#win x nathan x mel

[matthewtkachuk]

monday morning - nathan mackinnon

the boys win the Stanley Cup and you end up in bed with one of them

pairing: nathan mackinnon x reader

warnings: mention of alcohol, mention of sex (not quite explicit but more than implied - yk my brand by now), sex that takes place after both parties have been drinking (if this is a trigger feel free to skip! take care of yourselves my loves)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: hey besties long time no see, hope yall are doing well. one week ago, the colorado avalanche won the stanley cup and you know a bitch couldn't resist a post-win fic <3 s/o to @antoineroussel for being the only one awake and telling me when i'm being pretentious

Monday morning you wake with the feeling of cotton balls stuffed down your throat and a heavy body weighing you down into the mattress. For a moment you can’t quite figure out where you are or how you got here—it’s quite difficult to make sense of anything as you burrow your head back deeper into the pillows and keep your eyes squeezed shut.

Wiggling your toes, you assess the damage, but it’s almost impossible to move under the weight on top of you. Said weight starts to shift a little in its slumber you assume, and that’s when you come to realize whoever is on top of you is one, naked, and two, very very heavy. One of his wandering hands slides from its place by your side up to rest on the underside of your boob and that’s when you realize a third thing—you’re naked too. 

The night before comes back to you in bits and pieces—the longest five minutes of your life at the end of the third period, someone screeching in your ear at the final buzzer, placing your hands on the ever elusive lord stanley and then drinking shitty beer out of it with the half naked team who’d won it half an hour before. Linking arms with some of the better halves and stumbling out of a hostile arena into an even more hostile city, and yet finding a club/bar more than willing to take your—well, not yours specifically—”dirty” money. 

Shots and then more shots and then more shots. If you think hard enough, you vaguely remember doing a body shot off André. Somebody pressing a water into your hands and you pretending to take a large slip before leaving it on the closest bar top when they turned around. Sliding in real close into… someone’s embrace shortly after and then staying there for the rest of the night. You can picture their muscled shoulders and feel the heat of their calloused hands and yet their face remains beneath a dark cloud in your mind. 

“You wanna go back to mine?” whispered in your ear and wandering hands and giggles turned whines turned moans turned toes curling and nails dragging down backs. Chapped lips and a bearded face and praise shared like an oath. 

But who? 

You’re afraid to open your eyes, afraid to face whoever is in your bed or maybe whose bed you’re in, afraid you won’t like who you find or afraid you will and they won’t want you too in the fresh morning light. You know it’s a hotel room—or at least you’re pretty sure it’s a hotel room based on the feel of the sheets beneath you and the too fluffy pillow that’s got your neck at an uncomfortable angle. 

If you had it your way you’d never find out whose hotel room it is, but ultimately you don’t have much of a choice. Not when the mysterious not-quite-stranger presses a chaste kiss to the skin of your neck before rolling off of you with a groan.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he says, punctuated by a small exhale of breath that can only be indicative of disbelief. 

The feeling of your chest constricting is timed perfectly with the way the rest of the night flashes by—EJ leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek, Mel crying into your shoulder, one too many Jägerbombs.

And then Nate. 

Nate lifting you into his arms on the ice and shouting about how they finally fuckin’ did it, Nate’s everlasting eye contact as he tips the Stanley Cup so that the alcohol falls into your awaiting mouth, Nate’s front pressed to your back on the dance floor, Nate’s arms feeling like home when you didn’t know which direction was left and which direction was right. Nate leading you to his hotel room, fingers brushing the 1787 numberplate before turning their attention on you. 

Stumbling into Nate and kissing him and running your fingers through his hair and along the beard on his jawline—”this is so sexy”—getting your hands on him and pressing and pulling and prodding until his naked body covered yours on the neatly made bed. You’d teased him for it, asked him if it was a superstition or just his good manners that had him making the bed on the most important morning of his hockey career yet. He’d only kissed you quiet. 

And then a moment of clarity in the drunken, lust-fuelled haze where he’d pushed back the hair from your face and asked if you were sure. When you’d told him you’d never wanted anything more, he’d told you without shame that it was a tie between you and the cup, and he’d ‘already won the cup tonight.’

It sends tingles down your spine to remember the way he looked at you last night. A look you’d previously seen hours earlier, looking around at the boys after the final buzzer, and then pushing his captain towards it only to hold it minutes later. Like you were the Stanley Cup, like you were the culmination of two and a half decades of hard work and perseverance and overcoming adversity, like you were the thing he’d spent his entire life waiting for.

“The cup and the girl...fuck am I ever lucky,” he speaks again before pulling you so that you lay half on top of him this time. You finally open your eyes to see that very same look still on his face. “Good morning.”

“Hi,” you say, suddenly very shy and wanting to disappear into the covers. You push down the urge to run for the nearest hill, tentatively placing your hand on his chest above his heart. When he covers it with his own you find the courage to speak again. “How did you sleep?” 

“I think I’m still drunk,” he admits with a laugh, “but I’ve never slept better.” 

“Better than Landy?” you ask. “Bet he slept naked in EJ’s hotel room with the cup between them.” 

Nate laughs out loud at that and you preen under the sound. “We’ll get our turn to sleep naked with the cup.” 

“We?” you ask hopefully, tentatively. Despite the look in his eye and the fact that he has yet to let you go, you’re not the kind of girl who makes assumptions or gets her hopes up. In fact, you’re the very opposite—more likely to assume the worst in any situation, and you in fact do so now. 

“I think I made myself pretty clear last night,” he smirks and you remember the gentle way he regarded you during sex. “I’m not a man of many words, we both know that. But you have to know how I feel about you.” 

His hand cups your face and his thumb gently skims your cheekbone before your lips are pressed together.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

#nhl fic #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nathan mackinnon x reader #nathan mackinnon fic #nathan mackinnon fanfic #nathan mackinnon fanfiction #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon imagines #shelb writes

[seanfalco]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should have a threesome.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck, I’m gunna—!” 

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

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

“You wanna cum?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where does Win keep her harness?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Nathan likes it when I fuck him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Put that under your head, y’dork.”

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

“Climb on that dick, babe.”

“What?” Mel exclaimed, gaping at Win.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, yes.  I--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

Maybe this was a mistake. 

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

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Old Endings & New Beginnings

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

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

Word Count: 5.6k (yeah...)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please don't go." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have 3 new messages. 

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

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

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

_____ 

4 months later 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just one or two drinks." 

"Fine," Win smiled. 

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

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

Even before they decided to become a couple. 

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

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

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

It wouldn't be for a while. 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I thought you went to his funeral." 

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, yeah, just loading in now." 

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

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

She would be with Win again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That obvious?" she asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry," she said again. 

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

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

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

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

"Good things?" Nathan smiled. 

"Mostly," Mel smirked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her boyfriend came home." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What'd she do?" 

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

"You what?" Mel interrupted. 

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

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

Mel blinked at him, "woah." 

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

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

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

"Don't I get one?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds good to me, Mel?" Win asked. 

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

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

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A Game of Chance - Nathan Bateman

A/N: I am a little behind but slowly catching up on my January AU writing challenge. This is Shop AU Week 2 Day 9. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + for language, and Nathan Bateman. 

Word Count: 898

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At the coffee shop, there is a chess set in the corner, and every morning, I move one piece. Later in the day, someone else always moves a piece too. I’m dying to know who I’m playing against. - Nathan Bateman

The bell chimes above you as you inhale the overwhelming scent of coffee beans roasting in the air. It's filled with the quiet chatter of private conversations, the overflowing shelves adorned with books, and the couch's worn leather in the back corner. It's a Grind had been your go-to coffee shop for the last three years. Almost every day, you would come for a vanilla latte before work. The employees all knew you by name, and most of the regulars as well. It was a routine ingrained in your brain, and a few weeks ago, a part of that routine changed. 

There has always been a chess set in the corner of the shop. For the longest time, it remained forgotten. But after binging the entire first season of the Queen's Gambit on Netflix, you'd gone to the library and gotten a book on chess and learned how to play. The process was simple once you learned the rules and gotten the roles of the pieces down. Now you just needed someone to practice with. While you waited for your drink, you drifted over to the board, a thin layer of dust settled over the pieces, and you picked up the white pawn and blew it off. Placing it forward across the board. Your name is called, I tore you away, and you walked over, grabbing the drink and walking out. Not noticing another looming over the board and moving the black pawn. 

The next time you came back, you noticed the white piece still in the same spot, but the black pawn had begun to move across the board. In the dust, someone had written with their finger your move, and you smiled at finally having a challenger. And so it went for weeks; each morning, you would eagerly order and peruse your next move. Today, something was different. An envelope lays across the board, and you reach for it, fingers trembling as you open it. 

You have proven a worthy adversary over the past month. But, the time has come for you to finally accept defeat at my hands. Your Queen will be mine, and I would like to make my final move in person. Meet me tomorrow at 9 AM. I will be waiting. N.B. 

You look up alarmed at the board and notice they're correct. Any way that you move your Queen would be in danger. The game was lost. But why would they want to win in person? The idea of meeting your adversary in person is so intriguing, you're already reaching for your phone and putting in leave for the next day. Tomorrow you would finally meet the person you've been waiting for, and you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. Pulling a small notepad and pen from your purse, you scribble down a reply. 

Tomorrow. 9 AM. You're on. Y/N

The next morning you are buzzing with excitement and nerves. Every chime of the bell does nothing to calm your racing heart as you wait. Your vanilla latte steaming in the large cup before you, and you take a sip as the door chimes again. You don't look up this time, focusing on not spilling the hot liquid on yourself. The chair across from you scraps across the floor, and your head shoots up as a man flips the chair around and straddles it. 

He's not what you envisioned, and your heart beats double time as you take real-time to observe him. Fuck, he's hot. Loose dark cargo pants, a long-sleeve cream shirt untucked, and...flip flops? It's snowing outside. You look into his eyes and are startled at the intensity in his deep russet eyes. His head is shaved, and he's got a full beard and mustache, a pair of thin silver frame glasses perched on his nose. 

"You're more beautiful than I thought you'd be," he says as he gazes down at the game. 

"Oh, really, and what did you think I would look like?" He looks up at you, amused over the rim of the glasses. 

"I thought you would be an old man, I hoped you would be a woman, but I didn't get my hopes up." 

You grin, "And are you satisfied?" 

He smirks, "very," his hand reaches across the board, and he knocks over your Queen. Smiling up at you, "Checkmate. What did I win?" 

You feel the heat of his gaze, and you bite your lip. "Tell me your name," you whisper, and he leans across the table. 

"Nathan Bateman." You repeat his name back, and his eyes get darker, "You know I have a chess set back at my place. We could practice; I'm really good at manipulating the pieces. I could teach you." You have a feeling he means more than just manipulating the pieces of the chess set. "What's holding you back? What are you afraid of?"

You tremble and reach for the Queen rotating the piece in your hands as his question hangs heavy between you. The Queen represents the safety and security, the routine you're surrounded with, and the walls you built up to protect. Putting down the piece, you stand, grabbing your bag from the floor and holding out a hand to him, "Absolutely fucking nothing."

He smiles, "That a girl," he rises and takes your hand. Both of you walking out and leaving one game for another. 

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10 Things To Remember Going Into Deadpool 2 This Weekend (Spoiler Free)

With Deadpool 2 slated to hit theaters everywhere in just four days, we thought we'd catch up anyone who might've be living under a rock for the last several months when it comes to being in the know about all the awesome developments for the highly-anticipated sequel to the breakout Marvel Comics success of 2016, Deadpool.

