Our Angel Pt. 5
Hi!! Welcome to the next part of my Greaser Submas series!
I struggled a little with this part, but I still hope you all enjoy the update!
Summary: Emmet decides to take things into his own hands after having dealt with the fact Ingo took you out to eat before he could. When you agree to a date though, he finds he learns some things that only seem to confirm his suspicions.
CW: implied manipulation and abuse, sneaking out, anxiety, implied past manic episode.
Word Count: 3818 words!
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It was only a matter of time until Emmet broke.
He couldn’t help it! Seeing his own twin brother getting close to you, and even getting your number? Before him?!
No, that would not stand. Not for Emmet.
You were his personal guardian angel. What right did his twin have to march up to you, and take you on a date?
Sure, Ingo insists it wasn’t a date, but he knew Ingo still considered it one in his head. He knew Ingo more than his twin would like.
Emmet still hadn’t forgiven him for that.
After hearing about that ‘not’ date, Emmet felt himself growing impatient, itching to get out of the house despite his brother’s warnings.
At first he had stayed inside, simply because he knew you had been worried. However, he couldn’t wait any longer.
Emmet needed to see you, and he refused to let his twin just go and see you while he was grounded at home.
So he snuck out.
It hasn’t been long after Ingo had seen you. Just a day or two, but too long for him.
Ingo was definitely asleep. His twin had been out at the trainyards all day to check on things, and the grunts at the yard had been especially worried since Emmet had been injured initially.
They were always a handful when they were worried, so when Ingo came home, he had crashed not even an hour after arriving.
That made it all too easy to sneak out of the house. Not that it was ever difficult, of course.
Emmet walked his motorcycle a bit down the block just to be safe, he didn’t want to risk waking Ingo up again and getting caught. This was too important.
He had to see you again.
Thankfully, despite how badly he had been injured when he originally walked home, he had committed the way to your home to memory. Getting to your home would be no trouble at all.
Though he did have to remind himself to pull over and turn off his bike before he reached your home. If his suspicions were correct, pulling up to your house on a loud bike at night would probably end horribly.
Not just for him, but for you as well.
He kept his bike at the end of the street your house was on, before making his way to your home.
It was the same as he remembered. Big two story house, with an innocent white fence and garden out front.
Jumping the small fence, he walked over to the garden, and picked up a few small rocks.
Quietly, he took aim, and tossed a stone at your bedroom window.
It took a few tries, but he silently cheered when he noticed a lamp turn on from inside your room.
Your curtains shifted slightly, before folding back.
Emmet’s grin widened. It was you.
You looked back behind you, before carefully opening your window.
“Emmet!?” You whispered, seemingly bewildered.
“Hello Angel!” He spoke softly with a wave. Just from hearing your voice, he already felt so at ease. As if all his problems were gone in an instant.
Looking back and forth around the outside of the house, you leaned out a little further.
“What are you doing here!?” You asked, panic clear on your face.
Emmet internally winced at that. He did not wish to upset you!
…Though given what he suspected, he didn’t blame you.
“May I come up?” He asked, and you looked dumbfounded at his request.
“I-wh-you want in?” You asked, bewildered. Emmet smiled wider, giving you a small ‘mhm!’
You stared at him for a moment, still clearly in disbelief. Emmet fought back the anxiety that ate at him.
Had he been wrong to do this? Was this too far? Should he have just stolen Ingo’s phone again for your number instead?
Granted, stealing Ingo’s phone probably would have been the wiser option, but he acted impulsively. Again.
A few more moments ticked by, before you sighed.
“Okay. Be quiet as you climb up.” You told him, opening your window as wide as you could.
Emmet felt his grin nearly split his face in half as he pulled out a pokeball. His heart beat wildly, and he was thankful his dear Galvantula recognized the house, and began to weave a web to climb.
He felt he would have shouted in joy if he had opened his mouth. Truly, he was blessed with pokemon that could read him like a book.
His beloved pokemon finished creating a web for him, and he climbed with ease.
The greaser at that moment was thankful Ingo had convinced him to rest for the week. Climbing up your wall would have been verrry painful with his fresh wounds.
Quietly, Emmet then snuck in through the window, and proceeded to immediately tackle you in a hug once he had his feet on your floor.
“Angel! I missed you!” He spoke as he spun you around in a bone crushing hug. You had to tap his shoulder to get him to let go just so you could breathe.
“Emmet, you have to be quiet!” You shushed him, looking back at your door nervously. Emmet froze, and several moments passed as you both seemed to listen for any possible sign anyone else had heard him.
A beat passed. Then another.
