leaving the door open for them to come in.

“[y/n], you okay?” Alisha asked, following you to the wardrobe while Simon went straight to the table where Nathan’s note was.

“Yeah.  No, not really,” you exclaimed, flustered.  “I don’t know where Nathan is,” you explained, pulling a pair of your pants on.

“He went to the casino,” Simon explained, holding the note up and you sighed heavily.  At least that answered that question.

“So why are you guys here?” you asked, confusion gripping you, until Simon opened his mouth and you were hit with a sudden sense of dread.  Drawing on his power before he could speak, you swallowed as you caught a glimpse of the near future -- Nathan getting pulled aside by casino security, throwing a tray of chips in the air and making a run for it before quickly getting cornered and dragged off by the police.

“Fuck,” you uttered and Simon grimaced.  

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“We hafta go stop him,” you exclaimed, hurrying for the door, Simon and Alisha on your heels.

Down in the casino, the floor was packed and you swiveled your head, frantically searching the room for any sign of Nathan.

“D’you see him anywhere?” you called and Simon shook his head, but Alisha pointed with an cry and you quickly followed her, pushing through the crowd.

“Nikki!” you exclaimed, catching a glimpse of her as she headed your way.  As soon as she spotted you her eyes went wide and she took a step backward, looking as if she wanted to run away, herself.

“Nikki, have you seen Nathan?” you demanded, Alisha flanking her as you eyed the stack of cash she was hastily shoving into her beaded clutch.

“Nope, haven’t seen him,” she replied quickly and your eyes narrowed.  

“I know he’s in trouble, c’mon please.  Do you know where he went?” you urged and she let out a heavy sigh.

“Alright, fine,” she relented, holding onto her clutch for dear life.  “We were workin’ the room together, but th’idiot had t’go and call attention to us.  It’s all his fault, you know.  Th’prick doesn’t know when t’stop.  If he’d fuckin’ listened to me, he wouldn’t be in this situation,” she explained, your gut twisting with each word.

Oh no, were you too late?

“What situation?” Alisha demanded, but you and Simon shared a look, already having seen it.

That was when your phone began to ring and you pulled it from your pocket quickly, answering despite the unknown number.

“Nathan?”

“Oh, [y/n], thank God!” Nathan exclaimed on the other end of the line and you could hear a clamour of noise in the background over the overwhelming relief in his voice.

“Nathan, where are you?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek, your stomach dropping uncomfortably.

“Ah ha, y’see it’s kind of a funny story, [y/n],” he said, laughing nervously, “and I’m sure you’re gunna have a big ol’ laugh about this one day, but… I’ve kinda been arrested.  These arseholes think I was cheatin’, can y’believe that?” he exclaimed.  “But I, uhm, I need yeh to bail me out.  Please?  I can’t go t’prison,” he pleaded.  “You know what they do t’guys like me in prison, right?  And I’m pretty sure you’re th’only one I want t’do that to me--”

“Nathan,” you said, cutting him off, your eyes falling to the clutch in Nikki’s hands.

“Yes, love?”

“We’ll be right there.”

[seanfalco]

repeat offenders masterlist.

Nathan Young x f!Reader

➞ Sequel to Bad Kids

Now that you’ve finished your community service, you start to believe it’s a return to normalcy.  With a new flat, newfound freedom, and ready to see where your relationship with Nathan will lead, you’ve never been more optimistic.  But in a world full of superpowers run amuck, nothing can ever be that easy.  You may have left the community center behind, but that doesn’t mean you’ll ever be free of what began there or the storm that changed your life forever.

ONE — *The New Flat* TWO — The Marnie Situation THREE — *Jesus Guy* FOUR — *Vegas, Baby!* FIVE — What Could Go Wrong? (Vegas pt.2) SIX — Dinner with Mike SEVEN — Switched (pt.1) EIGHT —*Switched (pt.2)*

[seanfalco]

Repeat Offenders | 03. Jesus Guy

Nathan Young x f!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k   Warnings: Language, Smut, Character Death, Blood, Attempted Noncon a/n: lol there’s a lot of warnings in this chapter.  thanks to Mel for holding my hand through this chapter, reading over sections for me, and overall just constantly reassuring me through the writing process lol.

[ Sequel to Bad Kids ] [ MASTERLIST ]

In your dream he was kissing her, and you woke with a start.

Reaching for him without thinking you found the side of his bed cold, the covers thrown back and fear pierced you for a moment, your breath a sharp intake as you sat up, only to find Nathan standing in the door, coming back from the bathroom.

“[y/n], you alright?” he asked, noticing the look on your face and you let out a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I’m… fine.  I’m fine,” you answered quickly.  If only you could get that image out of your mind.  It seemed to be waiting for you every time your eyelids closed.

“You sure?” he pressed as he crawled back into bed next to you, scooting closer and pulling you down to face him.

“I’m sure,” you replied, though Nathan watched you doubtfully, opening his mouth as if he wanted to argue.  He seemed to think better of it and silence fell once more, though neither of you slept.

After a long moment Nathan sighed.  “Well, I’m not fine,” he admitted quietly and your eyes flicked to his, your heart stuttering a beat.  “I just feel so… violated,” he murmured reluctantly, as if admitting that was the last thing he wanted to do, but you knew it was a big deal that he had.

“It’s like Ruth all over again,” he muttered, shaking his head against the pillow.  When he opened his eyes to meet yours, he frowned.  “Just tell me you’re not still mad at me.  It’s eatin’ me up.”

“Oh, Nathan,” you breathed, ducking your head to watch your hands rest against his bare chest before you met his worried gaze.  “I’m not mad,” you assured him, your hands itching to slip up to cup his face.  He looked ready to ask if you were sure again, his brows drawing down, and you spoke again quickly before he could voice the question.

“Every time I close my eyes I see you kissin’ her,” you admitted and you felt him tense under your palms before his hand moved under your chin, lifting your face.

“Would it help if I kissed you instead?” he asked, the hint of a grin playing at his lips, chasing away the pain from his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile in return.

“It couldn’t hurt,” you murmured and Nathan’s smirk grew as he leaned in closer.

“Wait,” you exclaimed, pressing your fingers to his lips and his eyes snapped back open in alarm.

“What?” he asked quickly, afraid you’d already changed your mind.

“My breath…” you countered awkwardly, but Nathan merely moved your hand away, continuing his path to you, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“Couldn’t care less bout that righ’ now.  Wanna kiss you so bad,” he murmured before his lips pressed fully to yours and you melted against him, finally allowing your hands to reach for his face.

