(Originally I was gonna include Val beating Y/N. But I didn't have the heart or stomach.)

(Takes place a week before the Pilot.)

Y/N stood outside The Vee's Tower, feeling the bruises and cuts from the earlier confrontation with Valentino. His body ached, but his mind was even more turbulent. Valentino had left him more shaken than the physical pain. He nervously rocked on his heels, trying to steady his breathing. The city lights flickered around him.

Angel Dust had seen enough of Y/N's suffering. After witnessing the meltdown and the subsequent beating, he had immediately called Cherri Bomb, knowing she had a way of making him feel better.

Y/N: It's okay. Cherri's coming. She's gonna be here soon. Just have to wait a bit longer.

He felt a slight comfort in repeating those words, though the pain in his chest was hard to ignore.

Moments later, the sound of a motorbike revving echoed through the street. Cherri Bomb's unmistakable ride came into view, the bright headlights slicing through the darkness. She pulled up next to Y/N, her face a mixture of concern and determination.

Cherri Bomb: Hey, there you are! You look like hell, kid. Come on, let's get you out of here.

She hopped off the bike and walked over to Y/N, giving him a quick once-over. The sight of his injuries made her fists clench, but she softened her expression as she reached out to him.

Cherri Bomb: Angel told me everything. Don't worry about that scumbag Valentino. Let's get you to my place. We'll hang out, watch some movies, and just chill. Sound good?

Y/N nodded, his eyes a bit glassy from the pain and exhaustion. Cherri helped him onto the bike, making sure he was securely seated before she revved the engine again.

As they sped through the city streets, Y/N held onto Cherri, feeling the wind rush past him.

When they arrived at Cherri's apartment, she helped him inside.

Cherri Bomb's apartment was a chaotic explosion of color and clutter, reflecting her wild personality. The walls were plastered with graffiti art, posters of punk bands, and random stickers. The furniture was mismatched, a mix of salvaged pieces and items clearly bought for comfort rather than style. A sagging couch with a patchwork of fabric scraps and duct tape dominated the living room, flanked by an old coffee table covered in an assortment of empty soda cans, snack wrappers, and parts of explosive devices.

Scattered around the room were various weapons, mostly homemade bombs in different stages of assembly. Shelves held a mix of books, some about chemistry and mechanics, others graphic novels and comic books. Clothes were strewn about, draped over chairs, and piled in corners. The air smelled faintly of gunpowder, mixed with the sweet scent of candy from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

The kitchen itself was equally disorganized, with dishes stacked haphazardly in the sink and takeout containers spilling out of the trash. A small table in the corner was covered in more bomb-making supplies and a few personal items, like a framed photo of Cherri with Angel Dust, both making ridiculous faces at the camera.

Y/N stepped inside and immediately felt overwhelmed by the sensory overload. His eyes darted from one chaotic corner to another, his breathing becoming more shallow. The aftermath of his meltdown had left him fragile, and the disarray of the apartment was too much to process.

Y/N: Too much... too much...

He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to create a sense of security amid the chaos. His mind was racing, the mess triggering his anxiety and making it hard to focus. He took a step back, almost retreating back to the door.

Y/N: Ch-Cherri, I... I don't know if I can...

Cherri Bomb noticed his distress immediately. She put down the ice pack she had fetched and quickly walked over to him, her expression softening with concern.

Cherri Bomb: Hey, hey, it's okay. I know it's a bit of a mess. Let's just focus on one spot, okay? How about the couch? It's comfy, and I can clear it off for you.

She gently guided him to the couch, moving some clothes and gadgets out of the way. Her touch was light and reassuring, helping to ground him.

Y/N: O-Okay... Just the couch...

He sat down carefully, his eyes still wide and his body tense. Cherri moved around, tidying up the immediate area and making sure there was nothing too overwhelming in his line of sight.

Cherri Bomb: There we go. Just focus on the couch and me. We'll take it one step at a time. How's that ice pack sound?

She handed him the ice pack, and he held it to his bruised face, the cold sensation offering a small distraction from the chaos around him.

Y/N: Better... Thanks, Cherri.

Cherri Bomb: No problem. Just relax.

Cherri Bomb noticed that Y/N was slowly starting to calm down, but she wanted to offer him more comfort. She leaned in and kissed his cheek gently, then pulled him into a hug, resting his head against her chest.

Cherri Bomb: You're doing great, Y/N. Just breathe. I'm right here with you.

Y/N closed his eyes, focusing on the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. He felt safe in her arms, the chaos of her apartment fading into the background as he concentrated on the present moment.