1. Celine Dion has recorded a song for Deadpool 2.

For many fans of Deadpool, Celine Dion might be the last artist that anyone would expect would contribute a song to the soundtrack for the sequel; but she's done exactly that. "Ashes" is Dion's brand new single, and in true Deadpool fashion, the Grammy-winning singer--best know for her song "My Heart Will Go On" from the soundtrack of James Cameron's Titanic has even filmed a hilarious music video for the track with Deadpool himself taking part doing some intepretative dance in high heels!

Watch it here:

2. Ryan Reynolds had a hand in writing the screenplay for Deadpool 2.

Accompanying screenwriters Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick (Deadpool, Zombieland) this time around is the actor behind Wade Wilson, Ryan Reynolds. This is something that makes so much sense, as given Deadpool's uncanny ability to craft hilarious one-liners, seemingly, it might be obvious that some of these came from the mouth of Ryan Reynolds on set during improvisational moments during the shooting of the film in Vancouver, B.C.

3. Deadpool 2 is taking the pop culture references to the next level

There are more this time around than in a entire episode of Fox's Family Guy, although we're uncertain ithat they'll be included in the finished movie.

As 20th Century Fox has been rolling out their campaign to market the film leading up to this week we've seen a hilarious collection of pop culture references in support. First, there were as the Deadpool 2 poster which paid tribute to the 1983 film, Flashdance. In the poster, Deadpool is arched up and back on a chair just as actress Jennifer Beals does so famously in the 1983 blockbuster film which was about a steel worker who aspires to be a professional dancer in the ballet.

Then, there were some Deadpool / Ryan Reynolds references to the hit 1985 Steven Spielberg-produced The Goonies -- to unveil the casting of actor Josh Brolin in Deadpool 2 as "Cable." Reynolds took to Twitter on Feb. 12 to unveil Brolin's casting by posting this hilarious photo of Deadpool painting a portrait of Cable in the image of actor Josh Brolin's Goonies character, "Brandon" aka "Brand Walsh."

Let's not forgot the sneak peek poster in the spirit of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Then, there was the whole insane Bob Ross tribute to promote Deadpool 2. Dressing us as iconic PBS painter Bob Ross (with the wig), Fox released a teaser for the film with some first look footage to excite Deadpool and Marvel fans about the release.Watch the Bob Ross / Sneak Peek Here:

4. A stunt woman died on the set of the film during its shooting.

Stuntwoman Joi Harris, doubling actress Zazie Beetz as "Domino," was accidentally killed in a motorcycle accident during the shooting of the film. It was a tragedy as this was the stuntwoman's first movie shoot! The sequence as it was to appear in the film Deadpool 2 was being filmed at Jack Poole Plaza when the stuntwoman lost all control of her motorcycle and swerved off the set and went through a window at the close by Shaw Tower. The production of Deadpool 2 was shut down for two days as a result; many in the stunt community have said that the accident could have been avoided. The stunt required that the stuntwoman ride through two open doors before turning left; however her exit was onto a big safety ramp. The stuntwoman overshot the platform and was unable to stop the motorcycle, hitting a curb before flying into a massive glass window.

5. 20th Century Fox ordered re-shoots on Deadpool 2 after potential bad test screenings.

Sometimes, a studio ordering re-shoots on a film can mean trouble. It can mean that the movie stinks or that it needs a quick fixing. But, reports are saying that the sequel has won over test audiences. It's been reported that the re-shoots were not ordered to fix any problems with the film but to add in more footage of characters that tested better than anticipated with audiences; however this could just be spin. It is possible that audiences had too many expectations with Deadpool 2, and that the re-shoots were ordered to satisfy those expectations. We won't know until this Friday.

6. The secrey around Deadpool 2 has been epic; nearly as secret as the latest incarnations of Star Wars.

20th Century Fox, Ryan Reynolds have been very careful about what they've said in relationship to the sequel's storyline. It's been unveiled, natch, just hunted at over the last year; firstly, there's been Ryan Reynold's dropping bits and clues on Twitter, and then there's been the numerous sneak preview or trailers that have been slowing popping up in theaters and on television. The producers of Deadpool 2 even parodied the last Avengers or Star Wars films demands for secrey. The letter itself is a spoof of a similar one made by the crew behind Avengers: Infinity War. It even parodies the hashtag made for the Avengers film, #ThanosDemandsYourSilence, #WadeWilsonDemandsYourSisterSorryAutoCorrectSilence”

The funny letter was posted online on Twitter:

"We have embarked on the "Deadpool 2: This is Kind of Your Guys' Fault" World Tour. Almost everyone involved in the film has given Maximum Effort the past two years, maintaining the highest level of super secrets, like how David Blaine catches bullets in his mouth. A nd the secret blend of 11 herbs and spices in Colonel Sanders' delicious moustache.

Only a handful of people know the film's true plot. One of them is not Ryan Reynolds. We're asking that when you see Deadpool 2, you don't say a fucking word about the fun shit in the movie. Cause it'd be super lame to spoil the fact that Deadpool dies in this one. Kidding. Not kidding. Kidding?

The studio even leaked a fake plot in the spirit of Deadpool's sense of humor:

“After surviving a near fatal bovine attack, a disfigured cafeteria chef (Wade Wilson) struggles to fulfill his dream of becoming Mayberry's hottest bartender while also learning to cope with his lost sense of taste,” reads the synopsis. “Searching to regain his spice for life, as well as a flux capacitor, Wade must battle ninjas, the Yakuza, and a pack of sexually aggressive canines, as he journeys around the world to discover the importance of family, friendship, and flavor – finding a new taste for adventure and earning the coveted coffee mug title of World's Best Lover.”

The REAL, spoiler-free, basic plot for Deadpool 2:

Foul-mouthed mutant mercenary Wade Wilson (AKA. Deadpool), brings together a team of fellow mutant rogues to protect a young boy of supernatural abilities from the brutal, time-traveling mutant, Cable.

It is common knowledge now that Deadpool will be assembling X-Force (aka The New Mutants) and here are the actors that will be bringing them to life, although it's uncertain if the X-Force will be based on the original Rob Liefeld period at Marvel. What we know: Josh Brolin will be playing Nathan Summers aka Cable, Lewis Tan will be playing Shatterstar, Zazie Beetz will be playing Domino. That just leaves confirmations as to whom will be playing "Boom Boom," "Cannonball," "Feral, " and "Warpath." Actress Shioli Kutsuna had been announced to be playing a major role in Deadpool 2: would it be a stretch to speculate that she'll be playing Boom Boom in Deadpool 2?

7. What Ifs and Missed Deadpool 2 Opportunities

It's always fun to talk with fellow Marvel fans or those with a real passion for the world of Deadpool about the what ifs or could ofs.

Did you know: Actor Brad Pitt originally met with the director of Deadpool 2 David Leitch about playing Cable but was unable to commit to the role because of previous obligations; although actors like Dolph Lundgren, Michael Shannon, Mel Gibson, Kurt Russell, Bruce Willis, Alec Baldwin, Sly Stallone, Ron Perlman were also considered. Actor Russell Crowe was Deadpool co-creator Rob Liefeld's first choice for Cable. What would've happened if the director of the Deadpool (2016) had returned for Deadpool 2? Original director Tim Miller announced in 2016 that he would not be returning to the franchise due to creative differences with Ryan Reynolds. What would Deadpool 2 be like with Miller at the helm? A fan petition was made for Quentin Tarantino to direct the sequel -- what would that look like?

8. A slight difference from Deadpool the comic to Deadpool 2: the movie?

The comic books depict Domino as a longtime ally and former girlfriend of Cable, who hates Deadpool. In the film, she is introduced as an ally of Deadpool working against Cable. WTF?

9. Deadpool 2 will most likely spin off a X-Force blockbuster franchise for 20th Century Fox.

Seeing how things have been done in the past with Marvel characters popping in and out of various superhero movies as they've been released, it seems apropos that 20th Century Fox is already planning a X-Force movie, if not, franchise. Various undisclosed sources are reporting that the studio will be using the ending of Deadpool 2 to set up the rumored X-Force movie. Most likely, this will come during a scene that could be inserted during the films end credits, or in a moment post-credits. While Deadpool 2 screenwriter Reese has tried to nix the rumors about such on Twitter, it seems like just a obvious move -- especially since Ryan Reynolds already has been reported to be involved in the writing of the X-Force movie for the studio.

10. The love story between Wade Wilson and Vanessa will be amped up.

Duh, you probably already guessed that would happen.

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“5 Great Movie Fights From the Past Ten Years” by Nathan Shepka

Having been a massive action movie fan for as long as I can remember, I’ve just about seen it all. Okay, I’ve seen nowhere near it all, that would be nearly impossible. But I’ve seen my fair share of the cream of the crop (movies like Die Hard, Rambo and Hard Boiled) and I’ve seen the absolute lowest of the low, the bottom of the barrel.

For that reason alone I think it makes me a pretty good judge of on-screen scuffles. Again, I’ve seen loads. From Bruce Lee to Van Damme and everything in between. I appreciate a great punch-up, whether that be full blown brawling ala Hard Times (Charles Bronson) or wrist snappingly brutal martial arts fights ala Hard to Kill (Steven Seagal).

Here we’re going to look at some stellar fight scenes from the last decade. In a time of overblown superhero movies it’s sort of slim-pickins’ in terms of real, old fashioned hand-to-hand fight scenes, especially compared to the 80’s and 90’s for example when actors like Van Damme, Seagal, Norris, Stallone, Schwarzenegger and many more were at their peak.

Hence why some of the fights mentioned below either come from instant cult classic foreign films or sometimes from direct-to-video diamonds in the rough. These are by no means the cream of the crop but are just some of my favourite fight scenes in terms of being really impressed upon first and subsequent viewings.

Fast Five – Vin Diesel vs The Rock

Let’s start with a nice easy one. You have Vin Diesel, cornerstone of increasingly ridiculous action franchise ‘Fast & Furious’, you have the introduction of hulking wrestler Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnston to the franchise. This surely has to make for a good skirmish.

Not famous for their intricate aikido moves or graceful high kicks, this fight relies more on cracking each other across the face with punches powerful enough to level buildings. It’s not ground-breaking by any means but it’s exciting to see the two shaven-headed bulls duke it out.

The fight is a lean 2 and a half minutes, not dragging itself into the realms of audience boredom whilst keeping it trim enough to leave the viewers wanting more. This grapple-fest ranks above the slightly skimpy Rock vs Statham battle in Furious 7 that marginally suffered from typical Hollywood editing farts and slightly uninspiring choreography despite featuring some unusually artistic camera movements.

The Rock and Diesel bulldozing through the set like it’s a china shop is reminiscent of Van Damme and Lundgren’s breeze block filled re-match in the belated Universal Soldier: Regeneration and it serves as a memorable scene in a movie that’s already filled with ludicrous stunts and physical feats.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQEfEeBR3-M

Skin Trade – Dolph Lundgren vs Tony Jaa

A movie that was criminally never released on DVD in the UK and that arguably would have made a killing in terms of the casual action fan enthusiast, (given that the cast includes B-movie legends Dolph Lundgren, Tony Jaa, Michael Jai White, Ron Perlman and Peter Weller), Skin Trade features some exceptionally strong martial arts battles.