Opening your mouth to him, he deepened the kiss, but it wasn’t like his usual kisses -- sloppy and eager and insistent, this was thorough and unrushed, as if he wanted to lose himself in you, as if he wanted to memorize every bit of you, showing you how much he wanted only you.

As his tongue slid against yours and his hands traveled down your waist, pulling you closer, tightening on your hips, you moaned softly into his mouth as you felt his hardness press against your belly through his briefs.  Rolling to your back, Nathan rolled atop you, nestling his hips between your parted legs as you drew your knees up around him, his weight atop you comforting and warm and he propped himself up on his elbows to either side of your head as he continued to kiss you, his lips trailing purposefully along your throat.

“Mmm,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering shut, your body squirming under his as his tongue laved against you, tracing back up to your jaw, sending a delicious shiver through you.

“Is this helping?” Nathan asked and all you could do was hum an affirmative, focusing on the warmth of his lips against your skin.

“Is it helping you?” you managed to ask, running your fingers through his curls as he pulled back to look at you, long eyelashes captivating.

“Oh, most definitely,” he answered, his usual smirk tugging at his lips.

“Good,” you murmured, your fingertips tracing over his shoulder blades.

“Would y’like to do more than just kiss?” he asked hesitantly and the question made you smile.  When you’d said ‘no sex’ the night before, you hadn’t meant permanently, just not right then.  You didn’t want to be one of those couples that used sex to forget instead of working through shit.  But the fact that he was asking instead of just undressing you had affection swelling in your chest and you flashed him a grin.

“Maybe,” you answered, coupled with a meaningful look, pressing your legs tighter against his waist as you shifted beneath him.

“Is that a yes?” Nathan asked pointedly, rolling his hips against you.

“Yes.”

At your answer he groaned and quickly shed his underwear as you helped him ease your knickers down as well.  Like his kisses earlier, his pace as he slid into you was slow, measured, gentle, like he wanted to savour you, make love instead of just shagging.

Absentmindedly, you knew you should probably make him wear a condom, but he felt so good like this, that your better judgement went out the window and you merely wrapped your arms tighter around him.

Each time he filled you to the hilt, your breath caught in a soft moan, and you held his gaze til his lips sought yours, kissing you as thoroughly as he fucked you, your hands trailing down his back, feeling his lean muscles move and shift under his skin with each purposeful thrust.

Despite his slow pace, your pleasure built swiftly, your bodies moving faster together in perfect sync, and when you came, his name on your lips, your face pressed to his shoulder, your cry muffled, he held you tightly in his arms, as if afraid if he’d let go you’d disappear.

Not long after you came, clenching around him, he quickly pulled out to come against your stomach, clearly having been holding back to make sure you came first.  Breathing deeply he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Are we okay?” he asked and you nodded, making sure to look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to wipe the insecurity you found there away.

“We’re okay,” you answered, taking his face tenderly between your hands to place a chaste kiss to his swollen lips.  “I love you,” you murmured firmly, hoping he knew just how much you meant it.

Rolling off you, he pulled you into his arms, not letting you up yet even though you had to pee.  “Fuck, I love you too,” he whispered, holding your face, his forehead pressing to yours, and the tenderness in his voice made you stop struggling, forgetting your full bladder for the time being if only so this moment could last.

——

The next afternoon Nathan once again sat at the bar in his Santa costume, which was starting to look a little more than dingy, Kelly at the stool next to him.

“Where’s [y/n], ain’t she comin’?” she asked, taking a sip of her beer.

“Yeah, she’ll be here,” Nathan replied, polishing off his first glass with a belch.  “She’s gone job huntin’,” he explained and Kelly threw him a confused look.

“Thought she already had a job?”

“Yeah, but she’s wantin’ a second, part time thing,” Nathan muttered, waving for Alisha to bring him another drink.

“No,” Alisha said pointedly, turning her back on him to help an actual paying customer.

Frowning, Nathan pushed his empty glass away and let his head fall forward to rest on his arms atop the bar.  “Maybe I should find a better job too, I dunno,” he mumbled.  “Y’know, step up a bit?”

“Who’re you and what’ve you done with Nathan?” Kelly teased, lifting an eyebrow at him, but he merely turned his head to scowl at her.  “Oh, I see, you’re still feelin’ guilty over the whole Marnie situation aren’tcha?”

“Can we not?” Nathan snapped.

“Can we not what?” you asked as you joined the others at the bar, pausing to raise up on your toes to plant a kiss to Nathan’s cheek before shrugging off your coat and sitting down next to him.

“Nothin’,” he answered quickly, sitting up, but you caught an amused grin on Kelly’s face.

“So, how did the job hunt go?” Kelly asked instead, deciding to give Nathan a break and you accepted the beer Alisha set in front of you, taking a long draw before answering.

“I got hired,” you announced raising your glass sarcastically.

“Where at?” Nathan asked.

“The adult bookstore couple streets down,” you answered, grinning as his eyebrows raised.

“Does that mean y’get a discount?” he asked and you poked him in the ribs, hiding your grin behind your glass.

“Maybe,” you answered while Kelly rolled her eyes.

As the others arrived, the focus of your conversation turned to Alisha’s newly power free life and everyone reached out to touch her hand wonderingly.  

“It’s so weird that I can do this,” Curtis exclaimed and you noticed Nikki’s flat stare from across the bar, her eyes not leaving Curtis’s hands on Alisha’s, the tinge of jealousy clear on her face.

Awkward, you thought, quickly raising your glass to your lips, remembering all the times Curtis and Alisha had snuck off to wank one out together.

“How does it feel?” Kelly asked and Alisha leaned against the bar toward her.

“Oh, it’s so nice not to have to think about it anymore,” Alisha sighed.

“Maybe we’d all be better off without them,” Nikki muttered suddenly, looking thoughtful.

“What’re you sayin’?” Curtis asked and she shrugged.

“I’m saying, this random teleporting all over the place, it's a pain in the arse,” she exclaimed.  “I mean, what has any of us actually achieved with our powers?”

“You mean, apart from saving all our lives?” Curtis asked and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, Nathan’s been kept alive more times than I can count and there was that one time I could’ve died, but didn’t,” you cut in.

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t need saving if it weren’t for the powers,” Alisha argued, siding with Nikki.  “We don’t need to be caught up in all this bullshit.”

“Do yeh think it’s alright just to flog our powers like that?” Kelly asked with a frown.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly living the dream,” Nikki scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“You always hated hearin’ what people thought about you,” Alisha pointed out and Kelly nodded, looking thoughtful.

“I think we should go and see this guy, see how much he offers us,” Nikki announced and the others turned to look at you.