Y/N: Thanks, Cherri... I just... It's been a rough day.

Cherri Bomb: I know, sweetie. You've been through a lot. Just relax and let me take care of you for a bit.

She continued to hold him close, gently stroking his hair and offering him the comfort he needed. Y/N's tense muscles slowly began to relax, and he found himself feeling more at ease with each passing minute.

Y/N: I appreciate you, Cherri. Really.

Cherri Bomb: Always, Y/N. You're important to me. Now, how about we watch something fun or play a game? Something to take your mind off everything.

Y/N: Yeah... that sounds good. Something simple.

Cherri Bomb stood up from the couch and walked over to the small stack of DVDs Y/N had left there. As she bent down to pick them up, she intentionally wiggled her hips a bit, giving Y/N a perfect view of her butt. She glanced back over her shoulder with a playful smirk.

Cherri Bomb: Enjoying the view, Y/N?

Y/N blushed deeply, his eyes widening as he quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. Cherri chuckled softly, loving how easy it was to tease him.

Cherri Bomb: Let's see what we have here... Madam Web, Mickey and the Beanstalk, and Venom.

She straightened up, holding the DVDs in her hands, and turned to face Y/N.

Cherri Bomb: So, what'll it be, cutie? A bit of superhero action with Venom, some classic Disney fun with Mickey, or a Spider-Man adventure with Madam Web?

Y/N shifted nervously, his mind racing as he tried to decide. The comfort of familiar cartoons was tempting, but the excitement of Venom and the intriguing story of Madam Web also called to him. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on what would be most soothing.

Y/N: Uh... Mickey and the Beanstalk. Something light and familiar sounds good right now.

Cherri Bomb: Nice!

As the TV started up, Cherri got up.

Cherri: Hang tight, I'll be right back. Just need to change into something more comfortable.

Moments later, she returned, now wearing an oversized tank top that hung loosely on her, revealing a generous amount of cleavage.

Cherri: See something you like~?

Y/N's face turned bright red. Cherri laughed softly, moving back to the couch and sitting even closer to him this time. She gently draped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into her side once more.

Y/N: This is perfect, thanks, Cherri.

Cherri grinned and bumped her shoulder against his playfully.

Cherri Bomb: Awesome! Just holler if you need snacks or anything, okay?

They proceeded to watch the movie.

As the movie played on, Cherri Bomb playfully teased Y/N, leaning closer, her arm brushing against his occasionally.

Each time she laughed, she'd catch Y/N's gaze and wink, clearly enjoying the light-hearted atmosphere she was creating.

Cherri Bomb: You sure you're watching the movie? Or is there something else catching your eye, huh?

Her tone was teasing, filled with a mischievous lilt. She'd stretch out her legs, accidentally nudging his, or adjust her seating, which provided Y/N inadvertent glimpses of her cleavage as she leaned forward to grab the popcorn bowl between them.

Cherri Bomb: Oops! Almost lost the popcorn there. Wouldn't want that, right?

Every move seemed intentional yet playful, aimed at lightening the mood and perhaps testing his reactions in a flirty, yet friendly manner. Y/N couldn't help but blush at times, her boldness mixed with the casual setting making the evening unpredictably fun.

Cherri Bomb: You're cute when you're all flustered, you know that?

She chuckled, nudging him gently with her shoulder.

As the rain pattered against the windows, intensifying into a heavy downpour, Cherri Bomb sauntered over to the window to peek outside, her movement exaggerated and playful. She glanced back at Y/N with a playful smirk, clearly aware of his gaze following her.

Cherri Bomb: Looks like it's pouring cats and demons out there! You might wanna stick around for the night, huh?

She turned from the window, her tone casual but the invitation clear, walking back towards him with a slight sway in her step. Y/N, still a bit flustered from her earlier teasing, nodded, his blush deepening at the prospect of spending the night.

Y/N: Yeah, uh, that sounds good....

Cherri Bomb: No worries! I'll grab some blankets and make the couch comfy for you. Or, you know, there's plenty of room...on my bed

She trailed off with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air as she moved to gather some cushions and a blanket from a nearby closet.

Cherri Bomb: Don't worry, I've got plenty of movies we can marathon through. And I promise I'll behave... maybe.

She winked at him, a clear tease in her tone, but her eyes were gentle, reassuring. She knew his comfort was key, especially given his day. As she moved back towards the couch

Cherri Bomb: Plus, I make a mean hot cocoa. How about it? Movie, cocoa, you and me~. Best way to ride out a rainy night, right?