With a cast like this, you'd expect that to be the case but when you consider the budget of the film and presumably the limitations it had in comparison with a 200 million dollar Fast & Furious entry for example, you'd be forgiven for anticipating underwhelming ‘X vs Y’ fights, a bit like The Expendables franchise has unfortunately produced.

However, Skin Trade really does pull out all the stops in terms of fights and Dolph's battle with Asian action puppet Tony Jaa impresses due to its shrewd combination of the lumbering Lundgren relying on brute strength and nimble Jaa flying around like a praying mantis. A superbly lit location, lengthy punch-up and the best of American and Asian choreography make this one to watch. It totally trumps Dolph's strategically similar battle with Jet Li in The Expendables and Jaa's initial fight with Paul Walker in Furious 7.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiKDAGrjuBE

 Hunt to Kill – Steve Austin vs Gary Daniels

A little-known movie starring Steve Austin, Hunt to Kill’s generic plot involving a border patrol agent (Austin), stolen money and a band of thieves scrambling through the woods doesn’t exactly set the heather on fire. Additionally, an appearance from Eric Roberts and a sulky teenage daughter in peril help to cement this solidly in ‘cliched action schlock’ territory.

Despite this, it’s directed with competence by long-time Seagal collaborator Keoni Waxman and the action is well-shot enough to put this a notch above where it should be, serving as a passable Saturday night 90-minutes with a crate of beer.

The typically handy henchman comes in the form of B-movie icon Gary Daniels who has fought a plethora of action guys in often under-baked fights including his short-lived, one-sided scrap with Seagal in Submerged, choppy brawl with Statham and Li in The Expendables and repetitive rumble with a sleepy Snipes in Game of Death (not a remake of the posthumously released Bruce Lee flick by any means).

Here he fights a clunky Steve Austin, who throws his big meaty fists around with the agility of a battle tank; but Gary Daniels’s best high kicking, Austin’s ability to take a hit and a satisfyingly mean end for said henchman make this a welcome 3-minutes in an otherwise pedestrian action flick.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHzcL487dX8  (excuse the German dubbing!)

Parker – Jason Statham vs Daniel Bernhardt

The next entry features another B-movie bad guy who has made a career out of playing the sneering henchman. Daniel Bernhardt has challenged action icons Chuck Norris in The Cutter, Keanu Reeves in John Wick and Jean-Claude Van Damme in soon to be released Kill ‘Em All. But here, he’s fighting the Stath in what is one of the least memorable movies of Jason’s career.

However, there are a few standout moments in this largely forgettable crime thriller that sees Statham play Parker, (the same character Mel Gibson’s role in Payback was based on) and his fight with Bernhardt is one of them, coming out of nowhere with pacey aplomb. The other is Jennifer Lopez doing a bit of a sly striptease.

This fight earns extra points for sheer brutality, and just when you think it’s over it hits the gas one more time. After smashing each other into everything in sight in a high-rise apartment, utilising the television, the shower curtain and even the toilet cistern, the fight ends with them baying around out on the balcony and Statham enduring a painful self-inflicted knife wound in order to save himself. If the conclusion of the fight doesn’t leave you wincing a little, you’re probably the devil.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHFZGDFdovU

The Raid – Yayan Ruhian vs Iko Uwais & Doni Alamsyah

Insane on every level, this brings back memories of both Bruce Lee and early Jackie Chan chop-socky slugs but with added punch, uber-violent dynamic and a sense of tension and panic arguably never reached before by any on-screen martial arts bout.

Asian action triumph The Raid is excellent as a whole but the final two on one battle featuring terrifyingly agile villain ‘Mad Dog’ is the ultimate final gift of an already jam-packed spectacle. Lasting an entire 5 and a half minutes and set in a minimally dressed room, so grey that it blends with the actors’ clothing, it impresses without the use of extravagant or contrived props or gadgets.

No, it’s just a solid flow of hundreds of perfectly timed hits, barrages of genuinely painful looking landings and editing fluid enough to keep your eyes focused on the fight without having to dissect a collage of murky choppy cuts ala the Bourne franchise, to figure out what’s going on.

The last time I witnessed such a high-stakes two on one battle was Mel Gibson and Danny Glover duking it out with the lightning-fast Jet Li in Lethal Weapon 4, in a fight that was both as violent as the original movie and made the audience fear for the charaters’ lives thanks to a flawless portrayal of the bad guy’s skills.

Here is no different and upon first watch I was on the edge of my seat and borderline hollering at the TV for the good guys to win. They just can’t keep Mad Dog down, every time you think they have the upper hand it is snatched away from them and that’s what makes for such a thrilling battle.

To make a good fight, you have to make it look like the underdogs are going to lose, so that the win is much more of a relief and it’s a major relief when the two heroes finally stop taking a pummelling from determined, relentless Mad Dog. Sometimes it’s as much about the narrative or the stakes as the technical ability itself. The Raid final fight has both. Outstanding.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpQNSW3S5Dg

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[seanfalco]

The Deciding Factor | Misfits ot3 au

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Win…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m still in love with Mel.”

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nathan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too.”

“I miss her,” Nathan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh?  Now you’ve got my attention.”

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

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

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Ot3 Drabble

@sean-falco posted about our AU so here's a little thing I wrote.

"Win, you still awake?" Nathan whispered, careful not to wake the other woman in his arms.

"Yeah, what's up?" Win responded, just as quiet.

"Do you… do you still have Seth's number? I know him and Kelly have moved on, and he doesn't deal powers anymore, but they always come back for Christmas-"

"Nathan," she interrupted him, "where are you going with this?"

"I don't think I want to live forever if we can't live with Mel. But I know that was our plan. And I know I'm a klutz. If you don't want me to, I don't have to get rid of it."

She simply smiled, "Are you sure that's what you want? You're so proud of your immortality."

"Yes. Maybe it'll be hard, but I want to grow old with you. With both of you. I know I'm hot stuff, but I don't want to stay like this forever. Well, like this," he motioned to their cuddling situation, "yes, but not me being some twenty year old while my wives are all old and gettin' the senior discount."

"Your wives?" Win chuckled.

"Yeah, my wives."

#ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #win x nathan x mel #nathan young #shameless self indulgence

[bisexualnathanyoung]

I’m not saying that i would read a win x nathan x mel fic, but i would totally read a win x nathan x mel fic lmao - the dynamic they would have is supreme

I know!!!! Joz and I already set up a backstory and basically talked about them all night long. It makes me really happy that someone else is invested enough in our characters to actually want this!!! 💗❤️💗❤️

@sean-falco !!!

#ry rambles #asks #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #that ship name is probably way too long but i think its really funny so im gonna use it for now #win x nathan x mel #this concept makes me so fucking happy

[seanfalco]

Dog Eared Page | 04. Wondering

a collaborative crossover fic by @seanfalco​ & @imagine-you​

Pairing: Nathan Young x f!Reader/Luke x f!Reader (eventual Nathan x Reader x Luke) Warning(s): Language, Drug Mention, Smoking Word Count: 6.1k a/n: Mel and I are always a little curious if you can tell who wrote which part lol.

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"You alright?" [y/n] asked, her fingers working through his curls.  "You've been kind of quiet.  That's not like you at all."

"Just enjoyin' this, is all," Nathan mused.  He had his ear pressed to [y/n]'s chest, his eyes closed as he let the rise and fall of her chest lull him into a doze.  She thought he just liked using her tits as a pillow, which he did, but he also liked hearing her heartbeat.  It confirmed for him that this was real.  [y/n] was real and here and his, and she wasn't going anywhere. 

He couldn't really remember why they were lying on his mattress in the Community Centre or how they’d made up, but he was just so glad to have her back with him.  It had been torture seeing her every day and not being able to simply reach out for her.  It had felt for a while like she had been completely over him, but somehow he’d managed to win her back. 

He nestled his head in closer to her chest, enjoying the warmth that spread through him from feeling her pressed so close against him.  "So, you really forgive me?  For everythin’?"  He couldn't help but check and make sure that he was in the clear.  It all seemed too good to be true and he needed to know that what they had was really fixed.

"I do," [y/n] reassured him, tugging briefly on his hair. 

He glanced up at her to see she was smiling at him.  It was the smile that had always seemed like it was just for him— fond with just the slightest hint of exasperation, but love beneath it all.  He hadn't witnessed that look on her face in so long that he’d been starting to forget that it existed in the first place. 

Leaning up to place a kiss on her lips, he was sure he'd be up for another round, but it was at that moment his bladder had to go and ruin the mood. 

"Fuck," he whined against [y/n]'s lips. 

"What?  What is it?"

"I've gotta pee," he groaned before he reluctantly sat up.  "Don't go anywhere," he insisted before he got up.  He took a few steps away from the mattress before he was brought up short by the sound of [y/n] moaning. 

He turned around, thinking that she was merely getting started without him before he realized she wasn't alone.  It took him a moment to recognize who was on top of her, but when he did, his blood began to boil. 

"Fuck, Luke, that feels so good," [y/n] breathed before she turned her head, looking right at Nathan, her eyes meeting his.

Jolting awake, Nathan felt his heart hammer in his chest and he automatically reached out, looking for [y/n], but she wasn't there. 

"Fuck," he growled as he forced himself to sit up, scrubbing at his eyes.  "Just a stupid fuckin' nightmare," he realized, feeling conflicted. It was nice getting a moment with [y/n], even if it was just in his dreams, but then that Luke prick had shown up and ruined it all. 

He knew he was going to have to find a way to separate the two of them. If he didn't, his nightmare might very well come true. 

——

Nathan wasn't in the mood to do his service that day.  Sure, he'd usually jump at the chance to spend time with [y/n], but not if Luke was going to be there.  The new guy had a way of worming his way between them or of making Nathan look like a downright jackass compared to him.  Luke seemed to be ruining any remaining chance Nathan had with [y/n] and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to fix that.

"Fuckin' curly-haired prick thinks he can come in and steal my girl?  Well, he better get in line," Nathan muttered as he pulled on his jumpsuit.  "No one’ll be stealin’ my girl but me," he continued.  "Thinks he's so cool cause he gets people high.  He doesn't even do it for free!  I bet he marks up the prices and pockets the extra cash.  I bet he's a dirty thief too.  What a cunt," Nathan ranted, trying to get over the image of Luke on top of [y/n] his mind had gifted to him earlier that morning. 

He knew it wasn't real, but he had caught the way Luke and [y/n] had been practically eye-fuckin’ each other just the other day.

"No respect for me," he grumbled before he made his way down to the first floor. 

He knew he was probably a little late to join the others for the day, but when he didn't see anyone else waiting downstairs, he went looking, going to go check outside when a sound caught his attention, freezing for a moment before he realized what the sound had been. 

Moaning.  Someone was shaggin’ just behind the door to the storage room. 

Nathan’s mind went immediately to his nightmare and he moved towards the door, trying to figure out if it was [y/n] and Luke.  He tried pushing the corrugated metal door up, wanting to catch whoever it was in the act, but it was locked. 

Banging a fist on the door, he pressed his ear to it.  "Are you two shaggin' in there?" 

"Fuck off, you pervert!" Alisha yelled, causing a relieved smile to break out on Nathan's face.

"Piss off!" Curtis added, hitting the door in an effort to ward Nathan off.  He should have known that wouldn't work with Nathan, of all people. 

Thankful for the confirmation that it wasn't [y/n] and Luke having sex in the storage room— unless they were having some kind of orgy with Alisha and Curtis and hadn't thought to even invite him, he called to them through the door.

"Well, don't keep us waitin'!  We've got things to paint or trash to pick up!  Who knows?" 