“Yeah, well, you all can do what you like, but Nathan an’ I aren’t sellin’ our powers,” you said firmly, flashing him a look.

“As much as I’d love to have that sweet, sweet cash, I do think [y/n]’s got a point,” Nathan agreed begrudgingly.  “I mean, as long as I’m immortal, [y/n]’s immortal.”

Curtis looked between you and Nikki hesitantly, clearly torn, and Nikki frowned.

“Look, I think it’s at least worth havin’ a conversation,” she insisted and Curtis finally sighed, shrugging.  “Alright,” he gave in.  

——

“I am here to help you change your life.  Today, right now, this moment.  I know what it’s like living on this estate, I know what it’s like to feel disappointment, to feel pain, to feel angry--”

As you and Nathan ambled past the Community Center on your way back to your flat, his arm round your shoulder, you noticed a group of people assembled around some man standing on one of the benches outside, his voice raised, ranting on about something or other.  As you neared you stopped to watch, Nathan nudging the lady closest to him.

“What’s all this?” he asked, peering up at the bloke as you leaned against him, only half paying attention.

“Our Lord Jesus Christ has risen again,” the woman answered breathlessly, watching the man with wide eyes and you frowned.

“What?” you asked, confusion painting your features as you gave the fellow a closer look.  He certainly didn’t look like Jesus.

“Well, good for him,” Nathan exclaimed, unphased, ready to be on his way, pulling you with him as “Jesus” continued his speech.

“--And I promise you, I will change your lives forever.  This day.  This moment. Right now.”

“You really sure you don’t wanna go with the others t’sell our powers?” Nathan asked as you ambled away.

“I’m sure,” you replied firmly, glancing up at him.  “I know that money sounds nice, but I just… I have this bad feeling that something terrible will happen if we do.”

“Aw, c’mon, you worry too much,” Nathan murmured, pulling you closer.

“No, you don’t worry enough,” you countered, frowning.  “Besides, you’re far too reckless,” you continued, trying to hide the worry in your voice.  “You’d probably forget that you don’t have your power any more and then do something dangerous without thinking because you’re used to it.  What am I s’posed to do if you sell your power and then get yourself killed for good, huh?”  you demanded.

“Alright, alright,” Nathan gave in, hearing the quiver in your voice and he caught your eye.  “I’ll stop bringin’ it up.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, craning your neck to kiss his cheek and a soft smile crossed his face.

“So, this new job o’ yours…?” he prompted, “I still don’t understand why you wanted it.”

“I don’t really want it,” you replied sheepishly, “but I figured it couldn’t hurt.  Besides I’m only gunna be workin’ there a few hours a week.  Just for some extra cash so we’re not livin’ paycheck to paycheck.”

Nathan nodded, an unreadable look stealing across his usually very open features and you wished at the moment you had Kelly’s powers, wondering just what he was thinking.  Though after everything that had happened the past few days you had a feeling you knew what was going on, your suspicions confirmed when Nathan hastily offered to make dinner as soon as you got home, telling you to relax.

Yep, he was definitely still feeling guilty.

“Hey, so that adult bookstore…” Nathan called from the kitchen as you undressed, changing into something more comfortable for the night.  “They sell anythin’ other than porn?”

“What d’you mean?” you called back, your phone vibrating on the dresser.

Answering the call you missed what Nathan said next as Kelly’s gleeful voice rang in your ear.

“Twenty fucking grand!  Can yeh believe that?”

“What?” you asked, completely stunned for a moment.  “What’re y’talking about?”

“That’s how much I got for my power,” she replied and you felt like a block of ice fell into your stomach.  “I’m quittin’ my fuckin’ job!”

Twenty thousand pounds was a lot of money.  And if both you and Nathan sold your powers, make that double.  Shit.

For a moment even you were swayed despite everything you’d been saying, before you shook yourself out of it, remembering every single time you’d had to watch your boyfriend die before your eyes.  Stick to your guns, dammit.  

“Don’t tell Nathan--” you exclaimed, but it was too late, his exclamation from the kitchen making you wince.

“TWENTY THOUSAND POUNDS?”

“Sorry,” Kelly said and you sighed.  

“So, it’s done then?  All of you sold out?” you asked as you heard Nathan’s hurried footsteps outside the bedroom before his curly head poked through the door, his wide eyes meeting yours.

“Twenty thousand pounds!” he mouthed when he saw you on the phone and you flashed him your most scathing frown, listening for Kelly’s answer.

“Yup, we’re right normal again.  Thank God,” she said and a thought hit you.

“This guy that’s buying all your powers… what’s he doin’ with them?”

“Ugh, now y’sound like Simon,” Kelly groaned and your eyes flicked back to Nathan who was looking antsier the longer you stayed on the phone.  “Who cares what he’s doin’ with them?”

You did.  Well… sort of.  What if he was selling them to bad people or something?

“Well, cheers?” you muttered halfheartedly, not really feeling all that celebratory, preparing yourself for Nathan’s outburst as soon as you hung up.

“Think about what all we could buy with that much money!” he cried and you groaned.

“No!”

“But babe!”

“No!” you cried again louder, sticking your fingers in your ears as you passed him, “La la la!” you sang loudly, drowning out his further exclamations until you felt his hands slip under your exposed armpits, tickling you, forcing you to wrench your hands away from your ears.

“[y/n]!” he whined, laughter tinging his voice as you gasped through your own laughter.  “You really don’t even wanna consider it?” he asked and you turned in his arms to face him.

“Nathan, I already have,” you exclaimed and his expression sobered as he looked at you, his head hanging slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just… there’s so much I wish I could get yeh,” he exclaimed.  “I wish I could provide more,” he confessed, his voice growing softer as he spoke, his eyes dropping from yours.

“Oh, Nathan,” you murmured, rising up on your toes to nudge his nose with yours as a soft smile played at your lips.  “I dunno if you’ve noticed this, but I’m not some helpless housewife or somethin’,” you reminded him gently, “we’re in this together.”

“...I kinda like th’sound of that,” he admitted hesitantly, his eyes flicking to yours before he swallowed and you smiled, pressing your lips to his chastely.  “I s’pose we could be a modern couple,” he relented with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I like it when y’cook for me,” you teased, pulling him with you as you shuffled backward, your back hitting the kitchen counter, knowing he’d only made chicken nuggets and tater tots, which, let’s be honest, was probably what you’d have made as well.

“That does it for yeh, does it?” Nathan asked with a smirk as he helped lift you, setting you on the counter in front of him.

“It’s super sexy,” you purred, catching his grin before his mouth was once again on yours.