Y/N nodded

Y/N: Uh, Cherri, could we maybe make some hot chocolate? It sounds really nice right now.

Cherri Bomb: Oi, of course we can! C'mon, let's whip up some cocoa then, mate!

They moved together to the kitchen, the small space cluttered but cozy. Cherri pulled out the milk and cocoa powder, setting them on the counter with a clatter. As Y/N opened a cabinet to grab some mugs, Cherri leaned close, her voice playful.

Cherri Bomb: You know, you're pretty sweet on your own, but a bit of chocolate might just make you irresistible, eh?

Y/N: Oh, uh, thanks... I guess? I just like hot chocolate when it's raining.

His response was earnest, missing the flirtatious undertone in her comment, his focus on the task of measuring the cocoa. Cherri chuckled, brushing her hand against his as she helped him adjust the milk carton.

Cherri Bomb: Righto, let's make this brew top-notch. You handle the stirring, and I'll work the magic with the heat.

Together, they busied themselves with the process, Cherri showing him how to keep the milk from scorching while he stirred slowly.

After they had prepared their hot chocolate, Y/N and Cherri settled down onto the somewhat cluttered but cozy couch, mugs in hand. The rain continued to patter against the windows, adding a soothing backdrop to their quiet evening.

Y/N: I should probably tell Charlie and Vaggie I'll be coming home tomorrow.

Cherri Bomb: No worries, mate! I'll give 'em a bell. Let them know you're safe here.

She picked up her phone from the coffee table, punched in a number, and held the phone to her ear. After a brief exchange of greetings, Cherri's voice dropped to a playful, teasing tone.

Cherri Bomb: Yeah, he's all good. We're just having some hot choccy and staying dry. Don't stress, I've got him covered tonight... and maybe uncovered, if he wants!

She chuckled at her own joke and glanced at Y/N, giving him a wink before she continued.

Cherri Bomb: Alright then, we'll see you lot tomorrow. Night!

With a mischievous grin, Cherri hung up the phone and turned back to Y/N, her eyes sparkling with humor.

Cherri Bomb: All sorted. They say to take care, and they're happy you're in good hands.

Y/N: Oh, okay, good. Thanks for calling them, Cherri.

Cherri Bomb: Anytime, love. Now, let's enjoy our chocolate, yeah? And maybe a movie or something to calm down with this storm?

Y/N: So, uh, any ideas for dinner?

Cherri Bomb: Hmm, let's see... How about something simple, like spaghetti? I've got some noodles and sauce in the pantry.

Y/N: Sounds good to me. Do you need any help?

Cherri Bomb: Nah, I've got it covered. You just sit back and relax, mate. I'll whip up something tasty in no time.

Y/N nodded, grateful for Cherri's hospitality, and settled back into the couch as Cherri headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Y/N: Um, Cherri, this is actually my first official sleepover. Where do you think I should crash for the night?

Cherri Bomb: No worries, love. You can crash right here on the couch. It's pretty comfy, I promise. Or, you can sleep with me~.

Y/N blushed.

Y/N: Um, Cherri, what should I do about showering? I didn't bring a change of clothes.

Cherri Bomb: Well, darling, you could always join me. Just kidding!

Cherri's playful tone and suggestive wink caused Y/N to blush, unsure how to respond.

After dinner, Y/N and Cherri decide to watch a movie together. Y/N nervously suggests watching a superhero movie since he's a big fan, but Cherri insists on picking a horror film instead.

They watched It Follows, Smile, and The Invisible Man.

As they watch the movies, Y/N occasionally jumps at the scary parts, and Cherri teases him playfully. They share popcorn and exchange banter throughout the film, creating a comfortable and enjoyable atmosphere.

After the movie, they chat for a while longer, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Y/N feels relaxed and happy in Cherri's company.

As the movie ends and the credits roll, Cherri stretches and looks at Y/N with a mischievous smile.

Cherri: Hey, Y/N, do you want to join me in the shower? It's big enough for both of us.

Y/N: Um, I-I don't know...

Cherri: Oh, come on! It'll save water, and we can have some fun. Plus, I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to.

Y/N: Uh, okay, sure. Th-thank you.

Cherri: Great! Follow me then.

They head to the bathroom, and Cherri starts the shower. Y/N stands awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

Cherri: Don't be shy, Y/N. Just relax and enjoy.

Y/N: O-okay.

Cherri begins to undress, and Y/N follows suit, albeit a bit clumsily. Cherri took his gave abs walked him into the shower.