"Just go away!" Curtis shouted, prompting Nathan to laugh before turning away.

If [y/n] wasn't shagging Luke in the storage room, then that was all he cared about at the moment.  Now, he just needed to make sure they weren't shagging somewhere else. 

——

You weren't really in the mood to deal with community service today.  If you were being honest with yourself, then you also weren't really in the mood to deal with Nathan today.  You were sure you’d get stuck doin’ something awful and you just weren't all that up to listening to Nathan try to win your trust back by spouting whatever nonsense he’d prepared for you today.  You hadn’t sleep well at all the night before, which you were sure had something to do with the stress of figuring out what to do with Gary and Tony’s bodies.  You were relieved that they weren't going to be a problem anymore, but you had a feeling that your troubles were just beginning. 

You weren't far from the Community Centre when you noticed Luke talking to a guy you didn't recognize.  Their heads were bent low towards each other and you wondered what they were talking about.  Luke was staring into the guy's eyes, an expression on his face you didn't recognize before you noticed a smile quirk up the corners of his mouth.

At first you figured you’d ask Luke if he wanted to walk with you the rest of the way to the Community Centre until you saw him hand over a small baggie to the stranger.  The other bloke nodded his head, handing over a handful of cash in return.

"Shit," you hissed, ducking out of sight when the stranger glanced around, as if checking that they were alone.  You realized then that Luke had been dealing, and weren't really sure how you felt about that, but you figured it was probably none of your business. 

Deciding to take a different route to the Community Centre so you wouldn't have to pass him, you set out again.  Luke seemed nice enough, but you were wary, unsure if you should admit to him that you’d seen him. 

By the time you got to the Community Centre and heard Nathan laughing about catching Alisha and Curtis wanking in the storage room, you hoped that your daily bout of service went quickly so you could crawl back into bed as soon as possible. 

——

Nathan thought joking about Curtis and Alisha gettin’ it on in private would have boosted his spirits more, but one look at Luke arriving at the Community Centre considerably dampened his mood.  Now, they were on trash duty again and even though he'd had fun for a while poking at Weird Kid with the trash picker, it still hadn't been enough to make him feel any better. 

He was just thinking about ways to keep [y/n] and Luke apart that didn't involve telling Luke [y/n] had herpes again when he felt someone bump into him. 

He glanced over to see that it was none other than Luke walking beside him. 

"What d’you want?" he demanded.

Nathan just knew this Luke bloke was a total prick.  He’d showed up outta the blue and thought he was all cool and suave just because he was some hot shot drug dealer?  Nathan could deal drugs too!  If he, y’know, could figure out where to buy them in the first place. 

Point was, he didn't really like Luke, but he was well on his way to outright despising the guy when he leaned over and nodded towards [y/n] walking ahead of them.

"I'm callin' bagsies on that one, mate," Luke told him before he shot Nathan a sly grin.

"What?" 

"Bagsies.  That one.  Right there," Luke stressed as he pointed to [y/n].  "With the, y'know," he helpfully supplied as he brought his hands up to cup under his pecs. 

"That's my girlfriend!" Nathan cried, feeling outraged that some newcomer could just waltz right in and call dibs on his girl.  His nightmare was starting to come true right before his very eyes and it seemed as if there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it. 

"Ex-girlfriend," Weird Kid pointed out. 

"Well, okay, yes...but it shouldn't matter!  What happened to bro code?  Honor among men, er well, young offenders!"

Luke shot him an unimpressed look before he clapped a hand to Nathan's shoulder.  "There's just one problem with that, then," he said.  "You're not my bro," he added before he began to make his way over towards [y/n].

"Tough luck, mate," Curtis said as he passed Nathan. 

"You're actin' like he's won [y/n]'s heart already!  I've still got a chance."

"Yeah, right," Alisha snorted before she bumped her shoulder against his as she followed after Curtis. 

Nathan was set to tell them off and maybe point out that they had no business sticking their nose into his relationship when Curtis got distracted by a girl waiting just outside the Community Centre. 

Nathan noticed Curtis freeze before he waved everyone else ahead.  Nathan, nosy as ever, couldn't help but keep an eye on the pair as Curtis addressed the girl.  He seemed awfully familiar with her and from the way the girl was watching Curtis, Nathan had a feeling they shared a past he was trying to hide from the rest of the group. 

He so badly wanted to know what they had going on, but his attention was snagged by [y/n] going off with Luke, separating from the rest of the group.  He felt his hands clench into fists at his side, jealousy washing over him as his nightmare replayed in his mind.

He figured at this point he would do just about anything to keep Luke and [y/n] from getting any closer, but he wasn't sure just how to accomplish that yet. 

——

You were walking ahead of the group, swinging your trash picker idly at your side, when you noticed someone sidle up to you. 

"Fancy a smoke?" Luke asked, nudging you in the side.  "We could play a little hookie and let th’others get started without us.  I'm sure they won't miss us."

You glanced over your shoulder to see Nathan was distracted by Curtis talking to some girl and you found yourself nodding your head in answer, curious about Luke and what he’d be like once the two of you were alone together. 

"Let's do it," you agreed, letting him lead you around the corner of the building away from the others.  He brought you to a picnic table situated away from where you were supposed to be picking up trash. 

You felt only the slightest bit guilty about leaving the others to start without you, but you figured you were owed at least a few moments of peace with a cute guy after the chaos of the last few days.

Luke hopped up onto the table before he gestured for you to join him and you sat down beside him, not able to hide your amusement when he scooted closer so that your thighs were touching. 

"You mentioned something about a smoke?" 

"Right," Luke muttered, patting down the front of his trousers before he reached into his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes. 

"Oh," you breathed.  You weren't sure what you’d been expecting, but after seeing Luke dealing that morning, you’d just kinda assumed he meant something other than an actual cigarette when he mentioned smoking. 

"What's th’matter?" Luke asked, frowning over at you as he lit the cigarette. 

"It's just..." you trailed off, not really sure how to continue.  You figured that you might as well come clean, since you didn't have a better lie ready to tell Luke anyway. "I saw you this morning," you finally admitted and he nodded. 

"Right," Luke said, taking a drag from the cigarette before he held it out to you.  "Thought I pulled you over here t’get high?" 

You couldn't tell if he thought it was funny or insulting, but you still decided to tread lightly.  As much as you wanted to get to know him, you honestly didn't know all that much about Luke yet.  You weren't really sure how to act around him or what his sense of humor was like, but you were startled to realize that you wanted to know.  You wanted to know anything he would tell you. 

"Sorry," you offered with a grimace.  "I just don't really... know you, and I'm not really sure what y’want."

"Then let's change that, yeah?"  He shot you a pleased smirk when you finally took a drag off the cigarette.  "What d'ya wanna know?"

You shrugged your shoulders, not really sure where to start.  "Why were you dealing before heading to community service?"  You knew it was kind of a heavy question to start with, but you couldn't help but wonder. 

"I gotta provide for myself, and that's all I really know how to do," he answered, something in his tone giving away that it wasn't completely accurate, but you didn’t press the issue. "Besides, it got a whole lot easier t’do after that freak storm that blew through here."

You felt your eyes widen at his words.  It couldn't be possible, could it?  What were the chances that the new addition to your group had also ended up being affected by the storm? 

"What’re you talkin’ about?"

"Well," Luke started before he took another drag, breathing out a cloud of smoke before handing the cigarette to you.  "I noticed somethin' funny after that storm.  When I’d first moved here, I had trouble findin’ some loyal clientele, but after that storm, it was like I could make ‘em interested, y’know?  I could make ‘em want the drugs even if they didn't at first.  It took me a while to understand what I was doin’, but I was makin’ them addicted.  Oh, don't look at me like that," he said when you shot him a worried look.  

"I don't really know how it works, but I've never harmed anyone with it.  No one's died or OD'd or anythin’.  It's just...a way to make ends meet," he finally offered with a shrug of his shoulders.  "I ain’t exactly proud of it or anything, but I've gotta support myself somehow.  Y’wouldn’t want me t’be homeless would yeh?" he asked.

"Huh," you breathed, at a loss for anything else to say.  Helping Luke finish off the cigarette, you sat there in silence for a while.

"So," he started as he dropped the cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his sneaker.  "Have you got one too?  A power? Noticed anythin’ different after the storm?"

"Sort of," you started, not really sure how to explain what was going on with you.  "I think it's tied to my emotions.  I get angry and I blow shit up.  That's all it's been so far, but I figure there has t’be more to it than that, y’know?"

"I bet there is," Luke agreed, shooting you a considering look.  "You should try testin’ it out.  See what happens when you feel different stuff.  Happiness or sadness or fear.  Lust," he added after a moment, eyeing you with a smirk.  "You should definitely test that one out."

"Oh, I should, huh?" you couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as you glanced away from him. 

Luke was silent for a moment and you glanced over at him to see him lost in thought.  He grabbed another cigarette before lighting it, taking a quick drag as if steeling himself, before he seemed to finally decide to just go ahead and ask what was on his mind. 

“Okay, I hafta ask, is that prick, Nathan, really your ex?  You dated him?” Luke asked, blowing a stream of smoke skyward as he looked over at you, his brows hiding in his curls.

Snatching the cigarette from his fingers, you scoffed.  “Yes, okay!” you answered, fighting back a grin in response to the one on Luke’s face that said he was holding back laughter.

“But why?  Does he have a giant cock or somethin’?”

“Luke!” you gasped, laughter spilling forth despite your best efforts at holding it back.

“What?  C’mon, it’s a valid question!  I had t’ask!  I mean, what other reason would you’ve had t’date a git like that?  What could y’possibly see in him?”

“Rude,” you exclaimed, gasping playfully as you looked over at him, your laughter infectious and soon he was joining you.

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean it like that,” Luke explained, grinning at you.  “I’m just curious.”

“You really wanna talk about Nathan right now?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

For a long moment Luke considered you, bringing the fresh cigarette to his lips, holding it between his slender fingers.

“No, not really,” he admitted, his laughter dying away.  “I’m more interested in whether I have a chance with yeh,” he said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

Feeling your cheeks heat, you quickly looked down.  Clearing your throat, you avoided his question, answering instead his earlier one.

“Nathan’s not a prick all th’time, y’know?  Just… most of th’time,” you murmured.  “Sure, he’s an immature arse, which is part of the reason we broke up, but it’s been exacerbated lately by the fact that he’s jealous…” you muttered.

“He’s jealous, huh?” Luke asked, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips that made your stomach somersault.  “Of me?”

“Clearly,” you answered, again fighting back a grin.  

“Should he be?” Luke asked coyly, eyeing you expectantly.

Hesitating for a moment, you let your gaze travel over him before answering, grinning as you snatched the cigarette from his fingers to bring back to your lips.

“A little, yeah,” you answered and Luke’s brows shot up excitedly.

“So I do have a chance with yeh?”

“Play your cards right, yeah,” you answered, feeling slightly giddy.  You had to admit, you missed the excitement of being chased, the flirty back and forth banter, the sexual tension.  

Silence fell as you smiled to yourself, watching a piece of litter blow past you, carried by the wind as you lazily blew a trail of smoke.

“Can I ask yeh somethin’?” Luke mused, and you glanced over at him.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Y’said the other day that th’only reason you’re here is cause of your ex,” he pointed out, and you grimaced, sensing where he was going with this.  “So, what exactly did he do?  It can’t really be from eatin’ some pick ‘n’ mix,” he scoffed.  At the flat stare you directed at him, Luke’s brows rose.  “No fuckin’ way!”