“Well, if that’s all it takes--” he joked, pressing his forehead to yours, as he stepped between your legs, “I should be cookin’ more often.”

“Oh yeah?  I could get used t’that,” you replied, slipping your arms around his shoulders, before his kisses turned steamier and the rest of your words fell away.

——

“So, was Simon really mad?” you murmured as you walked next to Alisha heading to the bar to meet up with the others after work, pulling your coat closer around you against the wind that was picking up.  They were already partying it up based on the texts Nathan kept sending you and you grinned down at your phone as you told him you were on your way before shoving it back in your coat pocket.

“About everyone selling their powers?” Alisha clarified and you nodded.  “Yeah, kinda,” she replied, “but I think I made it up to him last night.”

“Oh?” you laughed, raising your eyebrows.

However, as your laughter subsided you heard someone whistling behind you and you shared a tense glance with Alisha.  Both of you instantly realizing you were being followed, but too nervous to let whoever was walking behind you know how spooked you were.  Taking a deep breath you looped your arm with hers and sped up slightly, but the whistling didn’t fall away.

“Hi,” the man behind you called and Alisha glanced over your shoulder, scowling.  

“Fuck off,” she snapped, not slowing her pace.

“That wasn’t very friendly,” the man replied, jogging to catch up to you and you frowned when you saw his face.  It was the same guy you’d seen with Nathan the other night as you passed the Community Center.  The one people were calling Jesus.

“What d’you want?” Alisha demanded as the bloke purposely stepped in front of the pair of you, blocking your path.

“I just want t’chat.  I’m Jesus,” he said with a small self satisfied grin and you scowled.  As he got closer you felt a strange pull and an almost imperceptible tingling akin to a hum flooded your mind.  It was like when you’d confronted Marnie and you could tell without even touching her that she had a power and your eyes widened.

This man had a power as well, but it was more than that.  The humming filling your head was growing louder, a dissonance of pitches, as if there were more than one.  

“Wait, I know you!” Alisha exclaimed, pulling you from your thoughts and the strange humming.  “At the guy who takes the powers.  You were there,” she insisted and your speculations began to come together.

The guy who fancied himself Jesus let out a nervous chuckle, holding his hands up.  “You got me,” he said, letting them drop to his sides once again and you didn’t like the way his gaze traveled over you and Alisha.  “You’re very pretty, the both of you,” he said instead and Alisha scoffed.

“That’s original,” she muttered, pulling you along, “let’s get out of here, [y/n].”

As she moved to step past him the man suddenly reached out, pressing his hand to Alisha’s cheek and she gasped, pushing you away as she reached for him.  “I wanna fuck your brains out!” she cried, trying to kiss him, already slipping her knickers down under her skirt.

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to think quickly.  If what Alisha had said was true about seeing him at the cash for power place and the strange humming in your head meant what you thought it meant, then you might have a shot.  I really hope you have another useful power, you thought as you rushed forward, grabbing Alisha with one hand and Jesus guy with the other.

Instead of Alisha’s old power compelling you to want to shag the guy you felt another familiar power rush through you upon contact and you desperately thought of the bar, feeling your body rush through space, throwing you forward and when you hit the ground, Alisha’s hand still in yours and you gave a shaky laugh.

“It worked.  Holy fuck it worked,” you gasped as Alisha looked around wide eyed.

“What just happened?” she exclaimed, realizing her knickers were around her ankles and she quickly pulled them up.  “Did that guy have my powers?” 

“Yeah, and Nikki’s,” you replied shakily, leaning back against the outside wall of the bar.

“What?” Alisha demanded as you caught your breath.

“He had several of them.  I could… feel ‘em while he was talkin’ to us.  Like, like my powers were… extending or-or something,” you muttered.  

“Simon was right,” Alisha breathed, her face blanching.  “I think we might’ve made a huge mistake.”

——

“[y/n]!  You’re just in time!” Nathan called gleefully, holding up an empty shot glass as you and Alisha hurried into the bar, finding the rest of your friends gathered around the counter throwing back shots.

“What’s wrong?” Simon asked with one look at your expressions, taking Alisha’s face in his hands as she went straight to him.

The others frowned, the cheerful atmosphere melting away and worry clouded Nathan’s face as he watched you.  “[y/n], y’look like you’ve seen a ghost or somethin’.”

Before you could speak Alisha answered Simon, her voice shaky.  “There’s a guy out there who’s calling himself Jesus, and he’s got my power.  He tried to use it on me.”

Simon’s face contorted as Alisha spoke, his eyes growing hard, but she continued.  “If it hadn’t been for [y/n] he would’ve…”

“Wait, how did you get away?” Curtis asked, concern furrowing his brows and you turned to Nikki.

“He also had your power.  I was able to use it to teleport us back here.”

“What?” Nikki exclaimed, gaping at you.

“Hold on, hold on.  Didn’t we see that guy just the other day at th’Community Center?” Nathan asked before looking thoughtful.  “You can have more than one power?” he wondered aloud.

“I lied to you,” Alisha was murmuring to Simon and you didn’t get to hear the rest of their hushed conversation as Nathan moved closer to you.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, ducking his head to try and meet your eyes, reaching for your face when Curtis looked up from the bar.

“Can I get you something?” he asked the man who’d just walked in, flinching back moments later, holding up his hands when the bloke brandished a gun.

“Yeah, empty the till and the safe!” he demanded, gesturing with the pistol and Nathan glanced up, scoffing, a disbelieving grin crossing his face.

“Sure, man, good one,” he joked, his words turning to a yelp as the bloke fired the gun off to the side, the liquor bottles behind the bar exploding in a spray of glass and alcohol and everyone screamed, jumping away.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”  Kelly screeched, ducking, but the bloke once more turned his sights and the gun on Curtis, trapped behind the bar, his hands raised above his head.

“Just give us the money!  Do it!” 

“Alright!” Curtis exclaimed, jumping to empty the till and handing it to the guy who quickly shoved it in his pocket, his gun never wavering.

“And the safe,” he prompted, but Curtis shook his head.

“I can’t.  They don’t trust me with the keys to the safe!”

“That’s cause you’re always giving people free drinks!” Nathan cried, failing to mention he was the one getting the free drinks.

As the guy was too busy focused on Curtis, Simon slowly moved toward him and you held your breath.  What did he think he was gunna do?  Don’t play the hero, Simon!  you silently screamed, but the guy noticed his movement from the corner of his eye and spun, pointing the gun at Simon who quickly backed off.

“Give us your money!  Give us your cash!”  the guy cried instead when it was obvious he wasn’t gunna get into the safe.

The others quickly obeyed, handing over what they had and you flinched when the gun was pointed in your face, Nathan trying to step in front of you.