Cherri: See? This isn't so bad, right?

Y/N: Yeah, I guess not.

Cherri: Good. Now, let's have some fun.

Cherri leans in closer, the steam from the shower enveloping them both as she moves seductively.

Cherri: You know, Y/N, you're really cute when you're nervous.

Y/N blushes furiously, feeling the warmth of the water against his skin and Cherri's teasing presence.

Y/N: Th-thanks, Cherri. You're, um, pretty amazing yourself.

Cherri Bomb chuckles softly, running her fingers through her wet hair as she gazes at Y/N with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Cherri: Oh, I know. But I think you're starting to figure that out, aren't you?

Y/N can't help but smile nervously.

Cherri: You know, Y/N, it's nice to have someone like you around. You're different from the others. More... genuine.

Y/N stammers, trying to find the right words while his heart races.

Y/N: Uh, th-thank you, Cherri. You're, um, really nice too.

Cherri laughs softly, her eye twinkling with amusement. She leans in, her lips brushing close to his ear.

Cherri: Nice, huh? Is that all I am to you?

Y/N swallows hard, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

Y/N: No, I mean, you're... you're amazing. And beautiful. And... you're really good at making me feel better.

Cherri grins, pleased with his response. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a closer embrace.

Cherri: That's more like it. You're pretty amazing yourself, you know. And I love spending time with you.

Y/N: I... I love spending time with you too, Cherri.

Cherri Bomb smirked at this. She got down on her knees and began sucking his member. Y/N gasped and let out a moan as she was doing this. Cherri looked back up at him and smirked as she was doing this. She put his member between her boobs and rubbed her boobs against his member.

Y/N moaned in pleasure

She smirked and kept this up and began going faster. She grabbed his hands and moved them to her nipples.

She smirked up at him and licked his member.

Y/N: B-be careful...

Cherri Bomb: Or what~?

Y/N: I-I-I will...

Cherri Bomb smirked and sucked harder and massaged his member with her boobs.

Y/N moaned and laid back against the wall. He panted and his breath was shaky.

Cherri smirks, enjoying his reaction.

She started going faster. After a few minutes, Y/N climaxed. Since the shower water was running, it washed off.

Cherri Bomb: Nice one~.

Y/N: T-thank you.

Cherri Bomb: Wanna do it again~?

Y/N: Yes...please.

Cherri Bomb smirked and turned around and stuck her ass out a bit.

Cherri Bomb: Well~? What are you standing there for~? I'm waiting~.

Y/N nodded, and proceeded to stick it in.

Cherri Bomb: Fuck~.

Y/N began thrusting into her and Cherri moved his hands to her boobs.

Y/N pinched her nipples. Cherri moaned and kissed one of his hands.

After thirty minutes, they exited the shower. Cherri's legs were wobbly and her ass was sore.

Cherri Bomb: Nice work there, sweetheart~. I ain't gonna be walking right for a week.

Y/N: I'm sorry about that.

Cherri Bomb: Don't apologize. I liked it~.

They dry off and change into comfortable clothes. Cherri wears an oversized tank top that barely covers her, still showing off her cleavage, while Y/N borrows a large T-shirt from her.

Cherri leads Y/N to her bedroom after their movie night, the room dimly lit with a small nightlight casting a warm glow. She pulls back the covers on her bed, which is slightly messy but inviting.

Cherri: You can sleep here with me, if you're comfortable with that. It'll be warmer and, well, more fun~.

Y/N nods, still a bit shy but grateful for the warmth and companionship.

Y/N: Thank you, Cherri. I... I'd like that.

They both get into bed, Cherri on one side and Y/N on the other. The bed is soft and cozy, filled with an assortment of pillows that make it feel even more welcoming. Cherri turns to face Y/N, her expression gentle.

Cherri Bomb: Just relax, alright? I'm here if you need anything.

Y/N: I'm really glad to be here. It's been nice, Cherri. Really nice.

Cherri smiles and reaches over to lightly squeeze his hand.

Cherri: I'm glad you're here too. Now, let's get some sleep, yeah? Goodnight, Y/N. If you need anything, just poke me, okay?

They settle down, turning off the bedside lamp. The sound of the rain outside mixes with their steady breathing as they drift closer to sleep. Cherri occasionally glances at Y/N to make sure he's comfortable. She hugged him and snuggled with him as they both fell asleep.

(I know this was tame for a chapter on Cherri Bomb, but there will be more wild ones 🍒💥)