“Oh, yeah,” you exclaimed, flicking the spent cigarette butt away.  “It’s an oversimplification, but yeah, basically.”

“Okay, now I have t’hear this,” Luke muttered as you launched into the story of that night.

——

“Are y’ready t’get your arse whooped?” Nathan exclaimed smugly as he pulled his bowling ball from his bag to set in the rack with the others.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m totally gunna cream you,” you countered cheekily, picking out a ball for yourself.

“Just cause we’re datin’ doesn’t mean I’m gunna go easy on yeh!” Nathan pointed out, waggling his eyebrows at you before pulling you into his lap, his mates groaning, tired of your rather frequent public displays of affection.

“I don’t need you to, t’wipe th’ floor with yeh,” you countered with a smirk.

“Shall we make a little wager, then?” Nathan asked, his grin growing.

“Like what?”

“How ‘bout, loser has t’give th’winner victory head afterwards… in th’ public toilets,” he suggested, raising his brows at you.

Considering for a moment, a flash of excitement rushing through you, you held out your hand to shake on it.  “You’re on, Young,” you exclaimed, letting him up to take his turn, rolling your eyes as he suggestively licked his bowling ball before sending it down the lane, holding his surprisingly graceful followthrough as he watched the ball’s progress.

“C’mon you beautiful bitch!” he muttered, his eyes following the ball as it began to roll toward the outer edge, missing every single pin as it fell into the gutter.

“So close!” he exclaimed, turning to face you and his friends, holding his fingers close together, completely unbothered by his gutter ball.

“Oh yeah babe, you nearly had it,” you laughed, watching him try again.

To your chagrin however, Nathan managed to beat you in the first game.  Barely.

“Best two outta three?” you offered, hoping for another chance, even though you really weren’t all that upset about losing the bet. 

“Alright, fine, but I’ll just beat yeh twice as bad, then,” Nathan exclaimed with a boastful laugh.  “But first, I’m hungry.  I’ll be right back, princess!” he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to your check before ambling off.

“Okay,” you called as Nathan wandered toward the concessions.  He’d only been gone for like five minutes when you heard his voice over the P.A. system.

“Help!  I’m bein’ attacked by a chick with a dick!  Aaaaaaahhh!” he cried before being cut off.

Frowning, you jumped to your feet, instantly finding the source of the commotion as several security guards rushed in to take Nathan down not far from your lane.

“Nathan?  Nathan!” you exclaimed, hurrying over.  “Nathan, what th’fuck?”

“You know this delinquent?” the manager demanded, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he frowned down at Nathan.  Before you could answer, however, Nathan began convulsing on the ground, rather convincingly, even if you knew it was nothing more than a wind up.

“Get off him, he’s havin’ a fit!  Call an ambulance!” the manager cried as Nathan flopped over once more and fell still, the guards pinning him down quickly letting him loose.

Seconds later, however, he cracked an eye, glancing up at you before he was back on his feet and had grabbed your arm as he took off running, a wild look in his eyes and a grin on his face.  “Nathan, what’re you doing?” you hissed as he dragged you with him, leading the rent-a-cops and the bowling alley manager on a merry little chase across the room, ending with the pair of you slipping down the greased lanes, attempting to crawl through to the back where they caught up to you and carted you back to the manager’s office anyway.

“I was like you when I was younger.  I thought I knew everything.  I was a right cocky little arsehole.”

Nathan leaned forward against the manager’s desk, sizing the bloke up, an amused look on his face.  

Oh, this approach, huh? you thought, rolling your eyes.  You knew Nathan better than that, it’d never work.  His problem was, he didn’t care.  He saw everything as a joke, and this would be no different.

“And look where it got you,” Nathan replied cheekily, gesturing to the cramped little office.  “You’re livin’ the dream, man.”

“You think you’re better than all this?” the manager scoffed incredulously, his gaze flicking to you as if asking if Nathan was for real.

“I know I’m better than all this,” Nathan insisted, he too glancing over to you for a moment.  “Because, Bev, if I’m not, I’ll probably hafta kill myself.”

You couldn’t help but groan as Nathan fired a staple across the table at the man, playing with his staple gun before it got wrenched out of his grasp.

“Look, I’ve done muckin’ around!” Bev cried, his voice raising.  “You either pay for this damage, or I’ll call th’police.  What’s it to be?” he asked, his gaze now taking in the pair of you.  “You seem like a reasonable young lady, I’m sure you want to avoid all this unpleasantness,” he reasoned.

“Of course I do,” you exclaimed through clenched teeth as you flashed a glare at Nathan.  “I don’t… I don’t have any extra money right now.  I just paid my rent…” you trailed off, shaking your head, your stomach churning.  

“Call the police!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly to your horror, and you gaped at him, Bev looking between the two of you uncertainly as he reluctantly picked up the phone.  As soon as it was to his ear Nathan threw his hands up.  “No, wait, hold on.  Hold on.  I’ll pay th’damage, alright?” 

Bev hung up the phone with a confused look on his face and you let out a breath as Nathan turned to grin at you, mischief in his eyes and your stomach flipped once more.  

“Nathan—” 

“Actually, y’know, forget it.  Call th’cops!” he exclaimed, turning back to the manager.  Before the phone was back in his hand, Nathan was already changing his mind again.

“Stop dickin’ around!” Bev cried, looking at you almost apologetically.

Pulling his wallet from his back pocket Nathan finally handed over his debit card and Bev left the room to go run it.  As soon as the door shut behind him, you turned on Nathan.

“What’re you playin’ at?” you hissed, anger welling up inside you.  “All y’hafta do is pay for the damn pick ‘n’ mix, but you’ve pulled me into this stupid stunt of yours and you almost let him call the fuckin’ cops!  I can’t believe you, Nathan!  Don’t you care about gettin’ me in trouble? ” you demanded.  This was the last fuckin’ thing you needed right now.

“Relax, will yeh?” Nathan said, turning in his chair toward you, holding his hands out in a soothing gesture.  “I’ve got it taken care of, babe,” he assured you.  “Y’think I’d really let you take th’fall for this?  Besides, it’s nothin’,” he insisted, his lips curling.

Suddenly the door opened and Bev stormed back in, throwing Nathan’s debit card at him.  “It’s expired, hasn’t it!”

“Bev!” Nathan cried, fighting back laughter and your mouth fell open.  

“You’ve got t’be kiddin’ me!” you exclaimed incredulously.

“Get someone down here right now t’pay for this!” Bev insisted, angrily and Nathan let out a sigh. “Alright, okay,” he gave in, pulling his mobile out, no doubt to call his mum.

“Hey mum, it’s me!  Yeah, everything’s fine, it’s all good!” he insisted, turning to direct a smile at you, which you met with a stony glare.  “There is one little thing I need yeh t’do for me…”  After a minute or so, he hung up the phone.  “I forgot, she’s on holiday in Spain.”

“Nathan, c’mon,” you exclaimed, trying not to let your voice waver, your frustration beginning to border on tears.

“What about you?  You have family that can get you out of this?” Bev asked, turning to you and you grimaced.  

“They’re on holiday too,” you grumbled, doubtful if they’d come to bail you out anyway, not if they knew Nathan was involved.

Shaking his head, the manager was called out to the front, once more leaving you and Nathan alone, with the admonition not to make a mess while he was gone.

Crossing your arms over your chest you carefully avoided looking at your boyfriend, stewing in your anger, not trusting yourself to talk at the moment, but Nathan didn’t seem too worried, leaning back in his chair to prop his feet up on the edge of Bev’s desk.

You’d lost track of time, but maybe a half hour later the door opened back up and Bev came back in with a man that looked familiar, though you could’ve sworn you’d never met him before.

“Your dad’s here.”

Nathan sat up, letting out a heavy sigh, carefully avoiding your gaze.  “What’re you doin’ here?” he scoffed, frowning over at the man Bev had introduced as Nathan’s father.  You could definitely see the resemblance, you thought despite your anger.  His unruly salt and pepper curls giving it away.

“Your mum called me from Spain,” his dad answered, his gaze flicking from Nathan to you.  “So what’d you do?” he asked.

“Nothin’,” Nathan answered with a shrug and your mouth fell open.  

“I get dragged out in th’middle of the night, and hafta come all th’way down here because you did nothin’?” his dad exclaimed, annoyance filling his voice.  

“It looks that way,” Nathan replied stubbornly.  You knew he could be contrary, but this was something else entirely.  You’d never seen Nathan this obstinate before and you gathered there had to be history there.  Probably why he’d never brought you round to meet the man.

“So, what’s it gunna cost me t’sort this out then?” Nathan’s father asked, turning his attention to Bev.

Before he could answer, Nathan spoke up, anger tinging his voice.  “I don’t want your money,” he said firmly and you sat up straighter.

“What?” you snapped.

“Oh, really?  Cause I don’t see anyone else rushing down here t’bail you out,” his dad snapped.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask yeh t’come down here and bail me out, so—“

“Nathan!” you exclaimed.

“Don’t be a wanker,” his dad exclaimed, drawing an amused chuckle from Bev.  You watched, incredulous, as Nathan and his dad argued for several more minutes until finally his dad straightened, shaking his head angrily before shooting you an apologetic look and pushing out the door, leaving Bev to call the cops after all.

“Think they’ll give us a moment for you t’make good on our wager?” Nathan asked as you waited for the police to arrive to arrest the pair of you.

“You think I really wanna suck your cock right now, Nathan Young?” you snapped, ignoring the way Bev’s eyebrows rose.

“Maybe,” he answered, eyeing you hopefully.

“Dream on, you arse,” you muttered, angrier than you felt you ever had been before.  “I can’t believe you’re gettin’ me arrested,” you cried.  “Your dad was gunna help us—!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want his help!” Nathan replied, Bev watching your back and forth argument like a tennis match.

“But what about me?  D’you even care that I’m gunna get in trouble?  I can’t afford t’lose my job over this shite, Nathan!”

“Oh, you’ll be fine!”

“How d’you know that?” you demanded.

“[y/n], c’mon,” he scoffed.

“No, you c’mon.  I can’t believe I thought you cared about me.”

“I do,” Nathan insisted, looking at you as if you must be joking.

“No, y’don’t.  If you did, you wouldn’t let me take th’fall for your childish actions.  You’re a fuckin’ prick, and we’re done.”

“You don’t mean that!  I give it a day and you’ll be running back t’me!”

Bev shook his head, a pitying look in his eye that Nathan didn’t seem to like, his facade beginning to crack, desperation beginning to fill his expression.

“Y’don’t—“ he insisted again.

“Watch me.”

——

“So, that’s why y’broke up with him?” Luke asked, crushing the rest of his cigarette butt out on the concrete, blowing the last of the smoke away.  “Not that I blame yeh.  That was a real prick move.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, feeling rather vindicated.

Yes, getting an ASBO and two hundred hours of community service out of Nathan’s little stunt was a big deal, but what bothered you the most was that he didn’t for a moment seem to care that he might be fucking you over by his actions, it was all just a big joke to him.  You knew Nathan could be selfish, and immature, and irresponsible, but you’d hoped that when it came to you he wouldn’t be, but he’d proved you wrong, and it hurt.

“Hey,” Luke said, pulling you from your thoughts, noticing the frown on your face.  “Fuck that guy.  He didn’t appreciate a good thing when he had it.  So, fuck ‘im.”

“Luke…” you murmured, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach taking flight, unable to stop them as you found yourself lost in his emerald gaze before you realized you were both leaning in, your lips mere centimeters apart.