“Where’s yours?” the robber demanded and Nathan pulled his Santa costume open wider, as if to show him he had none.

“I haven’t got any!  I never have any.  Ask anyone!” he cried, shoving you behind him.

“It’s true, he’s a prick!” Nikki exclaimed from the far end of the bar and her shout startled the thief, his gun swinging to her in panic and you knew you only had moments to act, your body moving by instinct more than anything and you jumped in front of her as the gun went off.

For a moment you looked down at your chest, watching the deep red that you were so familiar with now, having seen more blood in your life than you’d ever thought possible, spread across your shirt.  The only difference was this time, the blood was yours.

“[Y/N]!” Nathan cried, rushing to you as you collapsed to your knees, your fingers brushing his face as he kneeled over you.  As your vision faded you watched the shooter’s panicked face disappear as he fled the bar and then there was only darkness.

——

“[y/n]!  [y/n]!” Nathan cried as he pulled her lifeless body into his arms, already feeling tears welling as he shook her, numbness setting in even as the others rushed around him.

“S-she’s probably borrowed your power,” Alisha stammered and the others quickly agreed but Nathan shook his head, his fingers and lips tingling as his chest tightened painfully, fear squeezing every muscle taut.

“No, no, she hadn’t been touchin’ me,” he exclaimed, the words nearly sticking in his throat, as if saying them aloud would make them true.  “She--she can’t be dead,” he cried, his voice cracking pitifully.  “It should’ve been me!  This was th’whole reason she didn’t want me to sell it.  It shoulda been me,” he repeated, tears stinging his eyes and he lowered his face to hers, letting them fall.

Everything they’d been through together jumbled through his mind as he held her, the others’ voices a buzzing in his ears as he lost himself to his memories.  He’d just got her back dammit; he’d just made a promise to himself that he was never gunna lose her again, and here he was, rocking over her dead body, her still warm blood pooling around him, staining the knees of his stupid santa suit.

He loved her.  He loved her more than he’d ever thought he could possibly love someone, this feeling so foreign and yet with her, so easy.  And now she was gone.  For real this time.  It felt like a gaping hole had ripped through his chest and he’d never quite be whole again.

“Nathan?”

At first he thought he’d been dreaming until he felt someone shake his shoulder, [y/n]’s voice still hauntingly echoing in his ear.

Oh shit, that’s right, he remembered suddenly.  He could see the dead.  But he was almost afraid to look up, to see her ghost standing there.  He didn’t think he could handle that.

“Nathan.”

Shaking his head he refused to open his eyes until he suddenly felt her stir in his arms and he gasped, his eyes snapping open to find her gazing up at him, slightly pale and shaken, but very much alive.

“But… but how?” he asked, his words a whisper, his voice barely working correctly.

“I don’t know,” she answered slowly and he helped her sit up, the others letting out a chorus of relieved sighs and choked sobs, reaching out to touch her, squeeze her hand.  

“You weren’t even touchin’ me… I thought--” Nathan mumbled, smoothing his hand over her face with awe.

“It was like I could feel it.  You were so close to me, it was like I grabbed onto it with my mind,” she replied, trying to make sense of it.

“Your powers are growing,” Simon murmured and everyone looked at him.

“We shouldn’ta gotten rid of our powers,” Kelly muttered, shaking her head, fiercely wiping at the smudged makeup on her cheeks.  “If I’d still had it, I coulda read his mind.”

The others forgotten for the moment Nathan shakily pressed his lips to [y/n]’s, focusing on how solid she felt.  

“God, I thought… fuck I was so scared…” he murmured and [y/n] slipped her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.  I just reacted.  I couldn’t let anyone else get hurt,” she whispered, squeezing him tightly.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y-yeah well, don’t--don’t fuckin’ do that again, yeah?” Nathan exclaimed, forcing his voice toward his regular bravado, and not quite making it.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she teased and Nathan gave a watery laugh.  

“I ain’t tryin’ to.”

“Good.”

 ——

You hung back outside the concrete building, leaning against the graffiti’d wall next to Nathan who refused to let go of you since you left the bar.  The others had decided to try to get back their powers and had been admitted after Curtis banged on the door.  It wasn’t long however before they were filing back out again looking rather dejected.

“What happened?” you asked, watching your friends’ faces.

“He said he already sold my power!” Curtis exclaimed angrily.  

“Obviously mine and Nikki’s too, to Jesus,” Alisha added.

“What about the rest of you?” Nathan asked and Kelly scowled.

“He wanted double the price he paid us for ‘em in the first place,” she exclaimed heatedly.  

“Wait a second,” you said, noticing the look on Simon’s face as well.  “I thought you didn’t sell your power, Simon?” 

“I came back and sold it, later.  After Alisha said…” he trailed off shaking his head.  

For a moment silence fell until Nathan spoke up, surprising you. 

“Hey, that arsehole that shot you… I think I remember him,” he exclaimed, frowning in thought.  “Wasn’t he hangin’ round that Jesus guy’s rally the one day?”

You shrugged, not remembering, but Simon looked up sharply, a hard light in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“I’m gunna kill Jesus,” he announced, taking you all aback.

“What?” Curtis demanded.

“He’s buying up powers, he tried to assault Alisha and [y/n], he sent that guy to rob us.  He’s dangerous.  Someone needs to do something about it.”

“He’s got a point,” you agreed.

“But how are you gunna do that when you don’t have any powers, huh?” Nathan asked.

“Just watch me,” Simon growled, turning on his heel and for a moment the rest of you merely stared at each other in surprise before hurrying to catch up.

“Wait, [y/n],” Nikki called, falling into step next to you, ignoring Nathan’s rather frosty stare, no doubt still blaming her for your near death.  “I just… wanted t’thank you,” she murmured, glancing at you askance.  “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d be dead,” she said bluntly.  “So, thanks.”

“It was nothin’,” you replied, unsure how to answer and Nathan bristled.  

“It was not nothin’!” he cried and Nikki rolled her eyes in response, but she flashed you a small rare grin before hurrying to catch up to Curtis.

When you got to the Community Center the place was in full swing, gospel music filling the main room with people dancing and clapping along, but Jesus was nowhere to be seen.  As you neared the locker room the soft sound of moaning could be heard through the hymns and you all shared a look before filing inside.

In the corner near a locker the guy who’d assaulted you and Alisha earlier was dressed quite a bit nicer than he had been, a girl in a santa hat on her knees at his feet in the midst of blowing him as he counted a large stack of money.

Nathan’s eyes widened at the sight and you grimaced, knowing full well he’d probably used Alisha’s power on the girl.

