His Gentle Touch (Vector x Reader)

Chapter One: The Point of the Mask

"Ugh! I have nothing to wear!" Y/N cried, a million garments strewed across her floor, "How can I go to school dressed in last week's fashion?

"Y/N! Get your fat ass down here before the bus leaves without you!" Miss Hattie bellowed from the floor above. The walls and floor are so thin in the building, no word goes unheard, "If you're still in here in ten minutes, you'll spend the rest of the day in the Box of Shame!"

The threat doesn't shake Y/N. In fact, she was slightly appealed by it.

"Little do you know, I'm into that sort of thing," Y/N whispered to herself, finally finding something half-decent to put on.

"I heard that," Miss Hattie hissed. Y/N can't help but smile. 

Shit. I forgot! I'm supposed to be acting good. I can't let anyone know my true, evil, feelings...  The thought hit her like a bus. A bus of course that was filled with rainbows, sparkles, and everything a normal, not evil girl would dream of.

"Why must put on this mask? Why am I hiding like this?" Y/N asked herself, silently, as she zips up her orange jumpsuit. She didn't know why she was asking herself this, she knew the answer. 16 years ago, Y/N's mom abandoned her at Miss Hattie's Hom for Girls when Y/N was only a baby. All she had left of her, was a letter, explaining that she had left her daughter to pursue a life of crime and that a baby had no right to her heart anymore.

"Dear whatever my kid's name is,

I'm abandoning you 'cause I'm bad and just outright evil. You're annoying and ugly, and I don't need you in my life of crime and mischief. If you ever grow up to do wicked shenanigans in your future, I would say come find me and we can have an evil mommy-daughter duo era, but I really hate kids, so don't look for me. Best of luck being an orphan and all.

- xoxo Your mother I suppose"

For the longest time, Y/N never understood why her mother would just leave her as she did, but one day, when she was just 12 years old, it all clicked. Her mother was despicable, and Y/N vowed to be nothing like her.

Easier said than done. Y/N tried to resist the urge to do evil things almost daily. Once, when she was young, Y/N lit her roommate's hair on fire after she ate the last banana during breakfast. She profusely apologized, swearing she didn't do it on purpose, but she knew otherwise. A year later, after successfully holding off from any more evil doings, another girl came into the picture. She had poked fun at Y/N and how she looked. Later that night, Y/N couldn't resist any longer and ripped the girl from her bed, gagged her, and dangled her inside the garbage shoot by the feet until the girl passed out. She got to spend an entire week in the Box of Shame for that stunt, where she developed her imprisonment kink. 

Now, it's been years since Y/N had done anything explicitly bad. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold back her attitude and temper, despite her efforts. But today was her first day of Sophomore year; anything could happen.

"Please, Satan, help me be good today. I don't need any drama today," she prays as she walked out the door, boarding the bleak yellow bus, headed to the place which fueled her despicable tendencies most: high school.

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Y/N's first instinct was to commit arson and set everyone ablaze when she first entered the school building. Everyone's eyes seemed glued to Y/N as she stepped off the bus.

Is it the tracksuit? I knew it was going out of style!

But it wasn't just the jumpsuit, it was that ass. Miss Hattie really wasn't lying.

I guess I have been carb-loading over the summer...

Y/N followed their stares but didn't pay much mind. She would rather be known for having a massive dump truck than for being evil. 

When Y/N finally found her first period, Physics, she quickly sat down. She wasn't particularly excited about this class, so she just looked down and picked at her black-painted nails.

"Hey, what do you think you're wearing?" Someone yelled from across the room. Y/N looked up to see a guy wearing the exact, fluorescent orange jumpsuit as her.

"Excuse you? Who do you think you are?" Y/N shouted back, crossing her arms.

"The name's Vector. Committing crimes with both direction and magnitude," The guy stated as if it were waiting to say that phrase for years, "Change into something else, the orange jumpsuit is my thing!"

Y/N stood up, "Fine, they looked like ugly pajamas anyways."

Without any warning, Y/N unzipped the jumpsuit, pulling it off of her body. Everyone's eyes grew wide as they landed on her completely naked body.

"Damn," Vector said, his cheeks growing slightly red, "Do you usually not wear any underwear."

Y/N crosses her arms, "Not unless it's that time of the month. Red really isn't my color."

"Miss L/N!" The physics teacher screamed from his desk, his voice cracking slightly. Y/N wondered how long he had stared before he finally decided to speak up, "Put your clothes back on! For all things holy, this is a public school!"

Y/N sighed and pulled the jumpsuit over her chest once more, and zipped it up. For a moment she kind of regretted her decision.

Is it bad to strip in front of my class or am I still good?

Y/N didn't really know what to expect from herself anyways, she had prayed to Satan after all.

After class, a familiar voice called her, "Hey stripper girl, I don't think I ever caught your name."

Y/N turned back to see Vector's face behind her, "What's it to you?"

"Well," He replied, rather shyly, "I don't know. I think we're kind of on the same wavelength. Maybe you'd like to see some of my evil inventions at lunch today."

Y/N started to walk away, "I'd rather not, I'm not evil."

"Hang on," Vector followed after her, "You ripped off your clothes in front of everyone just now. Maybe you're not evil, but you're still a baddie."

"I told you, I don't care," Y/N rolled her eyes, "Now, please, leave me alone."

She silently begged he would. She didn't know how long she could hold in her wicked tendencies. 

What if I go? It would be such a good opportunity to lace his lunch! 

Y/N shook the tempting thought away. She promised to be good. She couldn't fall back on that promise just because one guy dressed in the same pajamas as her was pissing her off.

"Please? Pretty please?" Vector pleaded, his deep brown eyes staring into her soul.

Laced food! Drugs! Kill him!

"Fine, I'll look at your weird ass inventions," Y/N groaned, finally giving in.

"Yay! I'll meet you at the front of the cafeteria before lunch. Don't forget!" Vector said, taking off in the other direction. Y/N watched his go and couldn't suppress the sick smirk spreading across her face.

Maybe one evil act won't hurt...