You should just kiss him.  You know you want to.

And you did want to… but a thought struck you.  Did you want t’kiss Luke right now because you wanted him, or because you just wanted to kiss anybody?

“Luke...” you breathed, sighing as you pulled back slightly.

“What is it?” he asked, frowning as his eyes flicked to yours.

“I can’t.”

“What?  Why not?” he asked, disappointment thick in his voice.

“It’s too soon,” you replied, shaking your head slightly.

“Is it cause of him?” he asked, his brows drawing down.

“No!” you answered quickly, your hands running over his chest.  “It’s just… too soon.  I don’t want this t’be just some rebound, y’know?” you explained, your words seeming to placate him.

“Alright,” he murmured with a sigh.  “I mean, one little kiss ain’t gunna hurt, but alright.  I get it.  I can wait,” he paused, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.  “It’ll be worth it.”

——

“Oh ho, and where have you two been?” Alisha exclaimed, wearing a knowing smirk as you and Luke rejoined the group, your arm brushing his as you walked.

“Went for a smoke,” Luke answered truthfully, though his eyes danced with mischief, his insinuation clear, and guilt flooded you with one look at Nathan’s hurt expression. 

You were about to insist that nothing had happened when you remembered that Nathan had already done much more than just almost kiss someone else.  You didn’t owe him anything.  Not anymore.  

Anger washed through you afresh and you merely lifted your chin defiantly, plastering a coy smirk to your face that only made his frown deepen.

“Smoke break, right,” Alisha scoffed doubtfully.

“Oh whatever!” Nathan grumbled, kicking a can out of his way as he stormed ahead.

“Y’know, you should get used t’this,” Luke muttered as he approached Nathan some time later, grabbing a stray piece of litter with his trash picker.

“Used t’what?” Nathan shot back, furtively glancing past Luke to [y/n] before focusing on his new rival.

“Used t’seein’ me and [y/n] together.  I told yeh I’d bagsied her.”

Nathan’s expression darkened, his lips pursing as his thick brows drew down.  “Yeah well, good luck with that.  You dunno what she likes, how t’... pleasure her th’way she likes!” he exclaimed, clutching at straws.

“Yeah well, that’s th’fun part isn’t it?  Figurin’ it out,” Luke countered smugly.  “She fancies me, mate.  Face it, you had your chance and y’blew it.  No hard feelin’s though.  In fact, I ought t’be thankin’ yeh,” Luke exclaimed, clapping his hand to Nathan’s shoulder.  “So, thank you,” he said before moving away, leaving Nathan to glare after him, mouth agape.

“Oh, it is on!  I’m not given’ up without a fight, y’twat!” Nathan called after Luke.  

However, the only person to pay him any mind was Simon.  

“Good luck,” he offered awkwardly, but Nathan merely scowled, walking away.

Oh, he was gunna win [y/n] back.  He would.  If it was th’last thing he did.

​

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Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character

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

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Chapter Three: Several Problems 

Word Count: 4.6k 

Warnings: alcohol, offensive humor 

“Someone knows we killed him,” Kelly said as we were getting ready for our community service.  

“Do you think it could be Sally?” Simon asked us. 

“Who’s Sally?” Curtis asked. 

“The probation worker?” Simon and I said at the same time, me asking, him telling. 

“Well, you’re a twat because Sally didn’t show up until the day after we killed the other probation worker,” Nathan responded. 

“He’s right. She wasn’t here, “ Kelly added. 

“It could just be someone trying to scare us,” I suggested. 

“If I’m invisible, I can see if anyone puts anything else in our lockers,” Simon pointed out. 

“Sounds like a plan,” Curtis said, “Go on then, turn invisible.” We all turned to Simon. 

“I can’t do it when everyone’s watching me,” Simon told us. 

“So I guess it’s like pissing at a urinal if you’ve got a tiny cock,” Nathan responded. 

“Know about that, do ya?” I mumbled. 

Simon couldn’t turn invisible in front of us so Alisha sarcastically said, “Well that’s really impressive,” and we filed out of the locker room. 

“Wait a minute! Did you just say I have a tiny cock?!” Nathan blurted at me in a delayed reaction. 

“I didn’t say anything,” I said, holding back my laugh. He scrunched his face up and squinted at me. We went off to grab some bags of donated clothes. 

“Okay, so all these clothes have been donated by members of the public, and we need to sort them before we ship them out to Africa,” the male volunteer told us. 

“Just another day in paradise,” Alisha sarcastically added. 

“Yeah, well, I’m sure the people receiving them will be grateful for your hard work,” he responded. 

“They should be. They’re getting a new wardrobe,” Alisha shot back. 

“Right! So these are the categories they’re being sorted into children’s clothes, shoes, coats, that kind of thing,” the volunteer said, getting back on task, “so if you’ve got any questions; just ask.” Nathan raised his hand high. This ought to be good. 

“If a bear and a shark had a fight, who would win?” he asked. 

“If you’ve got any relevant questions, just ask,” the volunteer replied, “oh, and if it’s on dry land, I’d bet on the bear.” 

“What if it’s in a shallow part of the ocean?” I asked, but he’d already walked away. I guess we’ll never know. 

When he was fully gone, we jumped into the pile of clothes, immediately starting to mess around, throwing stuff at each other and putting on some of the clothes. Nathan found some ski goggles and put them on, launching into a spectacularly terrible Bono impression. I giggled while the others glared before Sally came in with a girl I didn’t recognize. 

“Who’s that?” Nathan asked. 

“This girl I had a fight with,” Kelly answered, “I’ve got to do some restorative justice bollocks with her.” 

“Oh yeah,” I spoke up, “I could’ve publicly apologized to get less community service, but I said no cos I wasn’t sorry.” 

“Jodi’s here, come on,” Sally said to Kelly, and Kelly got up to leave the group. I went back to trying to sort through some of the clothes, but we were mainly just messing around. Nathan opened one of the bags and went through it. 

“Ooh, what’re these?” He said, pulling out a pair of roller skates. He took his shoes, threw them aside, and started putting on the skates. 

“Wait, I have an idea,” I told him as I got up onto one of the tables, “come here.” He put the skates on and made his way over to me. 

“Catch me!” I said as I jumped on his back. We fell forward with an "aaaaagh." 

"In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea," I said. 

"No, I've got it," he said, getting up, "I'll bend down and hold onto the table, yeah? And you can climb up." I got up on his back like a baby koala, and he carefully stood up. 

"Goooooo!" I shouted as we went past the windows to the office. 

"Get off of him!" Sally commanded from the doorway of the office. Nathan lost his balance and sent us flying backward. 

"Fuck," I said as my elbows collided with the floor; my body broke Nathan's fall. 

"This is why you need to be doing your community service instead of screwing around," Sally told us off, "because someone could get injured." I sat up, and Nathan stayed lounging on my body, his head practically in my lap. 

"Yeah, b–" he started. 

"Take the roller skates off! And the goggles!" Sally interrupted him. He gave me a baffled look. 

"Take them off!" Sally yelled. He lifted his head and took the goggles off before plopping his head back down into my lap and putting his feet up on a pile of clothes. 

He looked up at me and grinned, "So did ya enjoy riding me?" 

"Get off of me," I said, playfully shoving him, trying not to smile at him. 

He finally sat up, "Yeah, you did, look at ya, you're turnin' pink."

"Maybe I'm just embarrassed because we just got in trouble," I defended. 

"Who's in trouble?" He responded, "We're not in trouble. But we could be," he said with a wink. Cheeky little shit. I grabbed a piece of clothing next to me to throw at him. Before I had the chance to throw it at him, my attention flew to the door of the office.

"YOU SLUT WHORE!" Jodi, the girl Kelly fought with, yelled as Sally ushered her away. 

"Shut up, you twat!" Kelly responded as she threw a chair across the room. 

"Kelly!" Sally yelled back as Jodi disappeared down the hallway. 

"I was tryna to be nice!" Kelly shouted, looking towards the group before joining us. 

"Let's sort these clothes, yeah?" I said before placing some things on the table. 

————

"I was only saying the lad she used to go out with was a dick. I was only being nice," Kelly told us as we got ready to leave for the day. 

"Oh yeah you were being lovely," Nathan responded sarcastically, "right up until you threw the chair at her." 

"It seemed to go about as well as every experience I've had with the British justice system," I said, unlocking and opening my locker. 

"You get in trouble with the law a lot?" Nathan asked, looking at me. 

"No," I responded, truthfully, "Maybe… wouldn't you like to know?" I backpedaled. 

Curtis spoke up, diverting my attention from Nathan, "Don't be doing that shit around me!" Curtis said to Simon who was standing in a place he certainly wasn't a minute ago, or wasn't visible to us anyway. "Have you been in here all day?" Curtis asked. 

"Yeah," Simon responded. 

"What happened?" Kelly asked. 

"Nothing, no one came in," he replied. 

Nathan gasped, "Well, that's an anticlimax." I was relieved. I appreciated the "nothing" days a lot more than the getting accused of murder days or committing murder days. I changed into my jeans, grabbed my bag, left the locker room, and plopped down into one of the chairs in the community center. I pulled a container out of my bag and took out half of my sandwich that I had diagonally cut that morning. I began to eat my sandwich before I noticed Nathan walking towards me. 

He sat down in the seat beside me, "So are you gonna tell me about the crimes you've committed?" 

"There's not much to tell," I responded, taking another bite of my sandwich. 

"Well, I don't believe you," he said, crossing his arms,"... Are you a sex offender?" 

"Oh, fuck off, and let me eat my fucking sandwich," I responded. 

"Why're you still here anyway? You're usually well gone by now," he said, still pestering me. 

"I just wanted to eat something before I had to go make nauseating fish and chips for six hours," I told him. 

"Why not just eat something there?" He asked. 

"What part of 'nauseating' do you not understand?" I responded. 

"It's probably still better than eatin your meals from a vending machine," he said. What? 

"Have you eaten anything today?" I asked. 

"No, why?" he said. 

"Here have this," I said, handing him the container with the other half of the sandwich. I rummaged through my bag and found an apple that I'd stuck in there. A little bruised but not mushy. I put it in the container I just handed him. 

"Is this poisoned?" He asked. 

"If you don't want it, you can chuck it in the bin," I said, zipping up my bag and walking away. 

———

The next morning when I arrived at the community center no one else was in the locker room. I changed into my jumpsuit, put a pack of cigarettes, my lighter, earbuds, and iPod in my pockets. I threw my bag into the locker and locked it. I made my way up to the roof. No one was up there either. Thank God for a moment of peace before whatever chaos awaits today.  I shuffled my iPod, put my earbuds in, and looked out onto the estate. It almost looked nice from up above. The first song had barely ended when someone came up behind me and ripped my earbuds out, “Mornin!” Nathan’s voice rang in my ears as I practically jumped out of my skin. 

He started laughing, “Did you see that? That’s shit!” 

“What are you talking about?” I responded. 

“Your hands, they had little sparks comin’ off of em,” he explained, “what’s the point of having your power if it’s not even going to do anything?” 

“Says the one without a power,” I snapped back at him. 

“Hey, I was there, I have a power! I have to! Maybe I need to concentrate harder,” he grabbed a bottle off the ground, “what if I can smash this with my mind?” 

“I don’t know about that,” I responded. 

“And you’re the expert on powers with your little lightning precum coming out of your fingers?” He said, wiggling his fingers at me before setting the bottle onto a crate in front of a chair and sitting down. 