Finally, you let out a sigh of relief.
Gently, you placed your hands on both his arms, and gave him a sweet smile.
“Hello Emmet. I’m happy to see you. Are you feeling better? Should you be out and about yet?” You asked, your voice low.
Emmet swore his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, and that familiar dopey look appeared on his face.
“‘M fine, Angel. Nothing I can’t handle.”
He then reached up, and cupped your face. Rubbing his thumb gently across your cheek, he nearly giggled when he saw how red you were becoming at the action.
“I missed you. Are you busy tonight?” He asked, and you blinked, a bit confused and taken aback at the question.
You glanced over to the side, and his eyes followed yours. Your desk sat innocently with a textbook open with some notes on the side.
“Well… I didn’t have much planned. I went to bed early after studying all evening again.”
Emmet held back making a face. Did you study because you wanted to, or because you had to?
He decided not to ask. Not yet.
Gently taking your hands, he gave you a small, but excited smile.
“How would you like to go to a diner with me?” He asked, thumbs tenderly rubbing the back of your hands.
Your eyes widened, and you let out a small choking noise that seemed to turn into a squeak.
Emmet watched in amusement as you seemed to process his request.
“Like…”
A beat passed, and your face grew redder.
“Like a date?”
You hadn’t forgotten lunch with Ingo, and wondered if that would have been seen as a date or not. Romance was definitely not your forte, and you went to bed that day wondering if you had misread that situation.
So you asked, to be sure.
Emmet felt his heart flutter.
“If you’d like it to be.”
You were silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought. However, you never pushed him away.
Emmet waited patiently.
“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want to.” He added after a moment. His main priority was your happiness and comfort.
It took a moment, before you finally spoke up.
“I… I’d like that, I think.” You spoke, your voice incredibly quiet.
It took every bit of Emmet’s willpower not to yell in delight and spin you around.
He did however, pull you into a quick hug, before pulling you away and holding your shoulders.
“Really!?” He asked, his grin nearly blinding.
You shyly looked to the side, your cheeks cutely tinted pink.
“I- yes?” You stuttered, before briefly looking at the door behind you.
“So long as you can, um… get me out silently and have me back in under two hours?” You asked, clearly nervous.
You looked like your heart was going to jump out of your throat. He wondered if you had ever snuck out before, and if this was a first for you.
He had a feeling it was.
Though he would not lie, he was surprised you agreed. He wouldn’t turn this opportunity away.
Emmet gave you a reassuring smile, and his Galvantula climbed up his side, clicking comfortingly on his shoulder.
“Galvantula here has sturdy webbing, it is strong enough to hold both of us with ease. I will also go first to catch you should you fall!”
Taking a deep breath, you looked at the door one more time, and gave him a shaky smile.
“Okay. Let me grab my-my jacket.”
Quickly, you grabbed a jacket that had been thrown onto a chair, and slipped it on. You seemed anxious, but excited.
This was most definitely a spur of the moment decision for you.
Once again, he was somewhat surprised, but wouldn’t ignore this chance.
Carefully, he led you to the window, and climbed down first.
As soon as his feet hit the ground, he looked up at your window, where you nervously were looking down.
His Galvantula clicked at you encouragingly from the windowsill, watching over you just in case.
“Come on, Angel!” He said, his voice barely above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear.
Taking a deep breath, you gently patted his Galvantula for emotional support, before sticking a leg out the window.
Carefully, you took it step by step, gripping the web like a lifeline as you slowly scaled your way down the wall.
Just before you hit the ground, Emmet then reached out, gently grabbing your waist to help you to the floor.
You stabilized yourself for a moment, and Emmet couldn’t help but smile once more.
“You did it, Angel!” He whispered, so incredibly proud of you.
No doubt scaling the wall was anxiety inducing, judging by the flushed look on your face.
You swallowed thickly, shaking a little, but still gave him a smile.
“T-Thank you.”
Galvantula then scuttled down the wall, wrapping up her webbing as she went, before hopping back on his shoulder.
Emmet then took your hand in his own, secretly enjoying how right it felt when your fingers wove in with his.
“Follow me.” He whispered, putting a finger to his lips and gesturing down the street.
He then tugged you along, both of you walking briskly down the block.
“Emmet…” you began to ask, and he spoke up before you could even ask.
“My bike is down the street so I wouldn’t wake anyone up! Yup!”
A look of relief crossed your features, seemingly glad he had thought ahead.
“Smart idea. My dad hates motorcycles, and claims they always wake him up.”
Emmet absorbed your praise like a sponge, incredibly happy he had thought to do this.