“Is that the guy?” Curtis asked as Alisha nodded. 

“Can I help you?” the bloke asked as you circled him, smug as can be, completely unashamed.

“You can’t go round pretendin’ t’be Jesus,” Kelly exclaimed.  “What’s God gunna say?”

“I gave my life to him,” he replied, scowling.  “I went without money and sex.  What a joke.  I preached and prayed and no one gave a shit.  But when you do a few miracles, everyone thinks you’re the Messiah,” he exclaimed. 

Glancing up at Nathan, who’s arm tightened subconsciously around you, you found him staring, half horrified, half mesmerized by the girl still blowing the Jesus guy as he ranted on, seemingly unphased. 

“Have you seen that lot out there?” the man was saying, waving toward the main hall, “I’ve given their lives... meaning,” he moaned and Nathan finally snapped.

“I’m sorry, would y’mind gettin’ her to stop?  It’s very distracting!” he exclaimed, pointing at the girl.

“You’re exploiting the vulnerable!” Simon growled as Curtis nodded, “Yeah, one of your followers tried to shoot my girlfriend.”

“Hey, he did shoot my girlfriend!” Nathan cried incredulously, but the others continued on, piling on all his offenses, but the man merely shrugged.

“That’s the Catholic church for you,” he quipped, resting his hand on the girl’s head.

“Hey, he’s got a point,” Nathan muttered and you gaped up at him.  “When I was growin’ up in Ireland, if the priests weren’t fiddlin’ with you, you were one of th’ugly kids,” he exclaimed and your expression grew horrified, wondering if there was more for you to unpack there later.

Before you knew what was happening Simon and Curtis lunged at the former priest, but he jumped away, disappearing completely, having used Nikki’s teleportation power and you heard raucous applause from the main room.

“Anytime we get close to him, he’ll just fuck off again,” Alisha pointed out exasperatedly, but Simon walked to the open locker in the corner filled with cash.

“We could use this to buy our powers back,” he suggested, gesturing to the money, “and then we take him down.”

In hindsight it might’ve been easier to stuff the money in all your pockets or to find a sack or something, but as you were all hefting the locker out of the locker room you were met with a whoosing sound and suddenly Jesus guy was blocking your way.

“I think that belongs to me.”

“Well, come get it if you fuckin’ want it!” Kelly yelled, completely fed up.

Suddenly the locker began to vibrate in your hands and you all felt it try to pull away from you as the man held his hands out, straining, using some sort of power to control the metal, but you only held on tighter, groaning at the effort as the locker began to pull you back toward counterfeit Jesus.

“Guys, let go!” you exclaimed, seeing the situation through to it’s inevitable destination and the others seemed to realize as well, everyone letting go at once.  Without your force holding it back the locker flew through the air like a bullet and before he could stop it’s momentum it connected with his head with a sickening thud, throwing him back against the far wall as the locker door opened and money began to rain through the air.

“Oh fuck, he’s dead,” Nikki exclaimed and you all rushed over, Nathan promptly bending down to snatch a bundle of bills, crossing himself with it before tucking it into his Santa jacket.

“So... guess this is ours now,” you said looking around at the others, a slow smile spreading across your face, mirrored on your friends.  “What d’you say you get your powers back… or maybe some new ones?” you asked, giving Kelly and Alisha pointed looks as they grinned back at you.

“You know, I think there’s a lot more money here than what it’ll take t’get your powers back,” Nathan pointed out, eyeing the mess of pounds greedily.

“So, what are you suggesting?” Curtis asked.

“Divide the money and celebrate, man, duh,” Nathan exclaimed and you barked a laugh.  

“Where does everyone wanna go?” you asked, grinning up at Nathan as he slung his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as the others looked at each other, grins breaking across their faces as well.

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Whatcha Gunna Do About It | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 1k Prompt: could you pretty please write a smutty one shot where the reader is in a band and nathan gets all flustered seeing her perform one night? i know it’s sorta similar to bad kids:) Requested by: Anonymous Warning: semi-public bathroom smut!

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Sure, Nathan had seen [y/n] play before, a couple times at least, so he knew what to expect, plus he could honestly say he liked her music, so the whole thing was a win-win.  However, as she walked on stage looking like that his mouth fell open, his beer bottle nearly slipping out of his fingers.  Composing himself, the crowd bunched around him, pressing him against the barricade in the front of the cramped stage and he settled in to watch the set, lucky enough to have snatched the best spot in the shitty little dive bar, right at [y/n]’s feet.

“[y/n]!  I love you!  You’re so hot!  Go out with me!”

The cry from somewhere behind him in the depth of the crowd made Nathan frown bitterly, but [y/n] didn’t even respond to the catcall, merely playing the opening chord of the song, catching his eye with a wink and flashing him a grin meant only for him.  

His mood once again buoyed, Nathan watched, unable to keep his eyes off his girlfriend.  He didn’t know what it was about tonight, but he’d never seen her this provocative on stage before, shimmying and writhing as she danced, guitar in hand as she shook her hair out, and with each smokey glance she threw him the hotter it felt in the already stifling bar.  During the last song when she caught his eye and bit her lip, Nathan knew there was no way he could wait til they got home before he jumped her.

“Hey babe, what you think?” you asked with a smirk as you joined Nathan at the bar, bouncing up onto your toes to place a kiss to his cheek.  Knowing, or at least guessing at how worked up you’d gotten him, from the look on his face alone, you squeaked as he grabbed your arm, yanking you with him to the back without a word.

“D’you have any idea of how horny I am right now?” he hissed and you couldn’t help but huff an aroused laugh.

“Oh, really?” you drawled cheekily, stepping closer to him, your eyes pointedly flicking down and back up.  “If the size of your boner is any indication, I’d say… pretty damn horny,” you answered smugly, feeling rather proud of yourself.

At your response, Nathan gaped at you, his grip on your arm tightening as he took a deep breath.  “You did that on purpose!” he accused.

“Did what?” you asked coyly, enjoying riling him up.

“Oh-ho, you know exactly what y’did, you little minx,” he exclaimed heatedly, his emerald eyes flashing, “shakin’ your thing up on stage like that, in those sexy little leather pants, do you know how fuckin’ hot that was?”

“Hmm, maybe,” you teased, raising up on your toes to whisper in his ear, his curls tickling your face.  “So, whatcha gunna do about it?”

When you pulled back, you locked eyes and Nathan wet his lips, his gaze darting this way and that before he pulled you with him to the bathroom stall, locking the door behind him.  

As soon as you were inside, his mouth was on yours, deepening the kiss as he groped you, and you found you didn’t mind, reaching down to give his cock a firm squeeze through his jeans and he groaned into your mouth.  

