You exit the apartment complex and walk out into the streets, you can already feel people chanting in the distance. Nervously, you head into an alleyway, wich takes you to the center of the protest.
"Okay now Y/N you need to be close to one of us at all times, we don't need a repeat of last time." Tank's hand was on your shoulder as the events from the last protest raced through your head and the bruises on you began to sting just at the thought of it.
"Yeah that makes sense, I'll stay close" you looked up at Tank in a reassuring way. You couldn't see his face through his helmet but you knew he was smiling.
You cling to Riot like a magnet as the 3 of you shift through the bubbling crowd. People all around you are raising their signs and using their voices to speak for those who weren't able to. Soon, Tank begins poking at the cops, reading their name tags out and making them shift uncomfortably. He towered over every-single one of them, even the taller ones.
Riot grabbed your arm lightly and started heading in another direction. You followed him, not that you had much of a choice. He unzipped his bag and started handing out water to some of the tired protesters, he handed a few bottles to you so you could help. You walked away from him, handing out the bottles but he kept you in eye-range.
"Hey could I have one? I'm thirsty as fuck." a low voice spoke to you and you looked up to your left. You were greeted with the sight of a tall, maybe 6'5-ish guy wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. You stared at him for a few seconds. He was wearing a black hoodie, baggy jeans and his bright blue eyes pierced your soul.
"Hello?" you snapped back into reality. "Uh yeah of course, sorry about that." you apologised to the intriguing stranger, handing him one of the bottles. "Thanks." his voice was soothing but raspy, quite pleasant actually.
He lifted the chin of his mask up, revealing pale skin and a sharp jawline. He had a bit of stubble but it was hot as fuck- his dark pink lips didn't help. He took a long sip, then popped the lid of the bottle back on before sliding his mask back down.
"So, are you here alone?" he asked you in an almost concerned tone. "Why?" you obviously wanted to question him. After all, he was a tall dude and you weren't quite sure of his intentions. "Just asking, its not safe to be out all alone at a protest, especially when you're such a small person." He sounded almost annoyed. He immediately reminded you of Tank, just more monotone and calm.
Riot was watching your conversation, he couldn't hear what you were saying to eachover but he knew it wasn't about water bottles.
"Hmm alright, if you must know, I'm here with 2 of my friends." you felt butterflies in your stomach as he relaxed himself. "I dont see them. You okay on your own?" he looked you up and down, as if he was scanning you for any signs of fear. "Uhm yeah, there a bit busy right now. Can I walk with you for a bit?" you had finished handing out the last water bottle. "Yeah sure, why not." the two of you began walking away from Riot's direction.
"Oh for fucks sake.." Riot muttered under his breath before zipping his back up and following the two of you from a distance.
"So, why do you have your hood up? Its so hot out." you quizzed the tall man who was walking beside you. "Oh, I don't really know its just kind of habit now." His response was quick and casual. "Hey your mask looks like the patch my friend has on his gear." he stops walking, looking at you. "Sorry, who's your friend exactly?" he looks around. "I uhm.. he goes by 'Riot'-" you face eachover, he looks just as puzzled as you are.
He grabs your arm and you start walking at a brisk pace. Riot of course, sees this and begins power walking at you as the stranger pulls you away and he struggles to keep his eyes on you through the sea of people.
The masked man pulls you into an alleyway and pins you against the wall with your hands over your head. "What the fuck get off of me!" you try to wriggle free. "HELP SOMEONE HE-" he quickly puts his hand on your mouth to prevent you from screaming. "How the fuck do you know Riot?" he stares you into your eyes and tightens his grip on the hand keeping your arms up, he was surprisingly strong.
You whimper as a tear rolls down your cheek and onto his fingers, all you felt was fear. "I- Oh- fuck, sorry I didn't mean to-" his voice was now soft as he loosens his grip on you, letting you slide down the wall to the ground. He leans over to wipe your tear away, making you flinch. "Hey, hey shhh calm down- I- I'm sorry-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence because Riot pushes him off you. "GET AWAY FROM HER." Riot is taller than him by a bit but his anger made him more intimidating than Tank in that moment. The guy gets up, facing him. Riot's anger is immediately lost as he just stands there, in shock. The masked man dusts himself off with his hands before looking at Riot. "Hey buddy" he says with a smirk.
"Jesus fucking christ A, you can't just drag someone out into an alley" Riot gives a faint chuckle but is obviously still annoyed. He then turns his attention to you, still quietly wiping tears off your cheeks looking at them. "Y/N, its okay." He pulls you up into a hug. "What did you do to her, why are her wrists all red?" he studies your hands and then shoots an aggressive glare at 'A'.
"She said she knew you and I freaked thinking she was a cop or something but I think I was a bit too aggressive, sorry about that." he rubbed his head, looking at you. "Why would she be a cop if she knew me-? Either way atleast she's not hurt I guess. You okay Y/N?" he looked at you while holding you gently. "Y-yeah I'm just a bit shaken up, I thought he was going to kill me or something. But how are you 2 friends? You have his mask on your suit." you looked up at him, gliding your hand over the patch on his armour.
"We're not exactly friends, me and Tank work for him," he continues "Y/N, this is the leader of Anonymous."
The man waves "Just call me Anon for short."
It takes you a hot minute to piece everything together. Of course, it did make sense tho. Tank and Riot only started making the rounds after Anonymous came back and they did both have the mask-patch on them. "Okay, cool." Riot and Anon were sort of shocked at your calm response. "Is- is that it?" Anon tilts his head at you.
"Well I mean crazier shits happened in the past 48-hours, I got knocked out by a cop and then fucked a guy I barely know at 10am this morning in his flat." You said the last part while heading out of the alley and back onto the street, leaving Anon and Riot alone.
Anon started laughing "You fucked her?? Up-top dude-" Riot gave him an annoyed high-five as they headed out to the street where they saw the police getting ready for teargas. You were at the front with Tank, shouting at the cops in unison.
"Feisty one she is, might have to nip her up myself." Anon turned to a pissed-off Riot. "You wish dude, you wish."
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After the protest, you all luckily came out un-scaved but curfew had already set. "Anon you wanna stay with us tonight? Your buildings on the other end of town" Tank offered. "Yeah alright, I Don't feel like walking the whole way anyways."
You all went up the elevator to apartment number 10 and began sorting out sleeping arrangements.
You chose to sleep with Riot, although Tank wasn't very happy he didn't say anything. Anon opted for the couch and Tank crept off to his room and soon the whole house was quiet.
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RIOT ~ specops guy x reader
Fanfiction(UNFINISHED) You endlessly thirst over "The Spec Ops Guy" on twitter, saving every single photo of him that you find. There are 2, but youre head over heels, simping for Riot, the one with dreads. You attend a protest, a hand lands on your shoulder...