They arrived at his bike a few moments later, and you stopped while he went ahead. He grabbed a helmet he had bought specifically for you, though stopped when he noticed how stiff you seemed.
“Angel? You alright?” He asked, spinning the helmet between his hands.
You shook your head as if to shake yourself from a daze.
“Yea… sorry. I haven’t ever… um…”
“Ridden on a bike before?” He finished, wondering if that was what you were suddenly nervous about.
Your jacket gently flowed with the breeze as you collected yourself for a moment.
“Yeah. I- um…”
Walking over to you, Emmet placed a hand gently on your shoulder.
“No worries! I’ll be verrry careful! Plus, it’s late! Hardly anyone will be out tonight!”
It was true. After midnight, traffic always died down. Perfect time for a motorcycle ride in the city, if you were to ask him.
Holding out the helmet, he waited for you to take it. After a moment, you did.
“Ah, here, let me help-“ he suddenly said, helping you properly put it on.
Once it was strapped on your head properly, he patted the top, and you squeaked in response.
“Cute. Verrry cute.”
You let out another flustered noise, and he was sure you were probably blushing.
Chuckling a bit, he spun around, and swung a leg over his bike. Sitting down, he grabbed his own helmet, and put it on before patting the seat behind him. His Galvantula even returned to her ball to give you more room.
“Come on. It’s okay, I promise.”
Slowly, you stepped forward, still clearly anxious. However, you still mustered up the courage to sit down, and wrap your arms around his middle.
“You’ll need to hang on tighter than that, Angel. Trust me, I don’t mind.”
You tighten your grip around him, and he feels his own face grow hot. Sure, it wasn’t a hug, just safety procedures, but he couldn’t deny how great it felt to have you hold onto him.
Turning the bike on, he nearly giggled when you jumped from the noise.
“Hold on tight, Angel.” He warns one more time, before kicking off, both of you heading down the street.
Your grip tightened even more at first, though it seemed to relax slightly after a few moments.
Emmet wondered if you were as fascinated by the sights as they zoomed past different buildings and structures as he had been when he first got his own bike.
After all, he was positive you didn’t get to go out at night all too often.
It was about ten minutes later when he pulled up into a diner’s parking lot. It was mostly empty, with only a few cars littered here or there.
Picking a close spot, he put up the kickstand and turned the engine off. He quickly hopped of the bike, and gently helped lift you off.
Patiently, he waited for you to get your footing, before helping you remove the helmet.
If Emmet didn’t know he loved you before this, seeing how good you looked with messy helmet hair would have knocked cupid’s arrow right into his heart.
How could you be so hot?
Shaking his head, he put aside the helmets, and gently took your hand.
“Come on.”
He flashed you a grin as he pushed through the door, letting you pass him, before picking a booth.
As you sat down, he eagerly sat across from you. Emmet put his elbows on the table, and head in his hands as he looked at you with that familiar dopey look on his face.
He was here. Here with you.
There was also the fact it was a date! …Somewhat. He hoped you still considered it one like when you agreed earlier.
Emmet couldn’t help but admire you. Even though you still seemed a bit on edge, you had calmed down considerably. You were taking in the sights of the small diner, clearly a little curious.
“So, did you enjoy the ride, Angel?” He asked, genuinely curious. You didn’t pitch a fit, or have a panic attack as far as he was aware. That was a good sign!
But if you hated it, he would make sure to get a taxi for you both. Emmet wouldn’t make you ride it again if you had any fear after the first drive.
“I… I actually had fun. I didn’t know if I would like it or not… but it wasn’t so bad after I got used to it!” You answered, eyes lighting up just slightly.
Emmet felt like he was on cloud 9.
“I’m glad you had fun! I will take you on as many rides as you like!” He spoke with a nod of his head.
He meant it too. He’d drive you around the world on his bike if it made you happy.
“Say, what flavor shake do you like?” Emmet suddenly asked, and you thought about it a moment, before giving your answer.
Looking over towards the front, he met the waiter’s eyes, and held four fingers up briefly while gesturing to you. When he got a nod in return, Emmet grinned and turned back to you.
“Ah, just giving him our order. I’m a regular here.”
A few quiet, but peaceful moments pass as your order is made, and Emmet eventually speaks up.
“Angel…”
You tilt your head cutely.
“Yeah?”
Emmet looks at the table for a moment, and reaches forward, holding his hands out.
Catching on, you slowly put your hands out into his own, and he gently gives them a squeeze.
Your hands are a bit cool within his warm ones, but he can’t help but find them perfect. How they easily fit in his own.