“What does that even mean?” I said, getting out my cigarettes. He shushed me. I lit a cigarette and started smoking. 

“Put that out!” He went back over to me, “I need crisp and clear oxygen.” He took my cigarette and threw it on the ground. 

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, getting in his face. 

“I need to focus,” he said, turning back around. 

“Can you focus without being a twat?” I said, sitting back down in my chair across from him. I heard the door to the building open and turned around to see Curtis joining us. 

“What’s going on up here?” He asked. 

“Nathan’s being a twat,” I answered. 

“Yeah, I could’ve guessed that,” Curtis responded. 

“No,” Nathan started, “I am going to smash this bottle with my mind, and I need complete silence.” 

“Yeah, alright,” Curtis said before laying back onto another piece of discarded furniture that had been thrown on the roof. I watched Nathan strain and grunt like some kind of constipated gopher. Yeah, that bottle ain’t moving. He continued to struggle for a bit before Simon came onto the roof, and I directed my attention towards him instead. 

“We’ve got a problem,” Simon said. 

“Yeah, I’ve got several. What’s happened now?” I responded. 

“Will you two shut up?!” Nathan interrupted, “I nearly had it.” 

“What’s he doing?” Simon asked. 

“Does it matter?” I responded. 

“He’s trying to smash the bottle with his mind,” Curtis said, not looking up. Nathan went back to struggling with the bottle. 

Curtis sat up, “I think he’s going to shit himself.” 

“That could be entertaining,” I said. Nathan kicked the crate and sent the bottle flying with an “oh, bullshit!” 

“I have a power, I know it! I can feel it in my balls!” Nathan whined as he cradled his crotch, “it’s like a soft vibrating, you get that yeah?” He turned to Curtis. 

“No,” Curtis responded. 

“Maybe see a doctor?” I suggested. 

“They’re going to dig up the bodies!” Simon said seriously after we had already ignored him twice, “They’re building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover.” 

“They’re building a what?” Nathan asked, “Are we supposed to know what that is?” 

“It’s to measure the carbon monoxide from the flyover. When they dig up the foundation, they’ll find the bodies,” Simon explained. 

“Well, that fucking sucks,” I said before we had to go do our community service. 

“We need to dig up the bodies,” Curtis said as our group was sitting down, organizing the clothes out of earshot from anyone else. 

“Couple questions,” Nathan responded, “How, where, are you out of your mind?” That’s technically three questions. I bit my finger and thought about our options while Curtis and Nathan argued. 

“We need a car,” Simon said. 

“Have you got a car?” Nathan asked. 

“No,” Simon responded. Kelly eventually showed up, late due to a doctor’s appointment, was briefly filled in, and immediately bombarded with questions about if she could get us a car. 

“Will you all fuck off?” She responded, before shoving a bunch of shoes off of their table and sitting on it. 

“I just organized those,” I whined. 

Nathan stood up, “Come on, we’re a bunch of young offenders, and not one of us knows how to steal a car?!” 

I sighed and spoke up, not wanting it to have to be down to me, “I might have a solution if we really don’t have any other options.” 

“You know how to steal a car?” Curtis asked. 

“No,” I replied, “but I have a car.” 

“Then why didn’t you speak up earlier?” Nathan butted in. 

I cringed, “Because it’s thirty years old and doesn’t work very well.” 

“Anybody got any better ideas?” Nathan asked the group. Nothing. “The shitsmobile, it is, then.” 

“I can’t tonight though,” I said, “I’ve got to work.” 

“We can’t wait,” Simon responded, gravely, “They were digging this morning. They could find them at any time.” 

“I’ll give someone the keys, and you can move them without me,” I said, shrugging. 

“You’re not getting out of this,” Curtis started, “you’re one of the reasons we’re in this mess in the first place.” 

“This shit isn’t my fault!” I semi-shouted. 

“Guys, guys, guys,” Nathan said, clapping his hands, and getting between us, “we need to work together,” he put his arms around us, “think of it as a team-building exercise. I’m feelin’ this, are we feelin’ this?!” Curtis immediately walked away. 

I leaned into Nathan for a second before pulling away, “I’ve got to get someone to cover for me tonight.” 

____

Thankfully, I’d gotten someone to cover for me, and the car actually started. I drove it to the back of the community center where I met up with the others. 

“So what do we do with them when we dig them up?” Alisha asked the group. 

“We weigh them down and toss them in the lake,” Curtis answered. 

“We do that, you know what happens next week?” Nathan responded, “the council drains the lake. So predictable.” 

“Guys..,” Simon spoke up, “There’s six of us and only five seats.” 

“Alright, which one of you geniuses wants to handle this issue?” I responded. Somehow we decided the best way to settle seating arrangements ended up with Alisha and me in the front seat, Nathan’s feet on my shoulders, and Simon huddled on the floorboards.

“We still haven’t figured out what to do with the bodies,” Alisha pointed out. 

“We can store them in the community center until we can decide what to do with them,” Simon said. 

“Oh, great, the community center. Because they’ve got a special room for rotting corpses,” Curtis replied. 

“There’s a disused storeroom upstairs. I’ve got a key,” Nathan said. 

“Why have you got a key?” Kelly asked. There was a moment of silence. 

“I nicked them because I’m living in the community center,” he confessed, “alright, big secret revealed!” I scrunched my face up. I wanted to say or do something. I didn’t know he was homeless. There were more pressing matters at the time, so I had to direct my focus back to the task at hand. 

I drove off and soon enough we were digging up our work of a few weeks prior. The more we dug, the worse the smell got. A few gags, gasps, and traumatizing memories later, we’d had the bodies dug up, wrapped up, and thrown into the boot of the car. I attempted to turn the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered. I tried again. No luck. 

“Does anyone know anything about cars?” I asked the group as everyone got settled in. Silence, “We might have a slight problem then… the car won’t start.” Everyone groaned. Eventually, we were moving again with the lads in the back, pushing the car towards the community center. 

“This is bullshit,” Nathan said, “after all this, the girls better be the ones lugging the bodies inside.” 

“Keep your voice down,” Curtis warned. 

“There’s not enough room back here for them to help,” Simon pointed out. 

“Well, they should’ve found a way. What happened to doing this shit together? I’m starting to believe we don’t all believe in teamwork,” Nathan responded. 

“Will you just shut up?” Curtis said back to him. After a long journey of listening to Nathan complain through my open window, we finally made it back to the community center without getting caught. Somehow. I thought the night was finally over once we’d got the bodies into the storeroom, but, as it would turn out, it was only beginning. 

“Nice cap,” Nathan said as he tried to remove the hat from Kelly’s head only to also remove her wig, revealing her to be bald. It was shocking, but with everything going on, I wasn't too taken aback. 

“No!” She screamed before running off. I quickly grabbed the wig and cap and went after her. Nathan tried to say something, but I was already walking off. 

“At least, tell her I’m sorry!” He shouted after me. 

Once I caught up to Kelly, she ran off again to hide behind a corner. 

“Go away,” she said, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” 

“I have your cap and your wig,” I told her. She held her hand out to take it. I gave it to her, and a moment later, she came back out to face me with her wig and cap back on. 

“Nathan said he’s sorry by the way,” I added. 

She groaned, “He’s such a twat. I don’t know what you see in him.” 

“What are you talking about?” I asked. 

“You know what I’m talkin about. You fancying him and everything,” she said. 

“I do not fancy him!” 

“Well, that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” 

“What do you mean?!” I started, “I don’t fancy him. Maybe I think he’s kind of attractive, but that’s it. I think he’s a twat just like everyone else does.” 

“You think about him more times a day than I could keep track of. Even if you don’t know it, you fancy him,” she said. Maybe she has a point. 

“Ya I do,” she said. 

“It’s not like it matters. He’s just a stupid boy. I’ll get over it. I always do,” I said, crossing my arms. 

“Why ya say it like that?” She asked. 

“Guys don’t like me, and if they do, it’s not like that, it’s because I’m ‘one of the lads.’ It’s pointless trying to have feelings for someone,” I sighed. 

“Well have you tried actually tellin’ them how you feel?” She asked. 

“Yes, and it ends in them saying they were just joking around, and I’m done with it. I’m not dealing with that again,” I explained to her. 

“Well, maybe this time’s different,” she said. 

I breathed out, “I highly doubt it… Enough about me, what about you? You’re bald for fuck’s sake. Are you alright?” I asked. 

“The doctors don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t feel sick. My hair just started fallin’ out in the shower this morning,” She told me. 

“Are you stressed? That’ll fuck your hormones up and all kinds of weird shit starts happenin,” I said. 

“Probably. With the storm an’ everythin’, how could you not?” She responded, “I guess we should probably head home, yeah?” 

“Yeah, See ya, tomorrow?” 

“Yeah.” 

I made my way back to the community center. I took my phone out, scrolled down my contacts, and clicked on Nathan's name. It rang… and rang… and rang. 

This is Nathan. Leave a message. Or don't. I probably won't listen to it. I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone. I looked through the door and saw his foot hanging off the ledge at the top of the stairs. I banged on the door and waited before hitting it another two times for good measure. He finally opened the door. 

"Jesus, I thought someone was out here tryna kill me," he said leaning up against the door frame, "what're doing up here this late anyway?" 

"Came to check on you," I said. 

"Why would I need checking up on? I'm fine! Did you tell Kelly I was sorry?" He said, messing with a chain around his neck. 

"Yeah. She says you're a twat, but I think she forgives you," I told him, leaving out the details of the other things she said. 

"Oh, thank God. It's bad enough around here without Kelly trying t' kick my arse," he said, "Well since you're here, you wanna come in?" He said.

"No, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come round to mine. I've got some box wine and can get us some free fish n chips if you like," I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Why am I so anxious about this? 

"How classy!," He joked, "Sure, I'm down. Not like I have anything better to do." 

"Ah, is this your glamorous place of employment?" He said as we made our way to the chip shop. 

"Yep, coming up three years. I was supposed to be promoted to manager soon, but then I had to cut my hours in half because of this bullshit. Thankfully my boss understood the whole ASBO shit wasn't my fault. Anyway… stay here. I'll grab us something to eat." 

I popped around the back and came in the kitchen door. 

"Two fish and chips, please!" I smiled at my coworker. 

"Thought you couldn’t come in tonight? Then, you show up ten minutes before closing to ask me to feed you?" He asked me as he threw the food into takeaway boxes. 

"Shut up and take your 20 quid. Thanks for covering me." I said as I took the boxes and handed him what I had to bribe him for covering my shift. 

I came back to the front of the shop and handed Nathan the boxes. 

"That was quick," he said. 

"It pays to have connections," I winked at him. We chatted and joked about how mental the last few weeks had been on the way to my flat. 

"Thanks for carrying those," I told him as I unlocked the door. 

"No problem. Thanks for feeding me," he smiled. God his smile is so precious. 

I plopped down on the sofa and he set the food on the coffee table. He sat down next to me and started shoving chips into his mouth, "Didn't you say something about having wine?" He asked with his mouth full. 

"Oh, yeah," I got up and filled a couple of plastic cups with the boxed wine. Everything in my flat was second hand. I didn't care to stock my cabinets with wine classes. 

I sat the cups down and brought the whole container to the table. 

"Oh, the class continues!" He said, picking up the plastic cup and gulping down some wine. I sipped mine, pretending like I had an ounce of class in my body. I didn't. I opened up my takeaway box as I noticed Nathan was pushing his away, having already finished. 