It wasn’t often you could coax Nathan’s dominant side out, usually preferring to take the lead yourself, but enough teasing usually did the trick, leaving him frustrated and needy enough to get a little rough with you, which was exactly what you wanted tonight.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as Nathan’s mouth latched onto your pulse point, his teeth grazing skin as he marked you roughly, kissing lower to leave another dark hickey, and your knees nearly gave out, your panties no doubt a sopping mess.

“Nathan, are y’gunna fuck me or what?” you whined impatiently, surprised he hadn’t gotten your pants off yet.  Pulling back, he caught your eye and you shivered excitedly at the lust drenched gaze that met you.

“Just makin’ sure you’re good an’ wet for me, babe,” he replied cheekily and you grabbed his hand to slide down the front of your panties as you unbuttoned your jeans, relishing the way his eyes lit up as he felt you, swallowing thickly.

“I really don’t think y’need t’worry about that,” you purred and Nathan practically shuddered, pulling his hand from your pussy to hastily free he cock as he stumbled back toward the toilet.  Plopping down heavily, he pulled you toward him, helping you work your tight pants down before spinning you and giving your bare ass a firm swat that brought a gasp to your lips.  Holding onto the wall with one hand you guided his cock between your legs with the other as you lowered yourself onto him with a moan as he filled you.

Taking a moment to adjust, you leaned back against his chest, your cheek brushing his curls as you searched for his mouth, twisting in his embrace to kiss him sloppily as you began to grind in his lap, his cock buried deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck [y/n], oh fuckk you feel so good,” he panted, impatiently thrusting up into you, his free hand not steadying himself reached round for a handful of your tit, slipping up under your bra to knead you with, pinching your nipple roughly.

“Oh God yeah, bounce on my cock,” Nathan groaned, practically pressing his face into your back to stifle his cries as you obeyed.  “I’ve always wanted t’fuck yeh in a bathroom,” he admitted panting as you rode him.

“Yeah?” you asked with a laugh.  “Kinda weird, but okay.”

“Oh, fuck, [y/n],” Nathan exclaimed suddenly, tensing, his cock twitching inside you.  “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Did you just cum?” you asked, stilling in his lap.

“Uhhh… maybe,” Nathan answered reluctantly and you whined loudly, letting your head fall forward.

“Nathannn.”

Getting up, you pulled your pants back up with a huff, left more than wanting, but not keen on having him finish you with his fingers, and Nathan hurried to his feet as well.  “I’m sorry, okay?  I-I couldn’t help myself, that was just so hot an’ your fanny was so fuckin’ tight, there was no way I could’ve lasted any longer under those conditions,” he argued, buttoning his jeans and you turned to throw him a level look.

Despite that, Nathan grinned, stepping closer.  “Besides, that’s what y’get for teasin’ me like that earlier.”

At his words your mouth went slack.

“You fuckin’ dick,” you cried smacking his arm, but he only laughed, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’ll make it up t’you, I promise,” he insisted, batting his eyelashes at you.  “I’ll take yeh home and I’ll fuck yeh till you beg me t’stop and then I’ll fuck yeh again for good measure, till y’won’t be able to walk the next day,” he offered with bravado and you couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“You better,” you murmured, tugging at his shirt and tilting your face to kiss him, feeling him grin against your lips.  

“Anythin’ for you babycakes.”

As if he weren’t getting anything out of it.  The dick.

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Y’Big Baby | Nathan Young x Reader

Word Count: 867 Warnings: None Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: Will you pretty please write a Nathan/reader sick fic or injury fic? Every ship needs one and you're like the best writer out there for him. 😘 a/n: The hardest part of writing a sick fic is deciding which character is the one that’s sick and which one is taking care of them.  So, I decided, why not both?

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“[y/n],” Nathan whined pathetically from the couch, followed by a series of wracking coughs.  “[y/n], I think I’m dyingggggg!”

“You’re not dying, Nathan!  You can’t, remember?” you called back from the kitchen, though a grin tugged at your lips.  As soon as he got even the tiniest bit sick he became even more needy and whiny than usual and though, admittedly, it got on your nerves a bit, you did find it slightly endearing as well.

Putting the finishing touches on the steaming mug of tea — four teaspoons of sugar, Oh my God that’s sickeningly sweet, but that’s the way he likes it, you went out to the couch to find him sprawled out, half draped off the edge, his arm thrown over his face melodramatically, peeking at you from under it.

“That for me?” he croaked, perking up slightly.

“Can’t drink it laying down,” you pointed out, raising your eyebrows and setting it on the coffee table in front of him.  Torn between sitting up eagerly and making a show of how sick he was Nathan sat up quickly before slowly crossing his bare legs under him to make room for you to sit next to him.

Pitifully reaching for the mug of tea he brought it to his lips, burning his tongue in his haste and spitting it back into the mug with a whimper.

“Eww,” you said, fighting back a laugh, reaching for his forehead to check his temperature.

“Kith it bettah?” Nathan asked hopefully, sticking his tongue out toward you.

“Ew, no,” you exclaimed, nudging him away and he directed a pout at you before blowing on his tea and trying once more.

“It feels like your fever’s gone at least,” you mused, making to get up but Nathan shifted, leaning against you, trapping you against the couch as his lips connected with your cheek.

“I still feel like death though,” he moaned, sliding down further l, til his head was resting in your lap and you grinned, running your fingers through his hair.

“Y’big baby, if you get me sick, I swear t’God—“ your words held no heat however and you ended up spending the rest of the day with him on the couch, watching him as he finally got some rest.

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Several days later you were regretting letting him kiss you as you hid under the covers, feeling like death; sweating and shivering in turns under your blanket, unable to get warm.

He wasn’t joking, you thought bitterly with a groan.

Moments later, the door to your shared flat banged open, announcing Nathan’s return and soon he was jumping onto the bed, yanking the covers back so he could see you.

“[y/n], I’m baaaack,” he exclaimed and you only whimpered in return, his voice too loud for your pounding head.

“Nathaaaaan,” you whined, trying to pull the blanket out of his hand.  “I don’t feel well,” you muttered crossly and he stilled, his hand gently pushing your sweat soaked hair from your forehead.

“I know, that’s why I brought yeh some soup,” he said, flashing you a grin that caught your attention.

“Soup?” you croaked hopefully and he held up the sack with the take out container for you to see.  

“Yeah, from that Greek place y’like so much down th’street.”

That definitely caught your attention and you sat up.  “Have I told you today how much I love you?” you murmured, without a second thought.