Finally, Emmet speaks up. Something that had been on his mind.
“I’ll be honest, I am surprised you agreed to sneak out with me.” He admits, still gazing at your hands as he gently fiddles with them.
Looking up, he catches you deflating slightly, and a pang of worry grows in his chest.
Your eyes look to the side, and you don’t meet his worried gaze.
After a moment, you finally speak.
“I… I had a fight with my parents.” You admitted. Emmet’s breath silently caught as your face darkened just slightly at the memory.
“I just- I wanted…” you spoke, trying to figure out the right words without getting worked up.
“I wanted to try a new elective. Maybe an art class, or a science class at the college. The University offers so many classes and opportunities, I just… I wanted to try something new.”
Emmet felt frozen as you spoke, your voice wavering slightly.
“My parents are paying for a full ride in the classes they want me to take. I wouldn’t expect them to pay for more, so I brought up getting a job… It didn’t go well.”
That just confused him. Wouldn’t your parents be proud of you for wanting to save up for your own classes?
“They… they said absolutely not. As long as I am living under their roof, rent free, I take the classes they are paying for. I’m not to get a job lest it affect my grades for said classes.”
Tears threatened to fall, and Emmet felt his heart painfully skip a beat.
There was a lot going on behind closed doors at your home. It was clear to him then you weren’t telling the whole story, yet what you mentioned to him was very worrisome.
From just that small vent, you sounded like a prisoner.
No wonder you agreed to come with him. If you were still upset, he had basically given you a free ticket to flip your parents off, with them none the wiser.
That also explains why you had seemed a little upset. You weren’t just nervous. Chances are you were probably either angry or hurt.
His heart tore for you. Even if he didn’t know what you were going through personally, just the idea of being in your shoes was enough to upset even him.
Carefully, he gently squeezed your hands.
Internally, Emmet wished he was as good with words as his twin. Ingo may not show much physically, but he had a way with words that Emmet struggled with.
Before he could say any words of comfort, the waiter appeared, putting a large glass of your favorite shake between you both.
Though Emmet couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw your eyes widen when you noticed there were two straws for the drink.
“You guys enjoy.”
The waiter left you both, and Emmet let go of one of your hands to take the straw, and have a sip.
“Come on.” He coaxed you, squeezing your hand once more.
After a moment of hesitation, you leaned forward, and had a sip yourself as he did.
He felt flutters in his stomach as he watched you, his smile growing as you both enjoyed the shake.
You leaned back after a moment, your own smile on your lips.
“This is nice. Thank you, Emmet.” You spoke softly. You meant more than just the shake, Emmet could tell.
Your posture was more relaxed, and your adorable smile looked more genuine. Even if you looked exhausted, you still seemed like you were in a much better place mentally than you had been.
Emmet felt both relieved, and saddened.
Just a simple date like this made you feel so much better? He was happy, sure, but it made him even more worried about how bad things must be for you behind closed doors.
He’d have to have a talk with Ingo about this, and soon.
Taking your other hand in his own again, he gave you a soft smile.
“Angel, I…”
You sipped some of the shake for a moment, and looked at him, curious.
“Yes, Emmet?”
He hesitated, trying to find the words.
“If you ever need anything… A ride, some food, or just an escape… please, let either Ingo or I know. Whatever it is, we will always be there for you. Even if you haven’t known us that long, we will do everything in our power to help.”
Emmet meant every word. He knew Ingo would be the first to back him up and agree as well, having taken a liking to you just as much as himself.
You seemed taken aback by Emmet’s words, and grew a little flustered.
“O-Oh, you don’t have to-“
“But we want to.”
His words cut off your own, and your face grew redder by the second.
“We not only owe you, but we care about you verrry much.”
Emmet then let go of your hands, and reached into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out, he placed a piece of paper into your hand.
You quickly looked over the small paper, seeing a set of digits. Your face grew red all over again.
“Ah, this is your number?”
Emmet’s smile was almost blinding.
“Yup! I want you to call or text me anytime you want to. I’m never too busy for you, Angel.”
He was also finally thankful to be able to give you his number.
Ingo would not give it to you unless you asked, the bastard.
You looked over the paper, before taking out your phone, and putting the number in right in front of him. His heart sped up at the sight.
Putting your phone away, you smiled at him.
“Now I can ask you directly if you are healing okay!”
Emmet practically had hearts in his eyes at that.
You were too good for this world, and he vowed to himself to protect you and keep you happy.
He’d do anything to protect that smile. You deserved the world.
And Emmet would do whatever he could to give it to you on a silver platter.