"Can I have some more of those chips?" He said, already dipping his hand into my box. 

"Yeah, go for it," I responded. I was surrounded by the smell of fish and chips day in and day out, so I wasn't too keen on eating too much of it. I finished a bit of fried fish and a couple of chips before letting Nathan finish the rest of it. 

"Those chips were better than I expected. You figure your tits are so big from eating this for the last three years?" he said, nonchalantly. I let out a laugh. 

"No, I think that's genetics," I said, raising my eyebrows at him. 

"Oh, so your mum's got massive honkers too? You were saying she always had men around. You think she'd have me?" he said to me, holding in his laugh. 

I shoved him, “If you saw my mother, you would not want that.” 

“She can’t be that bad,” he said, “She made you, after all… so, her number, please?” 

“Get out of my flat, you weirdo,” I said to him, flicking him in the ear. 

"Okay, okay, okay," he smirked, "I'll stop trying to fuck your mum." 

"I can't deal with you," I said as I filled my cup back up with wine. 

“Oh, you love it," he said getting close to my face and scrunching up his nose. I chugged the rest of the cup of wine and felt my anxiety go away for the first time in a while. 

"You know… if you need somewhere to live, you can stay here," I smiled at him. I hadn't known him for very long. It was a stupid idea, but I had my baseball bat, my knives, and the brand new lightning fingers to protect me if he turned out to be a creep. 

"No, no," he responded, "I'll find somewhere, alright? I'm perfectly fine in the community center." He took another swig of wine. 

"This is somewhere," I told him, looking into his eyes. 

"I don't want to burden you, alright?" He said, looking away. 

"You wouldn't be. I get so lonely… and scared being here by myself. It'd be nice to have a big, strong man around to protect me," I smiled, running my fingers down his arm. 

"Hey, you're the one with superpowers. What could I do to protect you?" He laughed. 

"Please just stay," I pouted, "the sofa turns into a bed. It's hand me down and old, but it works." I planned on offering to give him a place to stay, but not on acting this desperate. 

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows, "maybe if you show me how it works, I'll think about it," he said, lowering his tone. 

I got up and pulled him off the sofa. I pushed the coffee table to the side, spilling some of the wine, and then pulled the sofa into a cot-like full bed. 

"See," I smiled at him, "I'll get you some sheets." I grabbed some sheets from the storage closet, pulled a couple of pillows and a blanket off my bed, and made the bed for him. I sat down on it, "I'm exhausted now." 

"How exhausted?" He asked, assessing the situation. 

"Pretty exhausted," I said, yawning and throwing my hands above my head in a stretch, "I think I'm gonna go to bed, let me know if you need anything." I stood up and started walking toward my bedroom as he threw himself onto the pull out bed. 

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Next Chapter

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[bisexualnathanyoung]

Moments Taking Place Between Chapters Four and Five

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

Pairing: Nathan Young x OC (Mel Albright) 

Word Count: 1.8k 

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

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

Main Storyline | Chapter Four 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck 'em," I agreed. 

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"Is that my hoodie?" he asked. 

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

"Why're you wearin' my clothes?" 

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

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

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"Hey, we match!" Nathan said excitedly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mine are bigger!" 

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

"Mines bigger and better," he said. 

"Are we still talking about tattoos?" 

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

Goddamnit how does he always embarrass me so easily? 

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

"Do you have any on yer tits?" 

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

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

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

"How bad is it?" he asked. 

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

“I gotta see this.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What a range." 

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

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

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

"What?" 

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

"Yeah," he smirked. 

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

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

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

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

"Fuck!" I yelled and kicked the building. 

"You alright?" Kelly asked. 

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

"Long enough," she responded. 

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

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

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

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

"Nope," I lied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry," I said softly. 

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

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

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

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

“WHAT?!” 

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

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

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

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

I shoved him, “You’re such a perv.” 

“Hey! You were the one that asked!” 

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"I like that you spend time with me," he said, "I hate being alone." 

"Me too."

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Chapter Five

#fic; community blowback #fic; moments #nathan young x oc #misfits fanfiction #nathan young fanfiction #nathan young fluff #nathan young #oc; melanie albright #i feel like i use different tags every time i post something

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Christmas Comes Once a Year. Poor Christmas.

Fandom/Pairing: Misfits, Nathan Young x OC (Mel Albright)

Word Count: 839

Warnings: unprotected sex, improper kitchen practices

Okay, I've got thirty minutes on the pigs in blankets, the cookies are almost cool enough to decorate, what am I forgetting? What am I forgetting?  Oh, the fucking toasties! 

"Nathan, wake the fuck up! We've got forty five minutes before we've got to leave, and I still need you to make these fucking toasties for me!" I shouted across the flat. I pulled out all my cookie decorating ingredients and got to work. A few minutes later, a pair of warm arms wrapped around me. 

"Merry Christmas, baby," Nathan said before kissing my neck, "brought a whole new meaning to Santa came last night, didn't we?" 

I tried not to laugh, "you're so gross." 

"Only for you," he said and took my hand. 

"I don't th- Why are you naked?! It's like two degrees outside!" I exclaimed as he finished guiding my hand to his naked, erect cock, taking me by surprise. We didn't have time for this, but I couldn't help but stroke his length at least once before dropping my hand back by my side. 

"The radiator's on. The oven's on. The real question is why aren't you naked?" He said, reaching into my shirt to grasp my breast, taking advantage of my lack of bra. 

"I don't have time to be horny right now! And now I have to wash my hands again! I need you to make those toasties for me," I responded but didn't try to push his hand away. Part of me already knew who would win this game. 

"C'mon you know I can make those in ten minutes. You're not gonna make me have a lonely wank on Christmas, are ye?" He rolled my nipple between two fingers and made me gasp out. 

"You said forty five minutes, twenty to shag, twenty to shower, five left over. Sounds like plenty of time to me," he said. 

I turned around to face him, "I don't want to smell like fucked twat at Christmas dinner." 

"I still have to do my makeup, get dressed, finish all this food…" I responded. I looked over his naked body, fuck he's so hot. 

"Okay, fifteen to shag, ten to shower, ten to do whatever the fuck else. Sorted," he said and went to kiss me. And I let him. 

The kisses got more and more heated before I pulled away, "It's Christmas; we're gonna make Father Christmas sad," I said. 

"Father Christmas can get fucked," he said before kissing me again. 

"I'd rather be the one getting fucked," I jumped into his arms, and he caught me. I wrapped my legs around him and rubbed myself up against him to try to get friction on my clit. 

"Someone's eager," he said with a smile, "Hm… no counter space." He carried me over to the tiny kitchen table we'd never used besides putting random cups on it, well except once, for the exact purpose we were about to use it for. 

I laid back against the table, and Nathan pulled down my knickers and pajama bottoms in one swoop. He wasted no time before pushing his cock into me. I moaned out at the feeling of being filled so quickly. The lack of foreplay didn't matter, I was wet either way. We moaned together as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around him tightly to thrust back up against him. There was no room at all between him and my clit as I felt the pure bliss of stimulation. 

He pushed my shirt up and got a hand full of tit, "Fuck, you're," he moaned, "you're so gorgeous." I rut up against him even faster. 

"Oh, harder," I cried out, "I wanna… I wanna cum." He thrusted into me more intensely as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. I clenched around him as I felt the growing pleasure inside me. I moaned and swore as I came around his cock. 

"Oh, fuck," Nathan moaned,soon after, before pulling out to wank himself only twice before cumming all over his hand and my stomach. 

I pulled my shirt back down and used it to wipe up the cum on me before rolling that part of it up, pulling it off, and handing it to Nathan. He wiped his hands off on it and threw it into the lounge. 

A quizzical expression grew on his face, "what's that smell?" 

"My pigs in blankets!" I yelled as I hopped off the table and ran to grab an oven mitt. 

I pulled them out of the oven and pouted, "they're ruined." 

Nathan walked over and grabbed a fork, "I'm sure they're fine." 

Before I could stop him, he bit one of his fork, "Hot! Hot! Hot!" he tried to say and spit it out in the sink. He turned the faucet on and ran it over his mouth. I sighed and shook my head. 

"I'm going to take a shower. You, call your mother and tell her we're going to be late and that it's your fault." 

#nathan young smut #nathan young #nathan young x oc #misfits fanfiction

[seanfalco]

I can’t find a link to the Win stories. I’m sure it’s staring right at me, but I’m not finding it. Want to have her fresh in memory for Win x Lyddie. Help? 🙏🙏🙏

Uhm, the only fics I've actually written Win as Win in are the Timeline Anomaly ones with Lydia and the ones with Ry's oc, Mel.

However, technically all of my Nathan x Reader fics are based off Win, and her backstory before Timeline Anomaly is Bad Kids, if that makes sense?

#joz answers #firstpersonnarrator

[seanfalco]

Win & Mel or Win & Mel & Nathan

uwu

ot3: How Many Bisexuals Does it Take to Change a Lightbulb | Win Lewis x Nathan Young x Mel Albright

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Technically Win and Mel broke up for a while, but they ended up back together because they’re obvs endgame (along with Nathan ofc)

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Each branch of the throuple definitely went from best friends to lovers and it honestly didn’t take long for them to fall for each other.

How was their first kiss? - Win & Nathan’s was desperate and full of pent up longing, Win & Mel’s was hungry and overeager, and Mel & Nathan’s was sweet and a little teary (Mel was crying, I believe lol)

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Nathan

Who is the best man/men? - Simon? lol  (He was surprised too)

Who is the bridemaid(s)? - Kelly & Alisha

Who did the most planning? - We’ve not talked about their wedding, but I feel like Win might do the most planning.

Who stressed the most? - Win, maybe Mel?

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 (Probably an outdoor ceremony with a fairly casual reception?) | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Karen & Delilah, not sure if Mel’s mum Judith would be invited or not

Sex:

Who is on top? - Usually Win or Nathan

Who is the one to instigate things? - Each of them pretty evenly

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Usually not super long, depends on how much foreplay they get or if they get straight to the deed.  But maybe 20-30 minutes?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - What’s fair is fair.  Luckily there is three of them, so it’s not hard for them to help each other out.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 (Someone’s cuddling at pretty much at all times) | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Three (Mel has two & Win has one)

How many children will they adopt? - Maybe at least one?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Nathan, but only because he can just magic them clean lol

Who is the stricter parent? - I feel like it would be Win

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Mel or Win (Nathan’s usually the one to initiate the dangerous stunts)

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Mel

Who is the more loved parent? - Gasp, all of them! (But I’m also tempted to say Nathan bc he’s the fun one)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - None of them?

Who cried the most at graduation? - I don’t think there’d be a dry eye between the three of them.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - good luck with that, all their parents are criminals lmao

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Mel, probably

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Win

Who does the grocery shopping? - Win & Mel

How often do they bake desserts? - Hmm, maybe every week

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat lovers

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Mel, maybe?

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Nathan

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Still Win lol

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Win, but she’s not exactly a clean freak either

Who is really against chores? - Nathan

Who cleans up after the pets? - Mel (she can understand what they need better than the others bc she can talk to them)

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Nathan

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Win

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Win

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Mel (I know they get three kittens, but they probably get a dog at some point, probably when they move to the farm)

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Not super often, but more so when they have kids.  Nathan can use his power to decorate elaborately for them.

What are their goals for the relationship? - To grow old together.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Win

Who plays the most pranks? - Mel & Nathan

#oc stuff #otp questions #oc: win lewis #oc: mel albright #friend's oc #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #crabstick #joz answers