Nathan’s grin faltered for a moment, a dazed look crossing his face that usually accompanied you saying those words and you wondered if he’d ever fully get used to someone telling him that so easily, and meaning it.

“Yeah, well,” he deflected, getting the container out and handing it to you as he gestured with the plastic spoon.  “I might not be th’best with the whole sick thing.  Knowin’ what t’do and bein’ all domestic an’ shite, but I do know soup’s s’posed ta help, so…”  Trailing off he handed you the spoon as well, your fingers tingling when they brushed against yours.

“Thank you,” you murmured and Nathan’s grin returned.  Toeing his shoes off and kicking them carelessly across the room he crawled over next to you on top of the comforter, plopping down next to you.  As you blew on your first spoonful of lemon rice soup, you glanced at him over the rim of the styrofoam bowl.  “You didn’t haveta do this, y’know?”

Nathan shrugged.  “Aw, I feel a little guilty I s’pose, for gettin’ yeh sick in the first place.”

“Yeah, probably shouldn’t have let you kiss me,” you muttered, slurping the soup from the spoon.  “But, it’s worth it, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Nathan asked, propping his head up in his hand as he watched you.

“Yep, ‘cause now you have t’take care of me.  You’re gunna have t’get a little domestic,” you said, directing a slightly evil look his way as you sniffled.

Nathan made a face, scrunching up his nose, but it was ruined by the way his lips twitched back into a grin shortly after.  “Aw, for you, I guess I could,” he relented sarcastically, but his gaze was full of affection.

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One of Those Days | Nathan Young x Reader

Fandom: Misfits Pairing: Nathan x Reader Word Count: 994 Rating: T Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: Hiiii can I please request a Nathan Young X Reader angsty kind of argument thing and then they kiss? Bonus Points for "What's your problem?" + "You." And make out sesh. 

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It was one of those days.

You know the ones, where you just wake up in a shitty mood and then every tiny little inconvenience just tips you closer to the edge of a breakdown?  Yeah, it was one of those days.

It also didn’t help that as soon as you woke and rolled off his tiny mattress, Nathan was already starting in on his antics, and boy was he in fine form today.  Any other time and he’d usually have you laughing, even at his dirtiest jokes, or at the least rolling your eyes affectionately and giving him a playful shove, but not today.

Today you just wanted to focus on the task at hand and be left to your sour thoughts, praying the others would just kinda notice and leave you alone til your service hours were over, and for the most part they did, but not Nathan.  No, he seemed bound and determined to get on your nerves.

You were waist deep in nasty scummy ditch water, fairly certain your waders had a leak in them somewhere and the smell was starting to get to you.  On top of that your feet kept getting stuck in the mud as you used your skimmer to collect trash when Nathan splashed past you, chasing Simon with something gross he’d pulled out of the water.

“Hey, what the fuck!” you exclaimed, dropping the pole of the skimmer and frustratedly yanking your gloves off to wipe at your face.

Suddenly however, Nathan whipped toward you, dangling the dead thing in your face with an obnoxious laugh.  Yelping in shock you tried to jump away, but your feet stuck and you windmilled your arms desperately trying to stay upright, grasping at Nathan as you fell backwards, pulling him into the water with you.  The last thing you saw his eyes going wide in surprise.

Gasping and spluttering as your head broke the surface you floundered to your feet, coughing as Curtis offered to help you up and soon Nathan emerged from the water laughing.

“Oh, you shoulda seen th’look on your face!” he exclaimed, splashing at the water with mirth.

Growling under your breath you struggled to the shore, climbing the slope out of the ditch and stomping back toward the Community Center, your feet squishing in the waders.  You could hear Nathan calling after you as he trailed behind, but you didn’t turn to look at him, your anger and frustration only building.

Slamming your locker you turned on one of the showers and began to undress, muttering under your breath as Nathan stumbled into the locker room.  

“Hey [Y/N], you’re not really mad are yeh?” he asked, amusement still in his voice.

Ignoring him you let your sopping jumpsuit fall to the floor and heard him fumble with the clasps of his waders.

“[Y/N]?  It was just a joke okay -- hey!” he exclaimed, nearly tripping on the pants of his jumpsuit bunched round his ankles.  “You seriously gunna give me the cold shoulder?”

“Yep, that’s the plan,” you muttered, returning to undressing until you felt Nathan’s hand on your arm, spinning you.

“What’s your problem?” he demanded, his brows furrowed, his curls plastered to his face from his dunk in the ditch.

“You,” you exclaimed, pulling your arm out of his grasp.  “You never know when t’stop!”

“Aw, c’mon it was all in jest!  Usually you’d be laughin’ about shit like that!”

“Yeah well, not today!” you huffed.  “Do you know how disgusting that water is?” you muttered, stalking toward the shower stall and yanking the curtain closed behind you, letting the warm water wash over your face.

“[Y/N], c’monnnn,” Nathan pleaded, the look in his eyes slightly desperate as he slipped past the curtain, flinching at your glare.  “I’m sorry okay, I didn’t mean for yeh t’fall in.”

Turning your back to him you faced the wall, reaching for the soap, desperate to scrub off the layer of filth coating you.

“But hey, look where it got us huh?”  Nathan continued, his voice next to your ear sending a shiver down your spine and you cursed your traitorous body.

“And where did it get us?” you snapped, though your anger was beginning to waver, your outburst having taken much of it out of you.

“Naked and away from work,” he purred and you turned to face him, the hesitant grin on his face making your stomach flip.

“I’m still mad at you, y’know,” you shot back, though there was barely any heat left in your words and Nathan knew it, his grin growing as he backed you toward the corner of the stall, your eyes wandering slowly downward, while heat rose to your face.  

“I really am sorry, okay,” he murmured, leaning in, his eyes finding yours as he hesitated.  “I’ll even prove it,” he said before pressing his lips to yours.  

Your first reaction was to pull him closer before reminding yourself you were angry.  But he does have a point, you admitted, we get to shirk work to clean off... and maybe it’s not so bad, after all.  Not wanting to give in completely without a little fight, you kissed him back with ferocity, your hands tangling in his wet hair before you bit his lip, perhaps a little harder than you meant to.  

Hissing slightly, Nathan pulled back, a wild look in his eyes that bordered on arousal, and before you knew it, his grip on your hips was bruising as he pushed you against the wall, kissing you just as fiercely while you snaked your arms around his shoulders, moaning into his mouth, while the water continued to run, pelting you both as you made out, your moans echoing through the locker room.

By the time you both stumbled back out to the others, clean and rather satisfied, your anger was completely spent and you’d accepted Nathan’s apology, thinking he should apologize like that more often.